Who moved her body?

When Guan Jie woke up from his dream, the red sports car was already approaching the lane directly in front of him.

With the car window open, the wind greedily blew up her long, radiant hair.

The instant the car left Guan Jie's sight, he saw a glimpse of emerald green near Guangmang's left ear.

That was the captivating color emanating from the jade and diamond ring on Guangmang's left middle finger.

Guan Jie pushed open the door and ran as fast as he could through the corridor filled with photos, rushing to the front hall. By the time the saleswoman came forward to ask him anything, Guan Jie had already dashed into the street.

The red sports car roared, startling pedestrians on the sidewalk. With a sudden stop, it came to a smooth halt at the traffic light a hundred meters away from Guan Jie. The gleaming body and slender rear of the car pierced through the congested traffic like an arrow, striking Guan Jie's eyes.

Without a second thought, Guan Jie sped onto the traffic lane. To catch up with the red sports car with the license plate number "荒A" as quickly as possible, he bypassed the long line of cars waiting for the green light and entered the oncoming lane.

At the traffic light, cars going left and right turned into the lane, honking their horns frantically at Guan Jie who was running against the flow of traffic. Guan Jie let go of all thoughts, his eyes fixed on the dazzling red sports car as it drove against the traffic.

Perhaps it was his years of police service that gave Guan Jie his quick reflexes, allowing him to narrowly escape from speeding cars several times. Or perhaps it was luck—the kind of luck that only comes when you've let go of everything, the kind of luck that even death applauds—that allowed Guan Jie to jump away in time when a large truck was approaching, and then perform a red somersault on the hood of a car before landing safely.

Guan Jie reached out, and he was just an arm's length away from hitting the window of the red sports car.

But at that moment, the green light turned on.

With a roar, the red sports car sped off just as the green light turned on, leaving a dreamlike silhouette behind.

A stray pebble hit Guan Jie's face, and he raised his hand to shield himself. In his blurred vision, the red sports car vanished without a trace.

"Can't think straight? Then don't block the way! Haven't you heard of a good dog not blocking the road?" A sharp horn blared, and a man with a cigarette butt sneered at Guan Jie. The cigarette butt vibrated as the man spoke, and the ash fell and dissipated into the air.

"Watch your mouth." Guan Jie took two steps back and stood on the double yellow lines in the middle of the two-way lane.

"What, you can't take it anymore? Look at you, you've obviously been dumped by a rich girl. Are you a gigolo, buddy? You got used by the girl and just tossed her aside?" The man stretched his left hand out of the car and drew an arc in the air.

Guan Jie approached the man, who tilted his head back, his cigarette butt swaying up and down. Inside the car were two bald men wearing thick gold chains, grinning with their yellow and black teeth. As Guan Jie approached, the bald man in the back rolled down the window and slammed his right fist into his left palm twice.

The driver closed his lips, pursed them into a chicken-butt shape, and then forcefully exhaled, sending the cigarette butt flying towards Guan Jie's face.

Guan Jie suddenly raised his right hand, which was hanging down, and grabbed the cigarette butt five centimeters from his face. He smirked and, under the gaze of the three men, quickly shoved the cigarette butt into the driver's mouth, which he hadn't yet closed.

The driver instinctively felt like vomiting, but Guan Jie didn't give him the chance. Guan Jie pressed down hard, and the driver's head bent low like a country rooster hitting a rice mill. With a loud bang, the man's face was pressed against the outside of the car, and a large dent was smashed into the outside of the driver's side door.

"It's wrong to litter on the street. Didn't your elementary school teacher teach you that?" Guan Jie shoved the driver's head through the car window and clapped his hands as if to clean them up.

"You're asking for it! How dare you touch my brother!" The two bald men in the back seat opened the doors on both sides of the car almost simultaneously.

The car bounced up happily as the two bald men's buttocks left their seats, like a long-oppressed serf.

Guan Jie shook his neck and loosened the tie around his neck with his left hand.

The bald man behind the driver stepped out of the car with one leg, but Guan Jie seemed unwilling to see his whole body. Guan Jie raised his long right leg and kicked the outward-opening car door hard. With a scream, blood gushed from the bald man's forehead. He didn't know whether to cover his head or his leg first, and howled incoherently.

Seeing this, the other bald man originally intended to attack Guan Jie from the front of the car together with the first bald man, but at this moment he changed his strategy and went around to the back, opened the trunk and pulled out a two-foot-long solid steel pipe.

"I'll show you what it means to be tough today, you're going to die!" The bald man spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, his face contorted with bulging muscles, and swung the steel pipe at Guan Jie's head.

Guan Jie didn't move. When the steel pipe was close enough, he leaned his upper body to the right, grabbed the back of the pipe with his left hand, and pulled it. The bald man, who was already swinging the steel pipe forward with all his might, lost his balance instantly when Guan Jie pulled him like this, and stumbled into the opposite lane.

A car drove past the bald man's forehead, and the bald man could almost feel the heat left on the metal of the car door by the sun shining through it.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

The bald man's scalp tingled with goosebumps, but he wasn't bumped into; instead, Guan Jie grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

Guan Jie threw the bald man, who had cowered like a soft bun, next to the car. The bald man's legs were still trembling, and he slid down the car door little by little until he finally collapsed on the ground.

"Big brother, big brother, we were wrong." The bald man confessed with snot and tears streaming down his face, his hands clasped together, the steel pipe in his palms looking like an incense stick to be offered as a sacrifice. To an outsider, it would look like a plastic prop from a movie.

Guan Jie looked in the direction where the red sports car had disappeared, then disappointedly lifted his leg and stretched out the wrinkles on his pants.

"Can you drive?" Guan Jie asked.

"Yes, yes." The bald man, his legs spread apart and his face contorted in tears, wiped away his tears, looked up at Guan Jie, and nodded.

"Then hurry up and move the car, it's blocking traffic." Guan Jie looked at the cars changing lanes behind him, then at the driver's half-dead state, and said, "Take them to the hospital, leave me your phone number, I'll contact you when I'm done with this, I'll cover their medical expenses."

The bald man suddenly perked up, stood up, opened the car door, moved the still dizzy driver aside, sat in the driver's seat, and bowed and smiled obsequiously at Guan Jie, "How could we take your money, brother? We were blind to your greatness. It's our good fortune to meet you today, brother. They deserved to be beaten."

The bald man behind him, whose wails had turned into groans of "ouch, ouch," was confused when he heard his comrade suddenly call Guan Jie "big brother." He had no idea what had happened during the two minutes he had been wailing, and suddenly stared in complete silence.

"I will pay the medical bills, I..."

The bald man acting as the driver started the car and sped away before Guan Jie could even finish speaking.

When Guan Jie returned to Lisa's studio, Zeng Meiqian seemed to have just changed into another wedding dress. The dress had a conservative front, and the lace that covered her neck made Zeng Meiqian's well-developed upper body appear even fuller. The white lace was adorned with countless tiny diamonds, and with every step Zeng Meiqian took, thousands of sparkles seemed to be drawn by a god in Greek mythology who held a net, using invisible threads to captivate the eyes of every onlooker.

When Zeng Meiqian saw Guan Jie push the door open and come in, the corners of her droopy mouth immediately turned up.

If Zeng Meiqian hadn't been wearing a half-finished wedding dress, she would have run into Guan Jie's arms. Guan Jie was very glad that Zeng Meiqian was wearing a lot of safety pins, the kind of sharp needles that could easily prick her if she moved too much.

"Darling, I didn't see you just now, I thought you suddenly disappeared." Zeng Meiqian smiled, but her lips pouted, a cute yet pitiful look.

In the past, Guan Jie would have gone over and hugged his fiancée, telling her how could she have such a silly idea, and that he would always be by her side. But now, Zeng Meiqian's usual expression made Guan Jie feel a heaviness in his heart, as if the steak he ate at noon was still stuck in his throat and hadn't gone down into his stomach.

Guan Jie forced a smile and slowly walked towards Zeng Meiqian.