My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1478: Chapter 1479: Want to Bump into Rong Yan to Death

The man driving: "..."

This is the brilliant plan they came up with?

Three people working together can rival Zhuge Liang, but when these four put their heads together, they still aren’t as smart as the town’s yellow mutt!

"If no one picks up, there’s no way I can keep circling the area in the car and making nonstop calls. They’re not like you lot—acting all simpleminded—if I keep calling that number over and over again, anyone would suspect something!"

His accent was glaringly noticeable, a heavy dialect mixed with a forced attempt at Mandarin, creating a hilariously absurd effect.

Just as everyone in the van was racking their brains on how to lure the target out—

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Look quickly! Is that woman coming out up front the target?"

A group of burly men immediately turned to look. "Where?"

"Right there, up front!"

The driver fixed his gaze and quickly compared her to the photo pasted on the car window.

Well, damn, she really came straight to their doorstep!

His face lit up with sudden excitement, and he yelled back, "Sit tight, everyone!"

The men in the back grabbed hold of anything within reach. Those who couldn’t find something to hold onto clung to the arms of the person next to them, eyes shut tight, utterly petrified.

"Amitabha Buddha, heaven protect us, I’ve never seen the ghost of a dead woman before. Sister, don’t blame us, we’re just helping others for money. Being hit and killed doesn’t hurt—it’s quick. We’ll hit hard enough to make sure you don’t suffer. Just don’t come back and haunt us after you die... Heaven above, earth below, Saint Mary, please bless me..."

"Shut your damned mouth! You’re mixing Daoist prayers with Christian ones, and now you’re asking Buddha for protection too?! If I were Buddha, having a wishy-washy disciple like you would make it impossible to nail down my coffin lid! Forget the woman coming for revenge—I’d strangle you myself first!"

"Big Bro, if you want to hit someone, focus and stop chatting with me. If she gets up after the first hit, we’re gonna have to hit her a second time!"

"Heh, don’t worry. She doesn’t know we’re aiming for her with the car. A single hit—I’m telling you—it’ll be flawless!"

Rong Yan reached the roadside and weirdly noticed that Lin Zhiya and Little Baby were nowhere in sight. She looked around but couldn’t find them. Standing by the curb, she pulled out her phone—only then did she realize the number that had just called her wasn’t Lin Zhiya’s. Instead, it was an unfamiliar number from Capital City that she didn’t recognize.

She furrowed her brows.

Suddenly, she felt a gust sweep past her. Looking up, a speeding van barreled toward her like a drunken man, swerving wildly but heading straight for her—

The van was moving so fast it seemed to be deliberately targeting her, determined to hit her. By the time she noticed, the van was already too close to dodge by running.

"Damn it!" Rong Yan’s heart pounded wildly. Gritting her teeth, she summoned all her strength to shove a nearby tall garbage bin toward the intersection and rolled herself to the side.

"Bang!"

The driver hadn’t expected a garbage bin to suddenly roll into his path, blocking his view. His instincts triggered, and he turned the wheel sharply.

A deafening crash rang out; the sudden impact nearly knocked his guts loose.

His forehead smacked against the windshield, leaving his ears ringing. Groaning, he touched his swollen forehead and looked up—only to realize that, in his panic, he had missed hitting the woman and crashed straight into a roadside bench instead.