Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 168 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 19

The matter gradually subsided after some time. Although the fake Taoist priest's death was suspicious, the police could not find the cause of death no matter how they investigated. Finally, under pressure from above, they could only say that he died accidentally from drunkenness.

Ni Qing hadn't contacted her "white moonlight" Song Ziyu for a long time. The next day, she suddenly received a text message from him, and she could vaguely tell from the words that he was indifferent.

Brother Song: My father is holding a press conference tomorrow to officially acknowledge my existence and give me some shares in the company. Are you coming?

According to his character in the original storyline, he wouldn't say something like that. The only reason he would invite Ni Qing over is because of the Song family behind her.

They had been eyeing the Qin family's property ever since Qin Boyue's death. Because his death was sudden and he hadn't made a will, it was automatically awarded to his wife according to the law.

Ni Qing's infatuation with the Song family's illegitimate son was common knowledge, and she could basically guess what the Song family was planning.

Presumably, she was just a bargaining chip for Song Ziyu to climb the social ladder. Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was love-struck, and she had no choice but to agree.

The expected reply came from the other end. Song Ziyu put away his phone, dressed in a high-end custom-made black suit. He was handsome with striking features and had the air of a businessman.

He couldn't stand being looked down upon everywhere. Even though he hadn't done anything, no one wanted him to be born.

He was not expected to be born.

But...why?

He had finally been assigned to an internship at the company not long ago, but all he got was a nominal position as the president's assistant. The Song family had hinted at this to him countless times, and he wasn't blind; he just couldn't be bothered to climb the corporate ladder by relying on a woman.

However, the world always favors those who work hard. Out of necessity, he told his so-called father in advance that he was with Ni Qing.

This represents a qualitative leap in its properties.

He thought casually, taking a sip of red wine. He was still dealing with social engagements and could only steal a moment to send her a message. Now that he had the answer he wanted, there was no need to keep trying.

Then, holding a glass of red wine, he opened the door again and went inside.

The drinking party ended at 11 or 12 at night. He was quite drunk, but fortunately he didn't black out. He diligently saw the executives off before deciding to hire a designated driver to take him home.

The streets were dark and deserted. This area was a bustling district, but the streetlights were always dim and no one came to repair them.

The cold wind woke him up a bit, so he decided to cross the street and walk to the parking lot to wait.

There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the road.

He only took another step after confirming with both sides.

Just as I reached the middle of the road, a black sedan suddenly appeared, speeding recklessly. Even though it was nighttime, the other car didn't even have its low beams on. The speed limit on this busy street was 30 mph, but the driver was going at least 50 mph.

In that instant, Song Ziyu sobered up immediately.

He disregarded everything else and quickly stepped back, but the person seemed to be doing it on purpose, changing direction and crashing into him precisely.

They were extremely close together. Before being hit, he even tried to see the other car's license plate number, but strangely, the car didn't have a license plate number, nor did it have one at all.

He closed his eyes, resigning himself to his bad luck.

When a person encounters danger, their adrenaline surges, and their whole body enters a state of excitement. He was hit and flew five meters away, his nerves were numb, and he could not feel the pain.

Fortunately, he didn't land on the back of his head; he only felt that his arm was probably broken and he couldn't feel it. The person who hit him showed no remorse or worry and fled the scene immediately.

Dark blood spread like a small snake, filling the air with a bloody stench.

Before losing consciousness, he struggled to take out his phone; the screen was already broken. He tried his best to tap the screen and dial 120.

The phone rang a few times, and then a familiar voice came from the other end: "What's wrong, Brother Song?"

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when he saw a dark figure leaning against a streetlamp not far away.

The other person was tall and slender, with his head slightly lowered, exuding an extremely lazy air. He seemed to have been secretly watching his every move the whole time, and even when his life was hanging by a thread, the other person showed no intention of coming to his rescue.

He managed to say, "Save...me..." before his consciousness faded and darkness enveloped him.

When Ni Qing received the call again, she was completely bewildered. There was no sound on the other end, which was extremely eerie. It was the system that sensed something was wrong and quickly reminded her, "The second male lead is about to die. This doesn't fit the original plot. Go and save him quickly."

It sent its location, and Ni Qing glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight. She hurriedly jumped out of bed, grabbed a coat, and immediately called 120.

He then drove away.

When we arrived at the crime scene, the ambulance had just arrived.

The nurse, dressed in a white coat, lifted him onto the stretcher with a serious expression. Qin Boyue lifted his eyelids, looking at Ni Qing who had arrived late, and felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

This speed... Song Ziyu didn't seem to have had time to say anything before he fell unconscious, and Ni Qing arrived so quickly? The speed was unsettling.

When he arrived at the hospital, he went to the emergency room. After a series of examinations and hemostasis, the doctor calmly said, "It's an external injury."

He needs to rest, which may conflict with the dates of his upcoming press conference.

Ni Qing, acting like a devoted admirer, silently stayed by her bedside all night. Only when the thin golden light shone in again did she flutter her eyelashes and slowly open her eyes.

Song Ziyu lay on the hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages. He had woken up at some point. "Why did you come? There's no need. You should go back."

He probably intended to use her to advance his career, and at this moment he actually felt a little guilty and ashamed.

Ni Qing shook her head, and said understandingly, "Brother Song, you've been in such a serious car accident, how can I leave in peace? What kind of car hit you in the middle of the night?"

During this call, Song Ziyu found himself unable to answer.

He didn't know what the other person looked like, nor did he know the license plate number. If it weren't for the security cameras there, he probably would never have caught the driver.

Ni Qing seemed to have a feeling and said, "Don't worry, I've already sent people to check the surveillance footage. Hit-and-run is a crime and cannot be tolerated. We should have results soon."

She was right. Almost immediately, the police sent her a text message: No results found. No vehicles passed by during that period.

No vehicles passed by?

Ni Qing was immediately stunned. How could someone be so badly injured without any vehicles passing by? These wounds were clearly signs of a car accident.

The police also found it unbelievable: the surveillance footage from 120 pm to midnight last night showed a lot of traffic, but by the time Mr. Song came out, it had become deserted, and no vehicles were seen until the ambulance arrived.

Song Ziyu seemed to have been knocked away out of thin air.