CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 362: UNCERTAIN LIFE AND DEATH / LUO LIAN’S ORIGINS

Xing Nong wrinkled his brows pretentiously, "Lianlian, life is always fair. You’ve only seen our happy moments and not when we’ve suffered. Let me tell you, our Instructor’s nickname is the female Yama. Don’t even get me started on how she loves to nitpick..."

After waiting for a traffic light and inching forward a few steps only to get stuck again, Luo Ye stuck his head out to look ahead, slapped his forehead in annoyance, and regretted not asking Liu Xing where the car accident had happened. Now, they’ll just have to move slowly forward. Thinking it over, he reached for Luo Lian’s phone, "Lianlian, lend me your phone. I’ll call the movers to tell them which way to go."

Luo Lian handed her phone to Luo Ye, who glanced around before exhaling regretfully, "These X-intersections are the most dangerous."

Yaoguang, panting, clutched at her chest, "Seeing this kind of crossroads always scares me to death. In my ninth grade, my dad bought a small motorcycle. When he wasn’t around, I took it out for a ride.

At such an X-shaped intersection, cars were coming from three directions. I panicked, mistaking the throttle for the brake, and just zoomed forward.

The fear was real at that moment. In desperation, I shut my eyes, screaming as I let the motorcycle rush forward, thinking, ’If I am to die, so be it, my dad doesn’t even like girls anyway.’

Then, after what seemed like an eternity without pain, I opened my eyes and somehow, the bike’s tires just grazed the curb and stopped. The cars from all three directions halted, and the drivers looked at me as if I were some kind of freak."

Luo Lian patted her shoulder, "Kid, you got really lucky. If that motorcycle had fallen over, even if you didn’t hit the cars, you would still have been hurt badly."

Yaoguang’s face showed her lingering fear, "To this day, I still can’t understand how the bike stopped. I was originally running in the middle of the road, so how did I stop at the edge? And to top it off, it came to a stop perfectly upright. It’s a complete mystery.

But though that danger didn’t cause me physical harm, it left me with a phobia of crossroads. Even now, when riding a bicycle through crossroads, I get off and walk it across."

Xing Nong looked at her worriedly, "Yao Yao, you have to overcome this mental barrier. If you want to be on the same team as me and Luoluo, being skilled on a vehicle is a must. You can’t go on like this."

"Help me out in the future, will you?" Yaoguang sighed disheartedly and stuck her head out of the car again to continue watching as the vehicle slowly inched forward, suddenly letting out a "Huh."

"What’s wrong?" Xing Nong peered out curiously.

Yaoguang pointed at the weeping woman standing beside the police officer at the intersection, "That woman, judging by her clothes and figure, doesn’t she look a lot like the lady Male Emperor just fired?"

Suddenly, Luo Ye remembered that when he went to bid farewell to Wu Zetian, Wu Zetian mentioned he couldn’t get through to the general manager over the phone. Could it be that the victim of the car accident was that general manager? It couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it?

When their vehicle reached the site of the accident, Luo Ye’s guess was confirmed; the weeping woman was indeed Wang Yanli, and standing beside her was her husband, Miao Qimin.

Indeed, what the next second of life holds is utterly unpredictable!

When Luo Ye and party arrived on the second floor of the Yunxin Building, Luo Lian’s stepfather, Zhou Zhenhai was busy cleaning. Zhou Zhenhai, around 46 or 47 years of age, of medium, slightly overweight build, with a square face, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and wearing thin-rimmed glasses, looked quite refined. Upon seeing the group, he smiled and came over to welcome them, "Lianlian, brought friends over?"

"Didn’t I tell you to hire a cleaning company? Why are you doing it yourself?" Luo Lian asked as she brought out a handkerchief to wipe Zhou Zhenhai’s forehead.

"They didn’t clean thoroughly, so I’m giving it another go," Zhou Zhenhai chuckled while adjusting his glasses. "Besides, I need the exercise; consider it a workout."

After introductions had been made, Zhou Zhenhai rubbed his hands and smiled, "Lianlian, take everyone for a tour. I’m almost done cleaning here."

Luo Lian hurriedly snatched the mop from his hands, "Dad, you rest. I’ll do it."

Zhou Zhenhai pushed her away gently, "I’ve merely got a little bit left to do. Listen to me, take your friends for a walk. I’ve placed a few potted plants on the balcony, go see if you like them."

"Thank you, Dad." Luo Lian stopped being coy, and took Luo Ye, Xing Nong, and Yaoguang for a tour through the different rooms – the storeroom, the model room, the workshop, the dormitory, the office... Finally, they arrived at the balcony.

Sunlight warmly streamed through the glass, and two pots of gracefully arched lucky bamboo thrived; several pots of aloe vera, cacti, and spider plants, easy to care for and evergreen throughout the year, spread their leaves contentedly. In the middle of the balcony was a small table with a set of purple clay tea implements laid out; six rattan chairs encircled it...