Chapter 590: Tang Siluo’s Absolute Confidence
Chapter 590: Tang Siluo’s Absolute Confidence
After being ravaged by Lei Jiang for so many days, Tang Siluo hated him down to her very bones. She wished she could hang his corpse on the city wall and whip it for three days and nights.
But she couldn’t. She had to think of Zhang Boxun and Brother Feifan. They had worked so hard to come and save her—if Chen Chaofa discovered any trace of them, it would cause serious trouble.
When she saw that both Zhang Boxun and Luo Feifan remained silent, saying nothing, Tang Siluo laughed through her tears and said, “I’m sorry, I almost forgot. Zhang Boxun and Brother Feifan are the strongest men in this world. So what if it’s Chen Chaofa? He still won’t be able to do anything to you.”
So… couldn’t they drive back and kill Chen Chaofa as well? Tang Siluo very much wanted to ask that of Zhang Boxun and Luo Feifan.
But seeing how neither of them had spoken a single word to her since the beginning—so utterly different from the way they treated her months ago—she couldn’t help but feel anxious.
As for Brother Feifan, she no longer dared to think of him that way. After everything she had been through, she had at least grown enough to understand that forcing affection only led to bitterness.
But Zhang Boxun… surely he wouldn’t treat her so coldly?
At once, Tang Siluo reassured herself. It was fine. Zhang Boxun was probably just a little angry with her. He had been angry before, even ignored her for days at a time. But as long as she talked to him gently, he would love her the same as always.
Yes—no matter how the world changed, Zhang Boxun would never change. On this point, Tang Siluo was utterly confident.
In the passenger seat, An Ran wanted very much to tell Tang Siluo, Lei Jiang’s body is already nothing but a skeleton. The killer was the iron tree standing right next to him. Even the bones and clothing have been hooked by its roots and buried in the flowerpot.
The surveillance inside the Grand Fortune had also long since been wiped clean by Zhan Lian. So Tang Siluo didn’t need to worry about any of that.
But Zhan Lian had said it was best not to meddle in other people’s affairs—not even to say a single extra word. So An Ran kept her mouth shut and let Tang Siluo stew in her own needless worries.
Before long, the car reached the bridge that spanned between Hedong and Hexi. It was a long bridge, and once across it, they would be in Hexi.
Daytime was much warmer than night, so many people seized the chance to cross with their families. Those who had cars drove, though most vehicles were frozen stiff and wouldn’t run, so most traveled on foot, dragging carts of belongings behind them.
Zhan Lian’s jeep was only halfway across the bridge when a young girl dashed out, face full of panic, blocking their path. When the jeep stopped, she hurried to the back window, pounding on the glass.
Zhang Boxun rolled it down and turned his handsome eyes toward her. The girl—Liu Shasha—stared, startled for an instant, then shouted:
“Zhang Boxun! Zhang Boxun, please help me save someone—my grandfather is freezing to death!”
Zhang Boxun immediately opened the door. Liu Shasha tugged at him, and he followed her without hesitation.
In the car, Tang Siluo stuck her head out the door, wrapped in her coat, and called: “Boxun!”
He didn’t look back.
Not because he didn’t want to—but because in his mind, whatever urgency Tang Siluo might feel paled next to saving a life.
Unknowingly, perhaps in Zhang Boxun’s heart, more and more things were beginning to matter far more than Tang Siluo.