But the car was going too fast. It was accelerating just now when it suddenly swerved, narrowly brushing past Shen Xingwei’s car, then skidded to the side, flipping over twice before crashing into the roadside barrier with a loud bang.
The people inside the car felt a dizzying sensation.
Shen Xingwei was scared stiff. He shakily got out of the car, his legs almost giving way as he ran towards the overturned red car.
He just wanted to force Rong Qingqing to stop and see him; he didn’t expect this to happen.
Shen Xingwei ran to the car’s side, desperately smashing the car window glass and shouting to the people inside, "Qingqing, Qingqing, don’t scare me, you can’t have anything happen to you."
The bodyguards from the car behind also arrived, and the four of them got out of the car and together righted the car, saving the people inside.
Rong Qingqing was pulled out of the car by Shen Xingwei, his voice constantly calling "Qingqing" ringing in her ears.
Rong Qingqing felt fury burning within her, shooting straight up to the sky.
There was no time to say anything. Rong Qingqing only felt a surge in her stomach. She directly pushed Shen Xingwei away, swaying as she stood up, heading all the way to the roadside.
Then, holding onto an electricity pole, she bent over and vomited.
Seeing this, Shen Qiao pushed away the bodyguard holding her and ran towards Rong Qingqing, not minding at all that Rong Qingqing was vomiting, carefully patting her on the back with a worried face, "Sister Qingqing, are you okay?"
After speaking, Shen Qiao noticed the big bump on Rong Qingqing’s forehead with blood, and she hurriedly shouted to the bodyguards, "Call an ambulance! Sister Qingqing has a head injury."
Rong Qingqing knew she probably had a concussion.
She placed her hand on Shen Qiao’s waist, gently pushing her back a few steps.
After all, it really wasn’t a good look for her to be hunched over vomiting here.
After a while, Rong Qingqing finally caught her breath, turning her head to see Shen Xingwei standing there with a dumbfounded, worried look, and the fire in Rong Qingqing’s heart burned even more.
"You four, come here." Rong Qingqing said breathlessly, calling over the four bodyguards from the next car, and once they approached, Rong Qingqing pointed at Shen Xingwei with her finger.
She slowly uttered a sentence.
"Beat him to death for me!"
Shen Xingwei’s expression froze, and all four bodyguards’ faces changed.
"Miss Rong Qingqing, please don’t make it difficult for us; how could we dare to lay a hand on Young Master Shen Xingwei?" one of the bodyguards said fearfully.
Rong Qingqing stood up, holding onto the electric pole, "You don’t dare! Then I’ll do it myself!"
Indeed, asking Shen family’s bodyguards to hit Shen family’s young master was out of the question.
Then she’d do it herself.
This anger had to be vented!
Rong Qingqing looked around for a handy weapon.
After scanning the area, she walked directly to the broken railing and, using all her strength, pulled out one of the rods.
Rong Qingqing dragged the one-meter-long rod with a cold expression, heading in Shen Xingwei’s direction.
The iron rod scraped along the cement road, making an ear-piercing screech.
The bodyguards’ faces were filled with terror.
"Miss Rong, calm down! If you swing that rod, it could be fatal!" Everyone gathered around Rong Qingqing.
If they let Rong Qingqing really swing that rod, they might all end up losing their jobs.
"Don’t stop me!" Rong Qingqing, consumed by anger, even her tone was fiercely resolute, "Watch me give this idiot a concussion with this rod!"
The bodyguards surrounded her, not daring to move, no one dared to let their guard down.
Shen Xingwei’s eyes were red, standing there, with no intention of leaving.