bodyguard against fate

Chapter 30 Haunted House at the Bridgehead

After escaping from the farmhouse, Wu Renxing didn't know where to go. He Yong wanted to call the police, but Wu Renxing quickly stopped him. If the police investigated and found the video footage, Wu Renxing would be in a very difficult situation. He said that they didn't know He Xiuli's condition yet, and if they called the police, the shady shop owner might become desperate and harm Xiuli. He Yong regretted coming out with him and should have stayed with his daughter, but it was too late now.

The sky was overcast, with thick, inky clouds, and a torrential downpour looked imminent. We needed to find somewhere to take shelter first, and figure out a solution later.

Qiaotou Village is named so because there is actually a bridge there, and the farmhouse is located at the entrance of the village, right next to the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, there is a solitary house, which is also the closest place to Wu Renxing where he can take shelter from the rain.

"Dad, let's go inside and hide!"

Wu Renxing knocked on the door, but no one answered. The door was ajar and could be pushed open with a reach.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" Wu Renxing called out as he entered the house.

This resembles a long-abandoned village house. Upon entering, you're greeted by a stove, the pot lid covered in a thick layer of ash, the cutting board teeming with moss, the cleavers rusted and worn, large spiderwebs clinging to the corners, and the cabinet holding pots, pans, and dishes broken and crumbling, with a gecko crawling on it...

The room was dimly lit. Wu Renxing tried to turn on the light, but found that the light bulb didn't light up at all, indicating that there was no electricity.

"Is it a haunted house?" Wu Renxing said, clicking his tongue.

"What's so scary about ghosts? What's scary are some people whose hearts are even worse than ghosts." He Yong made a veiled criticism.

Over the years, Wu Renxing had cultivated himself to be immune to all poisons, so he pretended not to hear anything.

"Dad, do you think there might be a dead person in the house? If we kill someone here, it might go for ten or eight years without anyone noticing." After saying this, Wu Renxing began to look at He Yong. He Yong's arm was still in a cast, and he was powerless to fight back. If they did it here, no one would see it, and it would also save them the cost of a hitman. It was a win-win situation!

"All you do all day is spout this useless nonsense. If you have that brain, think about how to rescue Xiuli!"

As He Yong spoke, he walked into the inner room, completely unprepared. It was a golden opportunity. Wu Renxing grabbed a kitchen knife, aimed it at the back of He Yong's neck, and raised the knife to strike!

Suddenly, a cough came from outside. Wu Renxing was so startled that he immediately stopped what he was doing. Someone was coming!

He Yong also heard the sound and turned around to look. He saw the door being pushed open and a person coming in. He Yong and the person looked at each other and were both dumbfounded!

"Mr. He, I'm so sorry, I wrecked the BMW!"

Feng Weida and He Xiuli talked as they walked.

"Xiao Feng, don't blame yourself. Besides, there was a reason for it. You were trying to save me." He Xiuli completely understood.

"Why did they arrest you?" Feng Weida still didn't understand what had happened.

"Don't even mention it, we ran into a rip-off shop." He Xiuli sighed.

"Oh no, I forgot there's 30,000 yuan in the car!" Feng Weida suddenly remembered that he had brought 30,000 yuan in cash. "I'll go back and get it!"

"Just leave it there, it's fine," He Xiuli said, worried that Feng Weida might cause trouble again when he got back. "Little Feng, this time it's all thanks to you again, otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

"I wish I had come sooner. Now I've lost Mr. Wu." Feng Weida felt very guilty.

"Him?" He Xiuli's heart sank at the mention of Wu Renxing. He had abandoned her in the face of danger and left on his own. But she couldn't say this to Feng Weida.

It was only then that Feng Weida noticed that He Xiuli was walking with a limp.

"Mr. He, what happened to your foot?"

"I twisted it a little, but it's nothing."

Feng Weida looked at the sky; a torrential downpour was about to begin. Then he looked around and saw a house on the other side of the bridge.

"It's going to rain, let's go take shelter over there."

"good!"

He Xiuli had only taken two steps when she almost tripped and fell.

"Mr. He, let me carry you!"

Feng Weida turned his back to He Xiuli.

"No need, I can walk."

After a morning of running around, He Xiuli was almost exhausted, but she was gritting her teeth and persevering.

"Come on, this way it will be faster, otherwise you'll get caught in the rain and easily catch a cold!" Feng Weida insisted.

He Xiuli looked at the sky and realized that a downpour could happen at any moment. If she caught a cold or fever in this desolate place, she might lose half her life. So she had no choice but to do as Feng Weida said.

To her own surprise, she, the boss of a company with over a hundred employees, was now being ordered around by a driver. Even more surprising was that in their seven years of marriage, apart from Wu Renxing carrying her on his back, no other man had ever touched her. Yet, in just over ten minutes, Feng Weida had once pinned her down on his back and carried her with their chests pressed against each other. He Xiuli blushed instantly, though Feng Weida couldn't see it.

"Mr. He, how much do you weigh?" Feng Weida asked the question that every straight man would ask.

He Xiuli blushed even more: "Am I that heavy?"

"No, it's very light," Feng Weida said. "You've got it, let's hurry!"

Feng Weida carried He Xiuli on his back and ran all the way to the "haunted house".

Is anyone there?

Feng Weida saw that the gate to the courtyard was open. At that moment, a light rain began to fall. Without thinking, Feng Weida carried He Xiuli inside, only to be dumbfounded upon entering. He had expected to see unfamiliar faces in an ordinary farmer's home, but instead, he was surrounded by acquaintances: Wu Renxing, He Yong, and one person he never imagined—Old Zheng!

It turned out that the person He Yong had turned around to see was Old Zheng. Old Zheng was obviously very surprised. He Yong was the enemy he had hated for half his life, and now he was actually in his house. He had dreamed of this meeting countless times. Now, not only had He Yong come, but he had also brought a family bucket. On a dark and windy night, when murder and arson were most likely to occur, it seemed that the title of the number one rainy night butcher in Leping Town would be well-deserved tonight. Hahahaha!

"beautiful!"

Before Feng Weida could even call out "Old Zheng," Wu Renxing began his performance. He quickly stepped forward and hugged He Xiuli tightly, exclaiming, "Are you alright? I was so worried about you!"

If it were half an hour ago, He Xiuli would have reassured him, saying she was fine, and would have also asked how he and his father got here, and mentioned that she was very grateful to Xiao Feng for saving her, taking care of everything perfectly.

However, due to Wu Renxing's resentment at the last minute, He Xiuli's feelings for him gradually cooled.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

He Xiuli gently pushed Wu Renxing away. Everyone felt He Xiuli's coldness, except for Lao Zheng, because from the moment he entered the room, his eyes were only on He Yong, and he didn't even see Feng Weida come in.

"Are you alright?"

For twenty years, Lao Zheng thought that when he saw He Yong, he would definitely question him sternly: why did you frame me? Why did you take over my factory? Why did you send me to a mental hospital? Even he himself did not expect that when hatred had penetrated to the bone, he would ask such a question instead.

"Thanks to you, you haven't changed either," He Yong said, glancing at his hand in a cast.

Old Zheng knew, and He Yong knew, that he was the one who pushed him down the stairs: "You knew it was me, so why didn't you report me?"

"When will this cycle of revenge end?!"

"What a vicious cycle of revenge!" Old Zheng laughed heartily. "You've gone too far, and now you expect me to play the good guy! Do you know how I've lived these past twenty years?"

Old Zheng suddenly flew into a rage, the veins on his face looking like they were about to burst and splatter all over his face!