Chapter 216: Chapter 216 - 214: Jing Jihan Was Silent for Only Two Seconds, as If...

Until a hand suddenly found the position of the modified central lock on the car door, she pressed it while lifting her hand to grab Chu Chao’s wrist forcefully. Fortunately, Chu Chao wasn’t a strong, burly man, just a lean young guy. Shi Su instinctively grabbed him hard out of intense pain, causing him to lose his strength momentarily. Shi Su seized the opportunity to push him back, unlocked the rear door with the central lock, and simultaneously kicked him out of the car. She left the door open in fear of him climbing back in, slammed the accelerator, and sped wildly down the main roads of Z City.

At some point, the sirens of police cars began to sound around her, passing vehicles made way one after another, and frightened children and elderly hid by the roadside, unclear of the situation.

Shi Su gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, blood streamed down from her head, the metallic scent filled her nostrils, and all she could think of was Chu Shangdong’s hypocritical, disgusting face. The nightmare from five years ago seemed to be magnified again, screaming madly at her sensitive nerves, growing crazier each second.

The darkest, most fearful corner deep within her heart was on the verge of collapse, and scars were about to fall off, like the bloody liquid before her eyes.

The car’s speed increased, racing with suicidal velocity toward the river district in the center of Z City, showing no sign of slowing down.

The surrounding traffic police quickly mounted their motorcycles to chase after her, watching helplessly as the car was about to plunge into the river.

Suddenly, a melodic ringtone came from the phone in her bag.

When that sound rang out, Shi Su seemed to awaken from the massive collapse and panic, slamming the brakes hard, causing her body to crash back heavily against the seat back due to the abrupt stop—

She looked toward the distant river, her trembling hand reached into the bag to retrieve the phone, answering the call without even glancing at the caller’s name.

A calm and steady male voice came through the phone: "Where are you?"

For two consecutive days, Shi Su avoided seeing Jing Jihan.

Even though Shi Su had rare days off the past two days, she kept herself locked in the hotel room without going out, and even when she did, she went out only with Jun on the ninth, completely avoiding Jing Jihan.

Despite living just across from him, they didn’t even meet once in those two days.

Such sudden avoidance was even palpable to Zhou He.

Today, the film crew resumed work, and Shi Su stayed in her room all day, only coming out in the afternoon, once again perfectly avoiding the times when Jing Jihan entered or exited his room.

Zhou He nervously asked with guilt, "Was it because the food I bought that night didn’t suit Miss Shi Su’s taste?"

Jing Jihan ruthlessly replied, "Well, you might as well pick up a knife and slit your throat."

Zhou He was on the verge of tears, planning to ask around in Z City about which restaurant had good food to redeem himself by mollifying the ancestor residing in room 8805.

At that moment, Jing Jihan directly took out his phone to call Shi Su.

The phone rang for a long time before finally being picked up.

Before Jing Jihan could speak, he suddenly heard faint police sirens and a woman’s somewhat heavy, hurried breathing from the other end of the line.

"Where are you?"

He paused, then asked without hesitation.

Shi Su’s emotions were unstable, on the brink of collapse; after a few seconds, she hoarsely said, "Jing Jihan, I’m not as wonderful as you see me. My world is chaotic and messy, with no place for you to settle. If you remember who you are, stay far away from me, the farther, the better."

Jing Jihan on the phone was silent for only two seconds, as if he hadn’t heard what she said, then asked again in a deep voice, "Where are you?"

The chaotic noises around Shi Su became increasingly clear. Her voice was choked, on the verge of tears yet not quite, and suddenly the call disconnected, returning everything to silence.

Jing Jihan put down the phone, expressionless, and said, "Contact the Z City police immediately to track the GPS location of Shi Su’s phone number and all her routes and recent stops."

Shi Su wasn’t blocked by the police cars because she saw Chu Chao with another backup vehicle from who knows where. Her eyes were now washed, and although still bloodshot, she could at least see the road clearly. He was already driving to catch up. Whether it was her heightened sensitivity at the moment, but when she saw that car closing in, it was as if she were reliving the scene from five years ago when his father, Chu Shangdong, lunged at her. Every hair on her body stood on end, and she abruptly veered her car to another road.

The car’s rear door was still wide open, making loud crashing noises against obstacles she passed, yet she seemed oblivious to it. Even with the accelerator pressed all the way down and the modified second-hand car clearly having issues, the engine’s sound grew louder, more ominous.

She didn’t know how long she had driven when police car sirens seemed to surround her, with someone on a loudspeaker warning her to stop immediately.

Chu Chao’s car was a taxi he’d intercepted halfway; he wasn’t used to driving it. Seeing Shi Su drive into a very narrow alley, he knew her car certainly wouldn’t fit all the way through, so he abandoned the car and ran in to find her.

Indeed, Shi Su got out of the car after entering the alley and, with someone chasing her, staggered deeper into it.

Upon hearing what seemed to be footsteps behind her, she staggered into a narrower alleyway at the corner to hide.

Just as Chu Chao was about to give chase, the roar of a motorcycle came from the alley entrance, with traffic police charging in.

Chu Chao’s face turned pale with panic, and when he turned, he suddenly spotted Shi Su in the narrow alley. In an instant, they locked eyes, and without a word, he set off to chase after her.

However, he hadn’t even entered when four or five motorcycles driven by traffic police blocked his path.

Turning angrily to flee through another exit, he found his way blocked by a black Bentley.

His breathing was heavy; his throat felt on fire, filled with sand-like roughness, as he saw the black Bentley’s door open. A tall, regal man in a black trench coat stepped out.

The man’s cold, dark eyes pinned him down, like a sharp nail piercing through his entire being.

Chu Chao abruptly turned back to find this alleyway was now a dead end, blocked by traffic police and this man in the black trench coat.