The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Chen Zhi saw the person who had been thrown out of the car, lying face down on a rock, motionless and stiff.

Song Zhaoyuan and the police also noticed, their expressions turning cold.

"Looks like he's been dead for a day or two," one of the officers said.

Song Zhaoyuan hummed in agreement. It was a desolate place with few cars on the road, so no one noticed. If he hadn't noticed something unusual yesterday, he probably wouldn't have discovered it either.

Song Zhaoyuan didn't want to mention yesterday's "strange phenomenon," but someone asked, "How did you notice it when it was so dark?"

That's a very impolite question, like an interrogation.

Song Zhaoyuan: "Our car almost went off the cliff too. Half of the wheels went off the cliff. When we got out of the car to check, we saw that the trees next to us had broken marks. I noticed something was wrong, took a few more glances, and then I saw the car below."

There is nothing wrong with this answer.

No one present had any doubts.

Song Zhaoyuan thought for a moment, "I suggest adding a guardrail here. The slope is too steep and the bend is too sharp; it's quite dangerous here."

"We will pass your opinion on to our superiors." As for how the superiors will handle it, that's not something they can decide.

Everyone on the train died; there was no survivor.

Song Zhaoyuan glanced at it once and then turned back. Once in the car, he said to Chen Zhi, "Let's continue."

As the car entered the city, Song Zhaoyuan took Chen Zhi to have breakfast.

We ate large meat buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks.

Chen Zhi ate three steamed buns, two fried dough sticks, and a bowl of soy milk. Song Zhaoyuan, who was sitting opposite her, didn't seem to have much of an appetite; he only drank a bowl of soy milk and packed ten steamed buns to go.

Song Zhaoyuan seemed to have no intention of stopping. After seeing that Chen Zhi had finished eating, he continued on his way.

As the car drove out of the city, Song Zhaoyuan felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. He shook his head. He used to be able to drive for five days and five nights straight, but now it's only been two days. It doesn't make sense.

Just as he was gritting his teeth and persevering, three men and one woman appeared in front of him, waving at the car.

Song Zhaoyuan stopped the car, rolled down the window, and asked, "What's up?"

"My wife is pregnant and her stomach isn't feeling well. Could you take us to the hospital?" the man pleaded.

Song Zhaoyuan's gaze fell on the woman. The woman's belly was very large. She was supporting her waist with one hand and another man with the other. Her face was contorted in pain, and the problem seemed quite serious.

Song Zhaoyuan thought for a moment and then opened the car door.

"Wait a minute, let me get the things in the back seat first—"

"Don't move!"

The sharp tip of the knife was pressed against the back of Song Zhaoyuan's neck.

Three men surrounded her, and the "woman" straightened up.

Song Zhaoyuan and Chen Zhi then realized that this was not a woman, but a man, whose belly was fake, stuffed with a pillow, and whose long hair was also fake.

Song Zhaoyuan was so angry he almost laughed. He had actually been fooled by such poor acting!

If word gets out, he'll lose all face.

"What are you going to do?" Song Zhaoyuan asked knowingly.

"Hand over all your valuables."

"Dude, there's another girl in his car!"

When they saw Chen Zhi's face clearly, all four people present stared wide-eyed.

One of them immediately said, "Slap the car tires, and take the previous items and this woman with you."

The other three had no objections and were about to take action.

However, Song Zhaoyuan acted before them.

Chen Zhi saw Song Zhaoyuan charge headlong into the blade. The man with the knife seemed caught off guard by his recklessness and dodged. In that instant, Song Zhaoyuan drew his pistol—

Chen Zhi heard four gunshots; each of the four men had been shot in the thigh.

"He has a gun!"

The four men were horrified. Who was this person?

Half an hour later, Chen Zhi returned to the city.

Song Zhaoyuan was to give a statement, and Chen Zhi was also asked a few questions and signed her name.

Chen Zhi and Song Zhaoyuan stayed at the police station for about two hours. It wasn't that taking a statement took that long, but rather that Song Zhaoyuan was not in a good condition and couldn't leave.

Two hours later, a young man walked into the police station and helped Song Zhaoyuan, who was sitting against the wall, to his feet. "What happened to you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Song Zhaoyuan shook his head. "No, I suspect it's contaminated with something. It's more comfortable at the police station, but not outside."

The man grunted in response, not asking what the filth was, but instead asking, "What do I need to do?"

Song Zhaoyuan: "Drive me back to Beijing."

Without a word, the man helped Song Zhaoyuan up. Song Zhaoyuan pointed to Chen Zhi beside him and said, "Don't leave her behind."

The man noticed Chen Zhi as soon as he entered the room. He initially thought she was an insignificant person, but he was surprised to find that she was with Song Zhaoyuan.

"Uncle, your iron tree has blossomed?" the man exclaimed in surprise.

Song Zhaoyuan rolled his eyes at him. "Don't talk nonsense. She's already married."

The man was even more surprised. "I can't tell. It looks quite small."

Song Zhaoyuan then introduced the man, "This is my nephew, Song Yuanzhi."

Then, he introduced Chen Zhi to Song Yuanzhi, saying, "Her name is Chen Zhi."

They only mentioned one name and said nothing else.

Song Yuanzhi became the driver, Song Zhaoyuan sat in the passenger seat, and Chen Zhi sat in the back. Chen Zhi was sleepy, so she lay down on the sack and fell asleep in no time.

"Uncle, what's wrong with this girl?" Song Yuanzhi asked.

Song Zhaoyuan, who had his eyes closed, opened them upon hearing this and glanced at his nephew. "Don't even think about it. She's really married."

A hint of regret flashed in Song Yuanzhi's eyes. "That's a real pity."

"Don't be so shallow," Song Zhaoyuan said. "I suspect she's not quite right in the head."

Aside from crying once when she first heard about Xi Lang, this girl remained indifferent afterward. When faced with unusual events, car accidents, and robberies, her reactions were too calm, so calm that she didn't seem like a normal person.

He suspected that the girl had something wrong with her head.

"It's okay if she's not very bright, after all, she's so beautiful, I've never seen her like this before. Uncle, is she really married?" Song Yuanzhi was still not giving up.

Song Zhaoyuan: "We're married. She's the eldest son of the Xi family's wife."

"what?"

Song Yuanzhi was extremely surprised, "It's actually that person!"

Song Zhaoyuan hummed in agreement. "Gone with the idea?"

Song Yuanzhi nodded, "I dare not give up."

Chen Zhi slept for a long time and woke up in another city.

"Miss Chen is awake? We've arrived at our destination," Song Yuanzhi said.

Chen Zhi nodded to the other person, "Thank you for your hard work."

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a soft, gentle quality, as if she had just woken up; it sounded quite harmless.

A person with such a temperament, if she marries the eldest son of the Xi family, she might be bullied to the point of crying under the covers every day.

Song Yuanzhi felt a little more sympathy for Chen Zhi.

Song Zhaoyuan also woke up. He opened the car door and got out. Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, he frowned and instructed Song Yuanzhi, "Go knock on the door."

Song Yuanzhi smiled wryly, "The horn was honked. Logically speaking, with such a loud noise, the people inside shouldn't have missed it."

Chen Zhi got out of the car at this time. She looked up at the two-story red villa in front of her and her eyes flashed with amazement. It was the first time she had seen such a beautiful house. Did Xi Lang live in it?

Song Zhaoyuan: "Just go knock on the door when I tell you to, don't talk nonsense."

But just as Song Yuanzhi reached the door, it opened from the inside.

"Aunt Liu, it's not even dark yet, why did you close the door?" Song Zhaoyuan asked, his tone filled with dissatisfaction.

Aunt Liu looked distressed. "I didn't want to close it either. The second young master came over and said he wanted to send the eldest young master to a sanatorium so he could use this house as his wedding home. I was afraid he would come and take the house away since you weren't here, so I closed the door."

Song Zhaoyuan frowned. "What does this house have to do with him?"

"The second young master said that this house belongs to his father, so what belongs to his father is his." Aunt Liu looked troubled.

Song Zhaoyuan's eyes darkened. "Don't listen to him. Next time he comes, kick him out."

Aunt Liu: "I dare not."

Song Zhaoyuan's brow twitched. "Then I'll go and talk to Elder Xi."

Chen Zhi stood quietly to the side, wondering if the young master Liu Ma was talking about was Xi Lang? Was someone trying to take Xi Lang's house?

Aunt Liu also noticed Chen Zhi, her eyes widening in surprise. "Whose daughter is this girl you're so fond of?"

Song Zhaoyuan: "Your young master's."

Aunt Liu: "..."

This is the village girl the young master married in the countryside. Her overall demeanor is quite impressive; she doesn't look like her at all.

Ten minutes later.

Chen Zhi sat on the leather sofa with two burlap sacks, a basket, and a kettle in front of her—things she had brought from her hometown.

Song Zhaoyuan sat down next to her and closed his eyes.

Song Yuanzhi also sat down and fell asleep leaning against the sofa.

Aunt Liu poured hot water for the three of them and then went into the kitchen.

About twenty minutes later, two middle-aged men hurriedly entered the room.

"Commander Song!"

One of the middle-aged men spoke up.

Song Zhaoyuan opened his eyes and stood up from his seat. "Uncle Sun, Master Yang."

Song Yuanzhi also woke up and hurriedly stood up from his seat to give up his place.

Chen Zhi was the slowest to react. She stood obediently, her gaze fixed on the middle-aged man in the dark blue Taoist uniform. She remembered that Xi Lang used to like wearing clothes and pants of this color.

Yang Qi took a few steps to Song Zhaoyuan and asked, "Where did you get such a strong yin aura?"

"There was a car accident on the way."

Song Zhaoyuan brought up the incident of the bus falling off a cliff.

Uncle Sun and Master Yang remained relatively calm, but Song Yuanzhi was dumbfounded and speechless with shock. "Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Master Yang handed Song Zhaoyuan a talisman, saying, "Keep it with you, and you'll be fine in a couple of days."

Song Zhaoyuan took the note and pointed to Chen Zhi standing to the side, "This is Chen Zhi."

Chen Zhi was eager to see Xi Lang, but Song Zhaoyuan told her to wait, so she could only wait.

Now, Uncle Sun and Master Yang's eyes were like torches, their wise and sharp gazes almost piercing through her.

She didn't like the way they looked at her.

It's as if they're examining an object.

Perhaps they had been staring at Chen Zhi for too long, because Song Zhaoyuan spoke up and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Uncle Sun shook his head. "I can't see anything wrong with it, but I just feel that this girl is a bit too clean."

Master Yang frowned. "It's too clean, abnormally clean."

At first glance, it looks like a blank sheet of paper, seemingly transparent. But upon closer inspection, it resembles a lake, its surface pristine, yet its depths unfathomable.

"Is she really Chen Zhi?"

"Yes, it's her. I personally went to Sandong Village and saw her letter of introduction, so there shouldn't be any mistake."