After waiting for over an hour, Yang Jiabo finally spotted a familiar figure. He quietly sighed in relief and went up to greet Zhang Wei, who was surprised to see him after so many years. Yang Jiabo suggested walking Zhang Wei home to see his new place, and Zhang Wei agreed. Though they hadn’t been in touch for years, their childhood bond made it hard to refuse. Wei Jing followed silently behind them.
After just a few steps, a speeding car suddenly lost control and veered onto the sidewalk. Without thinking, Yang Jiabo yanked Zhang Wei backward, hard enough to make him fall. At the same time, another figure pulled Yang Jiabo into a tight embrace as the car barely missed them, crashing into a nearby wall.
"Are you okay? Did it scare you?" Wei Jing asked worriedly.
"I’m fine." Yang Jiabo shook his head. The warmth of Wei Jing’s arms slowly steadied his racing heart. He had been so focused on saving Zhang Wei that he hadn’t noticed his own danger. If Wei Jing hadn’t pulled him back, his clothes would’ve been caught on the side mirror.
Zhang Wei sat pale-faced on the ground, still shaken from nearly becoming roadkill. Once he recovered slightly, Yang Jiabo and Wei Jing escorted him home. Zhang Wei’s parents, upon hearing what happened, were immensely grateful and tried to insist they stay for dinner, but Yang Jiabo politely declined.
With Zhang Wei safe, the weight crushing Yang Jiabo’s heart finally lifted. Still, he urged Zhang Wei’s parents to keep him indoors for the next few days. Zhang Wei’s mother readily agreed, she also had been terrified by the close call.
After resolving the matter, Wei Jing saw Yang Jiabo home before returning to his own family. The incident had shaken him badly—he never expected Yang Jiabo’s premonition to come true. Seeing that out-of-control car speeding toward Yang Jiabo had nearly stopped his heart.
Wei Jing left in a hurry after the festival, not even getting a chance to see Yang Jiabo again, just a brief phone call to say goodbye.
A few days later, Zhang Wei and his parents came with gifts to thank Yang Jiabo. From them, he learned that the driver had suffered a sudden epileptic seizure, causing the crash. Due to the high speed, the driver died on impact. Zhang Wei’s family repeatedly expressed their gratitude—if not for Yang Jiabo, their son would have been killed.
When Luo Lixin returned from the holiday and heard about it, he was equally surprised but dismissed it as coincidence. Ding Xiang, upon hearing the news, also visited the farm to thank Yang Jiabo with gifts.
After this incident, Yang Jiabo’s life returned to normal. Though Wei Jing still called him daily, Yang Jiabo couldn’t shake the feeling that his attitude had grown somewhat… strange.
"Brother Ren, what exactly did you mean by what you said last time?" After wrestling with his thoughts for a while, Wei Jing invited Ren Boying out for a drink.
"Everyone thinks I treat Meng Fan like a little brother, but the truth is, I’m in love with him." Ren Boying’s eyes darkened with melancholy. "What do you think your feelings for Yang Jiabo are?"
"I—" Wei Jing was genuinely lost.
"You don’t have to tell me. The answer is in your own heart."
"What about you and Meng Fan, then?" Wei Jing asked.
"Who knows? Let things take their course." Ren Boying himself was tangled in uncertainty.
The two drank in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Before Wei Jing could sort out his feelings, news finally came about Wei Feng. He had been injured on a mission and sent back to recuperate. His condition wasn’t promising, if his leg didn’t heal properly, he might be discharged from the military.
This was a devastating blow to both Wei Feng and Grandpa Wei. Once his condition stabilized, Wei Feng was transferred to the military hospital under Wei Changdong’s jurisdiction. Upon hearing the news, Yang Jiabo went to visit.
Wei Feng lay listlessly in bed, forcing a strained smile when Yang Jiabo entered. "Jiajia, you’re here."
"Don’t force a smile if you can’t. It hurts to see."
"Don’t be sad. The doctors said there’s still some hope." Wei Feng ended up comforting Yang Jiabo instead.
"He’s right, so you must follow the treatment properly." Song Yufang’s eyes were shadowed with worry.
Yang Jiabo asked about Wei Feng’s condition and chatted with him for a while, only leaving when Wei Feng grew tired. Before departing, he pulled Song Yufang aside to inquire about Wei Feng’s medical records.
"Jiajia, do you have some kind of solution?" Song Yufang grabbed his hands eagerly. She and Wei Changdong knew the severity of Wei Feng’s injury, the chances of full recovery were slim. They had only transferred him back for better care.
"Auntie, don’t get your hopes up. I’m not sure if it’ll work." Yang Jiabo had no confidence in his own idea.
"It’s alright. We’ll try anything, no matter how small the chance." Song Yufang brought Yang Jiabo to Wei Changdong’s office.
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