CHAPTER 416: CHAPTER 108: AN UNINVITED "GUEST" (PART 2)

While discussing, on the road outside the farmstead, an Audi car came to a stop. Seeing the familiar emblem of Audi, Xiao Xian instinctively stood in front of Zhuo Feng and his wife, Feng Xing, protecting them.

Xiao Xian took a clearer look at the car. Although it was an Audi, it wasn’t the one driven by the Xu siblings during their race that day. This was a white Audi, a rather common model often seen on the streets of Beijing.

"Ah, it really is you, little guest." A person got out from the passenger side of the car, his face lighting up with joy upon seeing Xiao Xian.

"Ah, it’s you, Huang Pharmacist," Xiao Xian was astonished, wondering why Master Huang had suddenly shown up at his door.

"Huang Pharmacist, the Eastern Heretic?" Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing exchanged puzzled looks. When did Xiao Xian get to know such a character?

"Exactly, old man. I didn’t expect to run into our little guest today either." Huang Pharmacist seemed thrilled. He had been looking for Xiao Xian for quite some time. After the last purchase of Pueraria Root, Xiao Xian and Zeng Xuerou hadn’t visited the Plum Rice Ball since, and despite his inquiries, Huang Pharmacist couldn’t find their address or whereabouts. But today, by coincidence, he ran into them.

"Isn’t that just the case? There’s a saying, isn’t there? Enemies often cross paths." The car’s driver’s seat opened and someone got out.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Xiao Xian, Zhuo Feng, and Feng Xing immediately had a drastic change in expression.

"Miss, this young man is the one with sharp eyesight I mentioned to you. What a coincidence, their family seems to be the sweet potato seller the Miss has been looking for." Huang Pharmacist hadn’t yet noticed anything amiss and hurriedly introduced Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng exchanged glances, their minds filled with three thoughts: "Close the door, fight, escape." After considering, all three options seemed unfeasible.

"Sorry, we’re willing to sell sweet potatoes to anyone except her," Zhuo Feng promptly issued an order to see the guest out.

"Uncle, Aunt, let’s go inside. I apologize, Master Huang," Xiao Xian said apologetically to Huang Pharmacist. Seeing how Huang Pharmacist’s relationship with Mei Nian was still an employer-employee one, it would be troublesome to buy medicine from him in the future.

"You really want to go in? If you do, your companions at Miaofeng Mountain will be in trouble." Mei Nian appeared completely unfazed, watching as Xiao Xian pulled Zhuo Feng and his wife towards the house.

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At Sacred Heart Middle School, after 6 p.m., the Student Council Office was brightly lit.

Zeng Xuerou was tidying up her workload. Recently, she had been busy with the small medicine factory business and had neglected Student Council work, especially with the school’s impending implementation of the revised "Physical Fitness Standards for Middle School Students," which involved a lot of preparations.

Zeng Xuerou, who preferred to handle matters personally, always felt that anyone else doing the job might make mistakes. Therefore, from the afternoon until past eight, she had been busy in the Student Council Office, even forgetting to have dinner.

There was a series of knocks on the door from outside the office, starting gently then growing louder, until eventually turning into pounding: "Little bunny, be good and open the door. Representing Grandma Zeng to supervise President Zeng’s mealtime." Hearing the humorously plaintive knocking, Xuerou had to stop her writing.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Yiyi poked her head in: "I knew you’d still be here. Look how thoughtful I am, bringing you food," and she triumphantly lifted up the disposable foam food container in her hand.

Indeed feeling a bit hungry, Xuerou accepted the food container, but as soon as she opened it, a pungent smell of stinky tofu hit her. The whole office would get smelly with such a scent, tainting the papers to be handed in tomorrow.

She had no choice but to hurry out of the building with the giggling Zhang Yiyi, both of them laughing and playing as they ran to the sports field.

Since it was the weekend, the sports field was quite vacant, with hardly anyone around.

"Ha ha, you’re killing me with laughter, your face just now nearly turned green," Zhang Yiyi rarely had the chance to tease Zeng Xuerou like this and was elated, hopping around on the sports field.

"You little rascal," Zeng Xuerou playfully scolded as she reached out to tickle Zhang Yiyi, who was most ticklish. In a pleading manner, Yiyi quickly took out a steaming rice ball from behind her back. It turned out the stinky tofu was just a smokescreen; the real deal was the rice ball in her hands.

Zeng Xuerou then stopped and took a few bites of the rice ball.

"Xuerou, do you think Xiao Xian is okay? Does she have some serious illness? Why did she take sick leave for half a month all of a sudden?" Zhang Yiyi walked alongside Zeng Xuerou. Used to walking as a trio, it felt somewhat unusual to be down to just the two of them.

Hearing Yiyi’s words, Xuerou slowed down her eating. The incident from the night of the underground car racing felt like a piece of rice stuck in her throat, neither going down nor coming up, which was extremely uncomfortable. It might be better to just spit it out.

"Actually, that night, Xiao Xian and I..." Zeng Xuerou barely started speaking when a sinister male voice came from behind.

"Actually, that night, you guys killed my son."

"Ah!" Zhang Yiyi screamed out, pointing behind Xuerou. Her scream hadn’t quite left her lips when her neck clenched up in pain, her consciousness growing blurrier, and soon she collapsed to the ground.

Zeng Xuerou heard the word "dead" and felt a chill in her heart. The half-eaten rice ball in her hand dropped to the ground, and a fishy-sweet smell wafted through the air.

The playground was quickly deserted. After nine-thirty, a high school couple came to the playground and, seeing someone lying on the ground, immediately notified the school’s medical office.

When Zhou Ziang arrived at the playground, Zhang Yiyi was still unconscious.

"Dr. Zhou, should we call an ambulance?" the security guard asked anxiously. It’s troubling that a student just fainted on the playground. Hopefully, she’s not dead.

"No need, let’s first get her to the medical office," Zhou Ziang stood on the playground for a moment, and the security guard hurriedly carried Yiyi towards the medical office.

Zhou Ziang was about to leave when he stepped on a rice ball that someone had bitten into. The almost invisible fishy-sweet scent in the air caught his attention. Who had been here?

Pausing for a moment, Zhou Ziang remembered, the person who had fainted was often seen with Xiao Xian, that girl, and she was her friend. Xiao Xian took sick leave, Zhang Yiyi fainted on the playground, so where was the other person?

After the security guard brought Yiyi back to the medical office and waited a while without seeing Dr. Zhou come back, he returned to the playground and found it empty.

"Where’s the doctor? How can no one be seen while taking care of a patient?" The security guard stood on the deserted playground and muttered to himself.

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