pjbooks Chapter 155 A Close Call with Death
Chapter 155 A Close Call with Death
The car drove out of the campus and into another world.
Su Qingyao doesn't exist in that world.
There was no warmth like when he was with his baby, no beauty that he could immerse himself in, no tenderness like when she called him "Yu Yu Baby" with her eyes crinkling.
All I can do is vent.
Only tyranny.
Only darkness that can be unleashed without restraint.
He needs these.
Only in this way could he suppress that voice that roared from morning till night, all the time.
Keep the baby locked up.
Lock it up, hide it.
Hide in a place where only he can see you.
The sound got louder every day than the day before.
Every time he saw her figure disappear behind the glass door, every time she left his sight, that sound would become more rampant, like a poisonous vine tightening around his heart, suffocating him.
He needed to find an outlet for himself before those thoughts completely consumed him.
Extreme speed, life-or-death struggles, adrenaline rush, and pain from physical injury—these can temporarily silence that voice.
When death brushed past him, those crazy thoughts could temporarily disappear. Even if it was only for a short time, it was enough for him to hold on and continue to be the gentle Wen Yu in her eyes.
Outside the car window, the bustling street scene rushed past, and the skyscrapers gradually disappeared behind us.
The asphalt road turned into a winding mountain road, and the streetlights became sparse, until only the headlights of cars remained to cut through the thick darkness.
He knew this road so well he could drive to the end with his eyes closed.
From the day his mother accepted him, he thought he would never walk this path again in his life, but who could have imagined...
Wen Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
The baby should be organizing the data now.
She would discuss things he couldn't understand, reveal smiles he couldn't see, and radiate a brightness he couldn't comprehend.
That radiant glow that belongs to another world.
The baby is working hard for her future.
What about him?
He is also working hard for their future.
Here, he will gradually expel from his body anything that is about to burst out of control and could harm the baby.
When he gets back tonight, he will become the Wen Yu she loves again.
Several points of light appeared ahead.
The modified sports car gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and a group of people gathered around it, their laughter and engine noise blending together.
This is a world belonging to the night, a world for crazy, reckless people.
Wen Yu stepped on the brake and turned off the engine.
The moment he opened the car door, his body temperature dropped.
Cold, aloof, and indifferent, showing none of the familiar features Su Qingyao knew.
At the edge of the cliff, the night wind howled.
Someone whistled at him, "Young Master Wen, you're here?"
He glanced at it casually, didn't answer, walked to the car behind Qin Yue, leaned against the door, and turned on his lighter.
The flames flickered, reflected in his eyes, but could not penetrate the darkness.
As arranged by Qin Yue, several race cars took their positions at the starting line.
Game start.
The roar of the engine shattered the silence of the mountains.
Wen Yu gripped the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the gear lever, his eyes fixed on the bend illuminated by the headlights. The speedometer needle had long since crossed the dangerous mark, yet he was still pressing the accelerator.
Entering the bend.
The braking point was at the very last second, and the car body almost slid past the guardrail.
The tires screeched, and the smell of burning seeped in through the cracks in the car windows.
not enough.
He needs faster speeds, more dangerous edges, and more extreme challenges.
The next bend is even sharper.
Wen Yu deliberately delayed entering the curve, and the rear of the car swung outward under the centrifugal force, with half of the car body already off the lane, below which was a bottomless cliff.
Wen Yu's pupils contracted slightly.
He reversed the steering wheel, floored the accelerator, and pulled the car back from the brink of losing control.
not enough.
Come again.
The night wind rushed in through the car window, ruffling his hair, but he didn't feel cold.
He could only feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, not out of fear, but out of those restless thoughts.
I love Su Qingyao so much.
I love Su Qingyao so much.
He loved her so much that he wanted to meld her into his very bones, so much that he wanted to lock her away in a place where only he could see her, so much that those thoughts roared day and night, almost bursting through his body.
He slammed on the gas and sped straight toward the last bend.
That bend is the most dangerous part of the entire track.
There are no guardrails, only a hairpin bend that is almost ninety degrees. If you are not careful, you will plunge off the cliff.
He usually slows down to 60 km/h before entering a turn.
He didn't slow down today.
The speedometer needle ticked: 120, 130, 140.
The tires completely lost grip the moment they entered the corner, and the car slid sideways toward the edge of the cliff.
Wen Yu stared intently ahead, but what lay before him was no longer a mountain road, but a dark void.
The front of the car had already jutted out over the cliff.
Below was an unfathomable darkness.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still.
He could hear his own heartbeat, the sound of tires crushing gravel, and the howling wind rushing up from below the cliff.
Death sat in the passenger seat, his cold fingers resting on the side of his neck.
Then, the wheels gripped the ground again.
The vehicle jolted violently before coming to a stop just off the edge of the cliff.
Half of the car's front end was suspended in the air, and gravel fell from under the tires with a soft patter, and the sound of it hitting the ground could not be heard for a very long time.
Wenyu turned off the engine.
The whole world fell silent.
He sat there in the driver's seat, looking at the empty space ahead, watching the beams of light from the headlights disappear into the darkness.
Cold sweat trickled down my back, my fingertips trembled slightly, and adrenaline surged wildly in my veins.
Fear, excitement, and the dizziness of surviving a close call all rushed in at once.
But at the same time, what was incredibly clear before his eyes was the face he had depicted countless times.
Su Qingyao.
Memories of their past interactions flooded back like a tidal wave, more intense, more overwhelming, and more irresistible than the near-death experience he had just had.
He wanted to see her.
I want to see her now, immediately, right away.
Those dark thoughts are still roaring and howling, but at their core, they are still love.
It was a love so overwhelming it threatened to drown him.
Wen Yu closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
The front of the car was hanging over the edge of the cliff, and the night wind blew up from below, carrying the chill of the abyss.
He just sat there, letting those complex emotions surge in his chest.
Fear, excitement, love, possessiveness, paranoia, madness.
They all belong to her.
They all came into being because of her.
It took him a long time to open his eyes and take out his phone.
The screen lit up, showing a photo of Su Qingyao nestled in his arms, making a peace sign at the camera, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, smiling with extreme happiness.
He stared at the photo for a very long time before finally opening the chat window.
My dearest husband: [Baby, I miss you so much, so much, so much...]