Chapter 848: Chapter 848: Father, Give Me Your Hand
The two trees were already making cracking sounds, probably unable to hold on for much longer.
He Jingyao’s face was as stern as water.
He glanced at Feng Qian and asked, “How much longer can it hold?”
“Ten minutes,” Feng Qian said, looking troubled.
At this rate, they probably wouldn’t be able to drag the car up. The problem was that they were halfway up the mountain, isolated with no help available in time.
He Jingyao nodded slightly and then turned, walking toward the edge of the cliff.
“Sir!” Feng Qian’s face changed slightly upon seeing this, “It’s too dangerous; you shouldn’t go there.”
“It’s fine, hold on,” the man said, taking off his coat and tossing it to the ground, walking to the edge, nearly stepping on the cliff.
He placed his right hand on the car and twisted open the backseat door while leaning over slightly.
The car body shook violently.
He looked back at Feng Qian, who nodded.
He Jingyao hesitated no longer, pulling the car door open completely, reaching out to He Yirong, “Father, give me your hand.”
He Yirong turned his head and stretched out his hand with difficulty, He Jingyao grabbed it firmly, then glanced at the driver’s seat. The driver, Old Yu, was covered in blood, seemingly long gone. Orıginal content can be found at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
He Yirong’s face showed sorrow, “Old Yu… is gone.”
The front of the car was severely deformed from the crash, Old Yu died on the spot. If it weren’t for the two trees on the cliff barely stopping the car, he wouldn’t have survived this far.
He Jingyao’s eyes were stormy.
He shifted his gaze away and said to He Yirong, “I’ll pull you out.”
“Okay.” He Yirong used his free hand to unbuckle the seatbelt. He breathed a sigh of relief soon after, “Done.”
On the other side, Feng Qian and the others desperately dragged the car backward by several inches. Even just those inches were enough to leave half of He Yirong’s body on the road.
He Jingyao no longer hesitated, exchanged a glance with He Yirong, who nodded, adjusted the angle and direction, and fiercely lunged outward, while He Jingyao pulled him with force in sync with the momentum. Two seconds later, He Yirong successfully tumbled onto the road, while the car violently shook, slowly sliding toward the cliff’s edge.
He Yirong felt unprecedentedly grounded as he held onto the roadway, so relieved after surviving, he couldn’t help but choke up.
The two trees originally blocking the SUV finally snapped with a crack. Not far away, Feng Qian released his grip, allowing the vehicle to tumble down the slope.
He Jingyao exhaled, feeling some strength return, then stood up from the ground, extended his hand towards He Yirong, and smiled lightly, “It’s over.”
He Yirong crawled forward slightly, finally grasping his hand and slowly standing up.
“Jingyao, what’s wrong with you…” He Yirong had just opened his mouth when he felt something choking his throat.
He Jingyao could have ignored him, but knowing he might be in danger, he came to rescue him immediately.
“None of this matters, let’s leave here quickly,” He Jingyao said urgently, helping him back toward the car.
At that moment, another vehicle descended from the mountain top.
And it was a massive truck.
He Jingyao’s pupils suddenly widened.
The sun was about to set, Zhixi arrived at the kitchen, preparing to make dinner.
However, as she reached the kitchen door, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She instinctively clutched her chest, frowning slightly, but soon, the inexplicable pain disappeared just as strangely.