My minimum living allowance is credited to my account every day with 1000 million yuan

The Rolls-Royce Phantom driver suddenly swerved to avoid it, but because there was a vehicle on the right that couldn't avoid it, it instantly caught Chen Xiao's attention.

With the large truck turning, its two headlights were aimed directly at the second row of the Rolls-Royce. Chen Xiao quickly discerned the car's intentions, as it was still accelerating rapidly.

His facial muscles were almost completely relaxed, with only a slight twitch in his lower eyelid betraying the surge of adrenaline. At this point, anything else was superfluous; his gaze was fixed on the truck cab, trying to make out the killer's face through the windshield.

In the nick of time, in the blink of an eye, He Qing managed to squeeze out a "No—" that cracked in her voice, like the shrill scream of shattering glass.

The instant she cried out "No—", He Qing's pupils dilated sharply, the edges of her irises trembling slightly from the surge of adrenaline, like a feline being illuminated by a bright light. Her jaw clenched tightly, her molars grinding together with a soft "clucking" sound, while the corners of her lips turned up in an unusual way—a distorted smile of instinct and will when facing death.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, not out of fear, but as a physiological betrayal of the body's extreme reaction, tracing two cold lines down her cheeks—"Chen Xiao, you must live!!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned the steering wheel to the left, slammed on the accelerator, and the electric car accelerated to 100 km/h in 4.3 seconds, causing the Junxing M7 to burst into action and crash head-on into the oncoming truck.

He Qing wanted to use her car to swerve the large truck off its current path, or at the very least, to cushion the impact on Chen Xiao's car.

As the Junxing M7's carbon-aluminum body slammed into the truck like a cannonball, He Qing finally understood that saying:
"Some roads can only be crossed by one person speeding through them."

This time, however, it's her turn to be the one stepping on the gas.

The sudden appearance of the Junxing M7 in Chen Xiao's retina made his hair stand on end, and he roared in a hoarse voice: "He Qing~!" These three words were not "shouted" out, but rather the product of his throat bones and vocal cords tearing at each other, carrying the bloody smell rising from his bronchi.

Until this point, the other passengers in the carriage hadn't realized what had happened, but Chen Xiao's mournful cry told them that something must have happened to He Qing.

The streamlined front of the Junxing M7 tore a silver afterimage across Chen Xiao's retina, like a scalpel slicing through the darkness. In the distorted light and shadow reflected by the car window, he could clearly see He Qing's profile—she wasn't looking this way, but staring intently at the truck.

The truck driver, grinning maliciously, was about to complete today's operation when suddenly a car appeared in front of him, blocking his way. He instinctively flinched, trying to dodge the vehicle, but realized the next second that if he dodged, his target for the day would be ruined.

But with that slight swerve of the steering wheel, He Qing, who was originally heading head-on into the truck, instead crashed into its side due to the truck's sudden swerve. Combined with the truck driver's instinctive jerking of the steering wheel, causing him to lose his balance, the truck crashed into the lead truck, the Junxing M7, and pushed another vehicle into the right lane. Because he missed his target, the truck driver instinctively slammed on the brakes. However, the inertia generated by its 18-ton weight still propelled the M7 for several meters—the tires plowing four charred rubber grooves into the asphalt, the air thick with the sweet, toxic fumes of burning polystyrene.

He Qing's car, having accelerated at full speed, collided with the side of the truck and, due to inertia, shot forward like a cannonball, crashing directly into the bridge railing. The railing broke, and the entire car wobbled precariously.

The front of the car collided with the large truck at 78 km/h, and the aluminum alloy crash beam curled up like a piece of paper. The moment the airbags deployed, her forehead hit the airbag, and the nano-coated shatterproof fibers scratched and drew blood from her face.

Chen Xiao roared, kicked the door open, and sprinted like a madman towards the Junxing M7 that was about to plunge into the river. His 120-meter physique was pushed to its limit, and his speed far exceeded that of an Olympic sprint champion. His jaw was clenched so tightly that it was almost dislocated, the blood vessels on the side of his neck bulged like earthworms, and the veins on his temples throbbed wildly.

If a car plunges into a river, there is almost no chance of survival. A typical sedan will sink completely in 2-3 minutes. Electric vehicles sink even faster (due to the increased weight of the battery pack and the risk of short circuits in the high-voltage system).

Thanks to the buffer provided by the lead car and the fact that the truck driver, having lost sight of the target, also applied the brakes, there were no injuries. The bodyguards immediately ran out, subdued the truck driver, and called the police. The rest of the people rushed towards the Junxing M7 that was about to plunge into the river.

The bodyguard in the last car had already run out to help, followed by Wang Ping, who was crying her eyes out. She ran frantically toward He Qing's car, tears streaming down her face, leaving two clear lines, her mascara mixed with eyeshadow, turning into an eerie blue-black.

Her high heels had long since been flung off, her stockings were torn by the broken glass on the ground, and the blood seeping from her feet left a trail of red footprints behind her.

His face was as pale as paper. He prayed incessantly in his heart: "Buddha, God, Allah… anyone will do! I'll give ten years of my life to save her—no, twenty years!"

Fortunately, the semi-concealed door handles of the Junxing M7 would automatically unlock in the event of a major impact. Chen Xiao was the first to run to the scene, but now the task was to control the car to prevent it from falling into the river. Fortunately, the bodyguards followed behind and managed to stop the car from falling.

Passersby spontaneously joined in, some even taking off their belts and wrapping them around their hands to increase friction, the Montblanc metal buckles on the belts scratching the car paint with a screeching sound.

The rear wheels of the Junxing M7 spun freely on the axle edge, the rubber tires emitting acrid, bluish smoke, like a wild beast unwilling to fall off a cliff. The chassis suspension groaned under the strain, and with each sway, the rescuers' knuckles pressed dents into the vehicle's body.

The sound of the waves on the river suddenly became clearer, like demons roaring from the abyss demanding offerings. The bridge trembled slightly, and the wailing of sirens came from afar, but at this moment, all anyone could hear was the pounding of their own hearts.

Finally, they towed the car, which weighed over two tons, back. Chen Xiao didn't dare to breathe and nervously opened the driver's side door.

The world suddenly slowed down as his fingers touched the doorknob.

The fingerprints clearly show the cool metallic texture of the aluminum alloy handle, as well as the almost imperceptible tiny burrs caused by impacts.

It felt like a piece of red-hot coal was stuck in my throat, and the edges of my retina began to darken, as if someone had painted ink all around my field of vision. Only the line of darkness in the gap between the car doors was clear.

A series of flashbacks ran through my mind: He Qing's stylish and beautiful outfit and delicate features when we first met in Dr. Feng's Technology Group office; and all the little moments we'd shared these past few days. This silly woman, why is she working so hard?
As the car door opened, the front airbags burst out from the center of the steering wheel like a giant white wave. The special shatterproof coating on the surface ensured that no fragments would be generated at the moment of explosion.

Side airbags deployed from both sides of the seat, like a pair of outstretched wings, firmly securing He Qing's body in the center of the seat. Curtain airbags descended from the roof, forming a soft barrier that protected against any possible flying glass shards.

In this white shelter woven from high technology, He Qing was like a precious object meticulously wrapped in the most sophisticated protective gear. Every fold of the airbag, every tension in the seatbelt, spoke of Chen Xiao's almost obsessive pursuit of safety. When his fingertips touched the steady beating of He Qing's carotid artery, all those days and nights of repeatedly urging Xu Gang to revise the safety budget at the board meeting finally received their perfect reward at this moment.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and although there was a faint bloodstain on her forehead, her breathing was steady. Her fingers twitched slightly and unconsciously, a normal reaction of the nervous system.

The battery pack's automatic disconnection system has been activated, and the high-voltage electrical system is completely isolated, posing no risk of short circuit. His tense jawline relaxed slightly, but his eyes remained highly alert.

Chen Xiao carefully rescued He Qing, as if holding the finest porcelain, then carried her in his arms and quickly walked towards the Rolls-Royce Phantom, with medical personnel in the escort, carrying first-aid kits, accompanying them.

Zhang Ziqian had already contacted the nearest Ruijin Hospital and reserved a VIP room in the International Medical Center, which costs 58000 yuan per day.

The room includes a reception room, a kitchen, and a bedroom for accompanying patients; it's essentially a presidential suite.

It is equipped with fully imported multi-functional monitors and an air laminar flow purification system (operating room-level sterile environment).

Medical staff ratio: 1 attending physician + 3 nurses on standby 24 hours a day; Catering: customized postoperative nutritional meals by a Michelin two-star chef.

These wards usually need to be booked 3-7 days in advance, but this is not a problem for Junxiao Group.

With police cars leading the way, the Rolls-Royce Phantom sped behind. Paramedics reported that He Qing was only unconscious; her specific injuries would require further examination at the hospital, but her life was certainly not in danger. This reassured Chen Xiao.

Li Zhi'en and Meng Ziyi were following along in the same Junxing M7 that Wang Ping had just driven.

Zhang Ziqian and Wang Ping were in the Rolls-Royce Phantom with Chen Xiao. Wang Ping's eyes were swollen from crying. When she heard that He Qing was out of danger, she seemed to have used up her last bit of strength and collapsed into the seat. She turned her head to look at He Qing in Chen Xiao's arms, as if she couldn't rest easy if she couldn't see her for a moment.

Only then did Zhang Ziqian have a chance to report some information to Chen Xiao. The truck driver had been apprehended; it turned out he was a foreigner. This was a meticulously planned operation with a clear target: Chen Xiao. So, although the man had been taken away by the police, it wouldn't be long before Zhang Ziqian arranged for someone to thoroughly investigate his background.

A legal trial? That would be too lenient on him. Chen Xiao and He Qing almost lost their lives; even executing their entire families would be too lenient. The key is for Chen Xiao to know who the mastermind behind this is. This truck driver has no grudge against him and no motive to kill him.

Also, how did he know that Chen Xiao would be at this location at this time, and how did he recognize his car?

It is obvious that someone notified Chen Xiao when he set off, and knew where Chen Xiao's destination was.
A thought struck him: "Have you investigated Zhang Man and Li Xiaona?"

"We checked, but they left the hotel at the same time as us and took a taxi. We haven't been able to find their whereabouts yet."

These two men are highly suspicious and must be thoroughly investigated. Also, we need to obtain the truck driver's statement as soon as possible. Regardless of who is behind this, they only have one fate awaiting them—to meet their maker.

On He Qing's pale face, the wound across her forehead resembled silk stained with red wine, with medical sutures weaving fine lines across it. When Chen Xiao's fingers touched her cold wrist, a faint but persistent pulse could be felt in the radial artery beneath the cast.

Follow the doctor to the outer room.

"Mr. Chen, the patient has undergone a thorough examination. Fortunately, there was no intracranial hemorrhage or fracture, ruling out the risk of severe traumatic brain injury; the ribs are fractured but not displaced, the lung fields are clear, and closed chest drainage is not required."

Meanwhile, abdominal ultrasound examination revealed that the liver and spleen capsules were intact, and there was no hemoperitoneum, ruling out the possibility of visceral rupture.

Wang Ping asked anxiously, "Then why hasn't she woken up yet?" The doctor smiled and explained, which reassured them a little. He Qing was suffering from hemorrhagic shock, and with the residual effects of the sedative and muscle relaxant medication used during the emergency treatment, she should wake up in a few hours.

Meng Ziyi and Li Zhien both breathed a sigh of relief. He Qing was truly brave. Even if most people wanted to do that at that moment, they wouldn't react that quickly. But He Qing rushed out without hesitation for a second; otherwise, there wouldn't have been enough time to force the truck driver to turn the steering wheel and change course.

She wasn't a professionally trained bodyguard who could make accurate judgments when her employer's life hung in the balance. That was her courage—a conditioned reflex born from her fear of Chen Xiao being harmed, like recoiling from a burning hand; she would rush to his aid if she saw him in a life-threatening situation.

He Qing not only saved Chen Xiao, but also them. Thankfully, she's alright, thankfully she's alright!

"You all go and rest. There's no point in staying here."

At Chen Xiao's repeated requests, Li Zhi'en and Meng Ziyi went to the bedroom to rest, while Wang Ping insisted on staying with them, as she wouldn't feel at ease until she saw He Qing wake up. Knowing the sisterly bond she had for He Qing, Chen Xiao agreed to let her stay and watch over her with him.

At the same time, Zhang Ziqian was instructed not to let Jiangzhou know about the situation here, otherwise Xiangjun and Xu Wu would probably rush over overnight in a panic.

"Boss, I've already made the arrangements."

This chief secretary really understands me. For the first time tonight, Chen Xiao showed a slight smile in approval. At the same time, he sent a message to Xu Wu to explain that something came up in Shanghai and his return trip was canceled.

Images of truck headlights, the smell of gunpowder from airbags, and the sound of an impact flashed through He Qing's mind in a jumbled mess. She suddenly felt a surge of terror, wanting to check on Chen Xiao, but everything was pitch black; she couldn't see anything. She tried to call out to Chen Xiao, but no sound came out.

Was he already dead? That's normal; when he crashed into it, he never considered the possibility of surviving.

Chen Xiao must be alright. If something happens to him, I will die with regrets, and how will Sister Xiangjun live?
As she gradually regained consciousness, she remembered that when she crashed into the truck, it suddenly changed direction. If it had changed direction, it shouldn't have hit Chen Xiao.

That's great, he's alright, that's great! Even if I died, it would have been worth it. My original idea was just to give him some breathing room, but the final result was better than I expected.

He Qing smiled with relief, then suddenly burst into tears—she would never see Chen Xiao again. Fortunately, he and Sister Xiangjun could still live happily together.

The first tremor was in his right ring finger, the rustling sound of his nails scratching the sheets making Chen Xiao, who was on night watch, suddenly stiffen. He hadn't slept all night, but his 120-year-old body meant he didn't feel tired at all. Zhang Ziqian and the others wanted to come and relieve him that evening, but he refused; he needed to see He Qing wake up as soon as possible. He knew that if He Qing woke up, her first thought would probably be to check if he was alright.

Seeing the smile on He Qing's face and the tears welling up in her eyes, Chen Xiao felt both pity and heartache. He Qing was usually not very brave; she would feel afraid of heights even when standing on the tenth floor looking down.

But how could she unleash such immense energy when she was in danger? In that situation, she probably didn't hesitate for even 0.01 seconds before rushing forward with a single tap of the electric switch.

The last time he protected Xiangjun in Junxiao City, he used his own body to shield her from the attack when it seemed impossible to avoid it.

He lovingly grasped He Qing's hand, sensing that she was about to wake up.

The first thing I noticed was the regular beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor, like a distant signal received by a deep-sea probe. Then came the faint sound of airflow from the air conditioner vents and the indistinct rustling of sycamore leaves outside the window.

Orange-red light shone through her closed eyelids, and the cone cells on her retina began to turn with difficulty, like rusty gears. When she tried to open her eyes, her eyelashes tugged at the medical tape, causing a slight stinging pain.

The smell of disinfectant is mixed with the faint fragrance of lilies, and underneath it is the bitter almond scent of intravenous medication.

The muscles in my throat felt like they were being rubbed with sandpaper. The first syllable I managed to squeeze out was a breathy "Chen," and I was immediately choked and coughed (the endotracheal tube had just been removed 2 hours earlier).

Chen Xiao smiled, brought his face closer, and stared at her intently, eager to see what she would look like when she woke up.

Chen Xiao's face was initially just a blurry outline, like an old camera lens slowly focusing, gradually revealing the shadows on his brow bone, the stubble on his chin, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

She noticed that his pupils were darker and brighter than she remembered—a physiological dilation after 24 hours of sleeplessness.

"Chen Xiao, didn't I manage to save you? Why did you come down here too?"

Tears welled up again, trickling down her temples and into her sideburns, leaving dark spots on the bandages. Her first thought was that she was dead; since she could see Chen Xiao, it meant they had met in the underworld.

Chen Xiao's left hand hovered about 5 centimeters above her cheek, wanting to touch her but afraid of hurting her. In the end, he only brushed her earlobe with the back of his finger. "I went down and brought you back, He Qing."

"You brought it back?" He Qing strained to open her eyes wide. When she finally mustered the strength to raise her hand, Chen Xiao immediately bent down to meet her. Her iodine-stained fingertips landed on his brow bone, as if she were inspecting a medal from a battle.

“It’s true,” she said breathlessly.

She suddenly burst out laughing, a laugh that brought forth even more tears, which landed on the back of his hand and burned him intensely.

Wang Ping watched from the side the whole time, not daring to breathe loudly. With each weak voice He Qing spoke, her heart felt as if it were weighed down by something heavy, worried that He Qing would faint again.

Only when He Qing was crying and laughing, clearly fully awake, did she lean closer, look at He Qing, and finally burst into tears—a release of the tension she had suppressed all night.

He Qing turned to look at her and said softly, "Pingping, I'm fine, don't worry." She naturally knew Wang Ping's feelings for her. The relationship between the two had long surpassed that of many blood-related sisters. They could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance.

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Ziqian, Meng Ziyi, and Li Zhien came in together. Seeing He Qing's condition, they all breathed a sigh of relief. It had been almost 12 hours since yesterday, and Chen Xiao's expression had been frighteningly gloomy. They had never seen him like this before.

"Boss, you should go and rest. I'll look after Mr. He."

Zhang Ziqian again suggested that he rest, saying that he hadn't slept all night and that he wasn't made of iron.

"Wang Ping also needs to rest. Let us take over the care of her."

Meng Ziyi said, "Ziqian, you haven't rested well either. Go and catch up on your sleep. Zhi'en and I will take care of things."

Chen Xiao was initially reluctant to go, but He Qing, upon hearing that he hadn't rested, insisted that he not accompany her and that he and Wang Ping go to rest instead.

Fearing it would affect her mood, Chen Xiao could only take Wang Ping out of the ward.

"Wang Ping, you should go and rest. I'll wait for Qian's report."

A moment later, Zhang Ziqian came over, and Chen Xiao pointed to the sofa opposite her, asking her to sit down and talk.

The truck driver has been questioned. He is from Syria in the Middle East. Someone offered him $200 million to come and carry out this operation against Chen Xiao.

Judging from his confession, he did not know who his employer was. He had infiltrated China on orders from above and had been there for a month, waiting for this opportunity.

All action plans were directly commanded and ordered by headquarters; he was merely the executor.

Chen Xiao frowned. Syria? That place is in complete chaos now. Not only are various countries vying for power, but it has also become a haven for terrorists.

Because of the complicated relationships and the lack of legitimate business opportunities there, "Blue Star Guardian" didn't get involved in that mess.

The forces there are all backed by various countries, and it would be troublesome if you were not careful and got caught up in the power struggles between nations.

But this matter must be thoroughly investigated, otherwise no one can guarantee when or where the next danger will occur. His target is quite large, with so many women and businesses around him, all of whom could become targets of hostile forces.

"Have Hassan find out as soon as possible which force it is and wipe it out."

Not causing trouble and being afraid of trouble are two different things. No matter which force dares to act against you, don't blame me for being ruthless and making an example of them. Otherwise, these kinds of incidents will continue indefinitely, and once those guys realize they're afraid of them, the consequences will be unimaginable. (End of Chapter)