Jiang Jing returned home and saw his cousin Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan was just like before; whenever he saw Jiang Jing, besides talking on and on about business, he urged Jiang Jing to return to Guangcheng instead of staying in a small city like South City.
Compared to the bustling Guangcheng, South City indeed isn’t considered big.
This time, Jiang Jing didn’t directly refuse. Instead, he planned to consider it. His parents were getting older, and the thought of returning home was growing stronger. He had talked to his parents many times about this matter.
At night, once Jiang Jing had some free time, he began to look into what exactly happened back when he had his accident.
That year, he went on an autumn trip with Gu Mingzhu and several friends. He had always loved hiking since he was young, and despite his experience, he accidentally fell into a ravine and hit a rock, passing out immediately.
When he woke up again, the first thing he saw was the disheveled Gu Mingzhu taking care of him. In the end, with Gu Mingzhu’s help, he managed to get to the hospital and was brought back from the brink of death.
Since then, he and Gu Mingzhu became more connected, and as they spent more time together, he gradually started to like the kind-hearted Gu Mingzhu.
But now, they’re telling him that the savior is a fake?
Jiang Jing’s mind was a mess. He unintentionally sought out the friends who were hiking with him back then and brought up that incident. They all said they saw Gu Mingzhu helping Jiang Jing out.
As everyone chatted casually, Jiang Jing noticed that Feng Qing’s expression was off, seeming unnatural when discussing this matter.
After dinner, Jiang Jing pulled Feng Qing aside and said, "Feng Qing, let me take you home tonight."
"Jiang, there’s no need. I drove here myself." Feng Qing pointed to the car not far away and said proudly, "My dad just bought it for me. How does it look? Pretty cool, right?"
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"Feng Qing, we’ve known each other for seven or eight years now." Jiang Jing pulled Feng Qing along and got him back into his own car.
Feng Qing felt a pang of anxiety and said unnaturally, "Yeah, Jiang, we’ve known each other for so many years. Why bring this up suddenly?"
"We’re brothers, right?" Jiang Jing asked again.
Feng Qing felt even more panicked, trying hard to remember. He hadn’t done anything to let down Jiang Jing!
"Jiang, you’re not drunk, are you?" Feng Qing examined Jiang Jing, whose face was slightly red, but he was usually a good drinker. Not exactly impervious to alcohol, but at least better than him!
"Three years ago, when I had that accident, was it really Mingzhu who saved me?" Jiang Jing stared intensely at Feng Qing.
Feng Qing instinctively shifted backward, avoiding Jiang Jing’s gaze, and said, "Yes."
"Is that so?" Jiang Jing drew out his tone and said, "Feng Qing, answer while looking into my eyes."
Feng Qing lifted his gaze and, once his eyes met Jiang Jing’s deep look, quickly glanced elsewhere, saying, "Jiang, of course, it’s true. We all saw Gu Mingzhu helping you down the mountain."
"What about before that?" Jiang Jing asked, recalling the scene, "How did I get up from the ravine?"
"Of course, it was Gu Mingzhu... who carried you up." Feng Qing answered with downcast eyes. At that time, he reached Jiang Jing after Gu Mingzhu, and Jiang Jing had already been carried out of the ravine. He saw from afar someone in a green shirt carrying Jiang Jing up, and by the time Gu Mingzhu arrived, Jiang Jing was lying unconscious on the mountain road.