No, impossible. He Yirong quickly denied this idea.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that aside from Jingyao, no one else could have such a deep grudge against Zhuo Yuwei... And this method of catching them off guard was indeed Jingyao’s style!
He Yirong felt his heart thumping wildly. He immediately took out his phone, instinctively wanting to dial He Jingyao’s number. Googlᴇ search 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥
Yet the next second, he realized that Jingyao was no longer his son.
He Yirong’s heart twitched, and he sighed wistfully, setting the phone down again. At this moment, he didn’t even know how to face Jingyao.
He Yirong rubbed his temples, feeling troubled, when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it, finding it difficult to believe his eyes for a moment.
He took a deep breath, calming his emotions before answering the call with a "Hello."
"Have you arrived?" He Jingyao’s voice was deep on the phone.
He Yirong was taken aback: "Yes."
"Are you on the road to Lingfeng?" He Jingyao questioned further.
He Yirong glanced at the scenery outside: "Yes, on the mountain road."
"Return as soon as possible, the sooner the better." He Jingyao’s voice was firm, with an urgent tone.
"What’s the matter?" He Yirong was puzzled, "Jingyao, do you know something?"
"He Yizheng might be planning to kill you." He Jingyao said calmly.
He Yirong’s pupils suddenly widened! He felt his heart clench tightly, and his brain buzzing.
"Lao Yu, turn around!" he instructed the driver.
"He Dong, we’re on a winding mountain road, turning around is too dangerous. I must drive to the top and then take another road down." Lao Yu replied, sounding troubled.
"Then just park the car by the roadside, you all get out and wait, I’ll be there soon." He Jingyao heard the driver’s words over the phone and promptly instructed.
"...It’s too late." He Yirong suddenly murmured softly.
He looked up, seeing another car suddenly speeding down from the mountain top, heading straight for them at great speed.
He Jingyao heard a piercing crash over the phone, and then the call was abruptly cut off.
He closed his eyes, gripping the phone tightly in his hand, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
In the driver’s seat, Feng Qian didn’t need his order, flooring the accelerator to drive up the mountain midsection. After about ten minutes, He Jingyao finally saw an SUV by the roadside, most of it hanging outside, luckily stopped by two big trees at the cliff’s edge, preventing it from falling off but still precarious.
He Jingyao quickly got out of the car, Feng Qian and the bodyguards followed swiftly.
He Yirong was still sitting in the back seat, clutching a branch that had extended into the window, not daring to move.
... He was still alive.
He Jingyao slowly exhaled, walking over calmly, speaking softly, "Father, it’s okay, I’ll save you right now."
Inside the car, upon hearing his voice, He Yirong’s eyes instantly welled up.
The way he addressed him hadn’t changed. This fact gave He Yirong a feeling of both comfort and bitterness.
"Alright..." he didn’t dare speak loudly, "you all be careful too."
Feng Qian and the bodyguards used tools to stabilize the car’s rear wheels, preventing it from sliding further, then began dragging the car, but its nose was driven too deep. With their collective strength, after a good ten minutes, they were able to drag the car up only about ten centimeters.