Chapter 11

Jiang Chuan didn’t explain much, only saying that something important had come up, and he had to go back.

In Qin Tang’s impression, Jiang Chuan was always calm and unhurried, rarely showing such a tense expression. She said, “Alright.”

Qin Tang had no objections, and neither did anyone else, so Jiang Chuan drove towards Xi’an.

On the way, Jiang Chuan took several calls from Lü An, and Xiao Cheng asked a few more questions. Everyone began to understand the situation.

Jiang Chuan’s truck driver had crashed into a Rolls-Royce worth over seven million yuan. Seven million… even if it was just a small scrape, the repair costs would be substantial. They didn’t know the exact extent of the damage yet, but it was definitely a troublesome matter.

Xiao Cheng’s face changed: “How can we afford to pay for that...”

Jiang Chuan didn’t speak, remaining silent as he drove, his face tense.

Qin Tang glanced at him from the back seat. She didn’t know what kind of company Jiang Chuan ran, but it seemed their financial situation wasn’t great. They lived in an old house at Yizhan, and they only had two jeeps—one of them constantly stalled and clearly nearing the end of its life.

She guessed the company was just starting out, not yet making any profit. If they had money, Lü An and Xiao Cheng wouldn’t be so kind to her.

The driver had crashed into a seven-million-yuan luxury car, and the car owner must be someone influential. If this got pursued, regardless of whose fault it was, the company would definitely suffer.

This was no small matter.

They arrived in Xi’an after dark. Jiang Chuan dropped Qin Tang and Yueyue off at the hospital. Yueyue had been injured and had spent the whole day on the road, tired but still curious, her big eyes constantly fixed on the city outside, fascinated by everything in the big city. She wanted to get out of the car and see more.

Jiang Chuan hurried to find Lü An, and he looked at Ah Qi: “Now that we’re in Xi’an, you’ll leave Yizhan tomorrow morning.”

Ah Qi’s face turned pale, biting his lip but remaining silent. Xiao Bai and Xu Peng didn’t dare to plead anymore, and everyone stood in silence.

Xiao Cheng said, “Brother, I’ll go with you.”

Jiang Chuan glanced at him: “No need, you stay with Qin Tang.”

Xiao Cheng scratched his head: “Okay.”

Jiang Chuan threw the car keys to Xiao Cheng: “Take the keys, it’ll be more convenient for you to go back later.”

Xiao Cheng: “What about you?”

Jiang Chuan had already walked off quickly.

Qin Tang was handling Yueyue’s admission paperwork. It was already late, and the physical examination for Yueyue could only be done tomorrow.

Xiao Cheng stood by the hospital bed: “Let’s all go eat first.”

They hadn’t had dinner yet and were starving. Qin Tang gently touched Yueyue’s face: “I’ll bring you something to eat later.”

Yueyue blinked and nodded: “Okay.”

Seeing her obediently listening, Qin Tang couldn’t help but say: “Once you feel better, I’ll take you out to play.”

Yueyue’s eyes lit up: “Can I?”

She had grown up in the mountains of Yangquan, never having had the chance to even visit the county seat, let alone the provincial capital.

Qin Tang smiled: “Of course you can.”

Yueyue was overjoyed, feeling that being hit on the head was totally worth it. She had thought her head hurt before, but now it didn’t hurt at all!

...

Jiang Chuan and Lü An’s transport company wasn’t far from Yizhan. They only had five trucks in total, three of which were out of town, and there was only one truck parked in the yard. Lü An was leaning against the truck smoking, and the driver who had crashed the truck was sitting on the ground with a dejected expression.

When Lü An saw Jiang Chuan, he hurried over: “Jiang Bro, you’re back.”

The truck driver stood up, his eyes regaining some life. He anxiously said: “Boss, what do we do now... the little boss said that car is a luxury car, even changing the bumper will cost 300,000. I don’t even have 30,000! I can’t even pay 3,000 if I die!”

The driver spoke with tears in his eyes. Jiang Chuan patted his shoulder: “Old Chen, don’t panic. I’ll figure it out.”

He walked into the right side of the bungalow.

Lü An threw away his cigarette butt and patted the driver’s shoulder before following him inside.

After closing the door, Jiang Chuan asked: “How much damage?”

Lü An replied: “It’s not just the bumper that’s damaged, the headlights are broken too. Altogether, the repair costs are nearly a million.”

Jiang Chuan frowned deeply. They definitely couldn’t afford that much money. “Is there any surveillance footage? Whose fault is it?”

Lü An became angry when he mentioned this: “There’s no surveillance. Old Chen says the other car suddenly changed lanes and seemed to slow down. He didn’t have time to brake and crashed into the car’s rear. Damn it! They must be looking to get him killed!”

“Suddenly changed lanes, and slowed down?”

“Yeah.”

Jiang Chuan lit a cigarette and blew out a few puffs of smoke, thinking deeply. After a while, he spoke: “Who’s the car owner?”

Lü An said: “We don’t know. The driver was the only one there. The car owner wasn’t present. From the driver’s accent, he’s not local. Since there’s no footage, we can’t say for sure whose fault it is. The driver insists that it’s Old Chen’s responsibility. Old Chen is an honest man, always cautious and careful when driving. He wouldn’t lie.”

Jiang Chuan: “The car owner didn’t show up?”

Lü An: “No. His lawyer came.”

Jiang Chuan took another drag from his cigarette, then asked: “What’s the outcome?”

Lü An became even angrier: “The other party insists that Old Chen is fully responsible, and the traffic police also ruled that it’s Old Chen’s fault. The traffic police must have been bribed. Damn bullies!”

Jiang Chuan didn’t say anything, and Lü An calmed down as well.

After a while, Lü An said, “I don’t think it’s that simple. If it’s Zhao Qianhe, he just got out of prison... he shouldn’t have such power. A seven-million-yuan Rolls-Royce? How could he afford that?”

Jiang Chuan threw away his cigarette butt: “He can’t, but Jiang Kun can.”

Lü An was stunned: “Jiang Kun? Does Zhao Qianhe have connections with Jiang Kun?”

Jiang Chuan smirked mockingly: “Cao Sheng said he saw them.”

Lü An paused for two seconds: “Damn!”

“Tomorrow, you come with me to talk to the car owner. We can pay, but it can’t be all our responsibility,” Jiang Chuan said, heading for the door. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

The two of them walked out and found that Old Chen was still waiting outside.

Jiang Chuan walked over: “Go rest for now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Old Chen, with a face full of hardships, couldn’t sleep even if told to rest. With debts amounting to hundreds of thousands, even if Jiang Chuan was willing to help, there wasn’t much he could do. Old Chen wouldn’t make that much even after a lifetime of work, and he still had a family to support.

But he had no choice but to listen to Jiang Chuan, rubbing his hands together: “Okay.”

...

The red jeep entered the yard, and everyone in the house rushed out.

Xiao Cheng anxiously asked: “Brother, what happened? I heard we have to pay tens of thousands!”

Jiang Chuan slammed the car door and glanced at the people gathered around. Everyone was there except Qin Tang.

He asked: “Where’s Qin Tang?”

Xiao Cheng said: “Miss Qin went upstairs to rest.”

Jiang Chuan nodded, “You all should rest too.”

Xiao Cheng looked at him heading upstairs and went to ask Lü An: “Lü Ge, is it true?”

Lü An’s face was stern: “What do you think?”

Xiao Cheng and Ah Qi’s faces turned pale. Ah Qi asked: “What should we do?”

Lü An waved his hand irritably: “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Do we have food? I haven’t eaten yet! I’m starving!”

Sister Gui hurriedly said: “Yes, yes, I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.”

Xiao Cheng said: “Jiang Ge probably hasn’t eaten either, make him a bowl too.”

Sister Gui: “Alright.”

The people quickly went to the kitchen to get busy.

Jiang Chuan walked upstairs. He paused for a moment when he saw Qin Tang standing in the hallway. She must have just taken a shower, her wet hair hanging down to her waist. She was wearing a red dress, and she held a lit cigarette between her long, fair fingers. She wasn’t smoking but turned to look at him.

Qin Tang asked: “Did you run into trouble?”

Jiang Chuan didn’t deny it, answering coldly: “Mm.”

Qin Tang asked again: “Can it be resolved?”

Jiang Chuan smiled: “What if it can’t?”

Qin Tang flicked the ash off her cigarette and smiled slightly: “You can ask me for help.”

Jiang Chuan: “...”