Chapter 887: Chapter 867: One Lives, One Dies
Lost in thought, he carried her and set her down onto the broad CEO’s desk, knelt down, and slowly rolled up her torn pants.
Indeed, the skin on her tender, snow-white knees had been scraped, displaying bruises and traces of blood.
His fingers hadn’t even touched the wound; he merely brushed by it and she yelped in pain: "Hiss, it hurts—"
Seeing the extent of her fall, he became slightly irritated, his tone akin to that of a strict father scolding a child: "One of these days, I really need to take you to get your head examined properly."
"It’s just a fall, why check my head?" she complained with pouty dissatisfaction.
"Only someone with an undeveloped cerebellum falls all the time."
"..."
The secretary knocked and entered, catching sight of Jiayi seated on the solemn and dignified desk normally used by the Boss for negotiations with clients, and couldn’t help but be taken aback, quickly realizing:
"Boss, I’ve brought the medical kit. It contains medicine for sprains and bruises. If needed, I can go call the company doctor to treat Miss Chu’s wounds."
Large corporations generally are equipped with a medical room and doctors prepared for the staff. The Huo Family was no exception.
"No need, you may leave."
The door gently closed, and Huo Zhenyang took out a sterilized medical wipe, first cleaning the bloodstains around Jiayi’s wound, then spraying Yunnan Baiyao aerosol around the injured area.
Though Jiayi still felt some pain, the sprayed medicine cooled the wound down a lot, making her feel much better. Yet, she became anxious again: "What about Miss Qiao and Brother Yixiao..."
He picked her up and placed her onto the soft and spacious CEO’s chair: "Don’t worry, they won’t have any problems, just wait for the news."
Even though she knew waiting for news was all she could do, Jiayi couldn’t help saying: "But..."
"Don’t you trust Nie Yixiao the most?" His tone still contained a faint hint of sourness.
Only then did she fall silent and stop speaking, but she glanced around and asked, "Why... did you let me sit on your chair..."
His brows furrowed, he pressed her down: "Just sit if I told you to sit, why so much nonsense." He casually tossed her a tablet: "Go online."
Letting her surf the internet would distract her and keep her from worrying too much.
Having said that, he took his laptop and sat down on the adjacent sofa to start working.
Seeing him engrossed in work, she did not say anything more, obediently sitting on his plush CEO’s chair, waiting for news from the police station.
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Meanwhile, Qiao Yongyong leisurely drove her car.
While driving, she thought about heading to the police station and then finding Nie Yixiao, her mood as delightful as the weather today.
Unconsciously, the corners of her red lips lifted into a smile.
Gradually, however, something felt off—behind her, the loud roar of an engine tearing across the asphalt grew.
Before she could react, a black car at full throttle, like an angry, raging dragon, surged in front of her own vehicle, swerving sideways sharply, and screeched to a halt, forcibly stopping her!
"S-h-i-t! Are they crazy?!"
Qiao Yongyong cursed, preparing to unbuckle her seatbelt to start an argument, but then she recognized the car blocking her way—it seemed familiar!
The man flung open the car door, his handsome face steely, striding over, forcefully pulled open the passenger door, and sat down, scanning the surroundings not appropriate for diffusing a bomb, and hurriedly said, "Drive! Turn left straight ahead, there’s a dock. Go there!"
"Brother Yixiao? What are you doing here?" Qiao Yongyong exclaimed, surprised. Could this be a wish come true?
She had just been daydreaming about him while driving, and now he suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Seeing her gawking at him like a smitten fool, he took her head in one hand and gently pushed it, emphasizing his words: "Do I need to repeat myself? Drive!"
Qiao Yongyong snapped out of it: "What’s going on, why do we need to go to the dock?"
He didn’t have the time to explain further.
He was unclear about the power of the bomb, and even less so whether it was a timed or contact bomb. Time was gold, and there was no room for delay.
He lifted Qiao Yongyong’s face, leaned in a few inches closer, pressing against her slender body. Due to uncontrollable anxiety, a heavy breath of heat invaded the girl’s face: "Don’t you trust me?"
Qiao Yongyong quickly seized on the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: "Alright, then kiss me! Right on the lips!"
"Qiao Yongyong!" Nie Yixiao’s veins throbbed with anger!
If this girl knew there was a bomb under the car, let’s see if she’d still be in the mood to flirt!
But finally, with no other choice, he gritted his teeth, lowered his handsome face, and quickly pecked her plump red lips.
Only then did Qiao Yongyong feel fully satisfied, straightened up, stepped on the gas, and drove towards the nearest dock.
In less than a few minutes, the car stopped at the deserted dock.
In front lay the vast expanse of the sea.
Nie Yixiao’s gaze turned to the recess next to Qiao Yongyong’s seat, his expression tensed as he uncovered it to find something tightly wrapped in newspaper.
Even though Qiao Yongyong had just deliberately teased him, she knew something must have happened, and now seeing this package, the playful smile was gone, her eyes widened in shock: "What is this? What’s going on?"
He tried to keep his voice calm so as not to frighten her: "Huo Zhenxuan placed explosives in this car, it should be this."
Color drained from her delicate face.
He looked at her intently: "I will handle this. Do you trust me?"
She clenched her fists, nodding with effort: "I trust you."
Nie Yixiao no longer hesitated, unwrapping the newspaper.
A small timer was tied on top of the black explosives, wrapped with many colorful wires.
The timer read zero, the countdown to detonation not yet begun.
"Brother Yixiao..." Qiao Yongyong gasped, "Let’s get out of the car!"
"Wait a second!!" Nie Yixiao quickly scanned the car interior, spotting small detonators stuck in inconspicuous corners under both doors, "The explosives are connected to the door detonators; opening a door will cause it to explode."
They couldn’t open the doors, and any larger movements inside the car might set off the bomb.
To leave the car, they had to defuse the bomb.
He pulled out small cutters he brought from the building’s surveillance room and cut a few easily distinguishable detonation wires.
The remaining detonation wires were yellow, white, and red, difficult to ascertain which was safe and which was dangerous.
Qiao Yongyong’s heart thudded loudly.
She knew that their lives, hers and Nie Yixiao’s, might depend on these three wires.
Nie Yixiao’s expression darkened.
Of the remaining three wires, one triggered the timer, one would directly detonate the bomb, and the last one was the safe wire to defuse the bomb.
He looked up, gazing deeply at Qiao Yongyong: "Are you afraid?"
"With you, I’m not afraid," she said, trying to steady her nerves.
"Tough talk for someone in denial," Nie Yixiao remarked, and at that moment, he snipped the yellow wire.
A "ding"—resonated clearly inside the car!
The timer was triggered, and the red seconds began to rush forward!
A countdown of one hundred and twenty seconds began!
Two wires remained, one for life, the other for death.
