Jiang Chuan just ntioned that he least liked this pastry, but his mother often made it for him.
Jiang Chuan especially liked eating this sweet pastry when having fish.
However, no one knew why Jiang Chuan ordered this pastry at this ti. Was it just to eat it?
No!
Jiang Chuan rembered his mother. When he was very young, his father died in a car accident. And as for his mother, on the night she made his final al of sweet pastry with pickled cabbage fish, she also left him forever.
Jiang Chuan could never forget that day—a great fire consud his ho. Amidst the fiery glow, eight-year-old Jiang Chuan held a blanket and cried in terror.
At that mont, he was already surrounded by the roaring flas.
"My child, my child!"
At that critical mont, his mother braved the fire to rush in, holding him tightly and charging outwards.
His mother protected the young Jiang Chuan with her body, letting the burning flas scorch her.
Finally, she brought Jiang Chuan to safety.
But just as she managed to get Jiang Chuan out, a burnt beam fell and struck her directly on the head.
The eight-year-old Jiang Chuan thus beca an orphan.
Later, Jiang Chuan went back to the countryside with his grandfather, and as he grew up, he never again tasted that sweet pastry.
Until today, when Jiang Chuan saw the pickled cabbage fish, he couldn't help but think of that sweet pastry.
So, what he ate wasn't the pastry, but the deep longing for his mother.
But who would understand this?
Qiu Qianyu didn't understand!
Jiang Xiaoru was full of disdain!
In her eyes, Jiang Chuan was just an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Dining at a five-star hotel and still wanting to eat sweet pastries—how laughable!
But the sentint behind it, they couldn't understand.
Each person tasted sothing different during this al.
Qiu Qianyu loved eating fish, Jiang Xiaoru was also quite satisfied, but only Jiang Chuan tasted a mix of feelings.
Perhaps it is ti to go back for a visit, Jiang Chuan pondered.
After eating, the three rested briefly before naturally leaving.
Before long, the three of them left the hotel and arrived at the parking lot.
Jiang Chuan got into the driver's seat, inserted the key, and started the engine.
But at that mont, Jiang Chuan's ears twitched slightly, and his gaze narrowed.
At ten o'clock, eight and a half ters away, a black Passat.
At one o'clock, ten ters away, a white van.
There was sothing off about these two cars. With just a brief glance, Jiang Chuan noticed sothing was wrong.
However, Jiang Chuan kept silent and nonchalantly drove the van out of the parking lot.
While observing keenly, sure enough, the white van followed out, maintaining a not too far nor too near distance from Jiang Chuan's car.
As for the Passat, it didn't follow, seemingly unrelated to the white van.
But Jiang Chuan thought otherwise.
Jiang Chuan continued to watch through the rearview mirror, calmly driving at a steady speed, trying to figure out the intentions of the tailing car.
As Jiang Chuan's car passed the overpass, the traffic increased noticeably.
The van behind appeared anxious, overtaking several cars in a rush to catch up with Jiang Chuan's vehicle.
Inside the car, Jiang Xiaoru and Qiu Qianyu chatted incessantly. When girls get together, there's never a shortage of topics.
Soon enough, Jiang Xiaoru's brows furrowed, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.
"Hmph, trying to play the tracking ga with , Jiang Xiaoru, you're not there yet!"
"What's wrong?"
Qiu Qianyu was slightly startled and quickly asked.
Jiang Xiaoru briefly glanced at the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Nothing, just a van that's been following us."
"Ah!"
Qiu Qianyu gasped in fright, hurriedly covering her mouth, looking tensely toward the back.
Indeed, she saw that van, like a phantom, closely tailing them.
No matter if they accelerated, decelerated, or made turns, that van relentlessly pursued, clinging tightly.
"Who…who exactly are they? What do they want?"
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