Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir Chapter 83 - 62: Rescuing People

"My God," the moment the housekeeper saw the person in the number 66 racing suit fall off the cliff, he was pletely stunned. "That’s the Young Master!"

The next second, seeing Shu Wan beside him jumping off the cliff without hesitation to follow the racer, the housekeeper screamed, "Oh my God! Young Madam!"

The housekeeper was so frightened that his legs went weak; he scrambled and crawled to the edge of the cliff to look.

But the cliff was bottomless on this side, and it was night; apart from seeing a dark void, he couldn’t see anything else.

The housekeeper took out his cell phone in a panic and started calling for help, and just then, the head of the club arrived with others. "The Fu Family’s Young Master fell down?!"

"Not just our Young Master, our Young Madam too." The housekeeper felt a chill in his limbs just saying these words.

This is bad. If something happened to Shu Wan and Fu Yang, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough to pensate.

Hearing what the housekeeper said, the head also started to panic, "Send someone down to check!"

"President Liu, this is a deep cliff; without a helicopter, it’s hard to get down. It’s strange, there was a fence here before, but it was removed for repairs these past few days."

"Oh my dear Young Master!" The housekeeper could hardly stand up on hearing there was no helicopter available, "Young Master, if something happens to you, how am I supposed to go on?"

"What’s all this howling?" Behind the crowd, suddenly Fu Yang’s impatient voice rang out, "Why the wailing?"

The housekeeper turned around in surprise, his face still wet with tears.

And there, striding towards him in a jacket, was none other than Fu Yang.

Then who was the one who fell?

The housekeeper’s voice trembled slightly, "Who’s the person wearing the number 66 racing suit?"

"Some guy insisted on wearing my racing suit, so I let him wear it. So what?" Fu Yang arrived late and only saw the wrecked motorcycle; he didn’t know someone had fallen.

"That man fell down; Young Madam thought it was you and jumped down after him!"

"What?" Fu Yang’s expression changed slightly; he strode to the edge of the cliff; apart from darkness, he couldn’t see anything. "Is she an idiot? Jumping without even looking?"

"The person was wearing the number 66 racing suit." The housekeeper was almost crying, "If it hadn’t been thought you were the Young Master, Young Madam wouldn’t have jumped."

Fu Yang frowned deeply, "Do I need her to save me? Presumptuous."

Though he said this, Fu Yang rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb down.

The housekeeper quickly grabbed Fu Yang’s arm, "Young Master, you can’t have another accident; our people will be here within three minutes. Please e up."

Fu Yang turned on his phone’s flashlight, grabbing onto a tree by the cliff edge, "I get it, I’ll just check the situation."

Talking this over, Fu Yang shone the flashlight into the dark. When he looked, his expression suddenly became grave; about three meters from the edge of the cliff, Shu Wan was tightly clinging to a rock, and on her left hand, she was holding onto the man who had just fallen, who seemed to be unconscious.

Noticing the light, Shu Wan looked up, "Fu Yang, get someone to bring a rope here; I’m losing strength."

"Hurry and get a rope!" Fu Yang shouted upwards to the onlookers.

There was a rope in the Fu family’s car; the housekeeper and driver quickly made a knot and handed it to Fu Yang.

Fu Yang, clenching the phone with his teeth, threw the rope towards Shu Wan. "Hold on, I’ll pull you up."