C14 She Just Fell Asleep

Zhai Yaotian sat alone until dawn. The glaring sunlight shone on his face through the window, stimulating his eyes.

His eyes moved. He took out his phone and dialed Jian Jia's number.

That woman actually dared not go home all night...

Zhai Yaotian was just about to get angry, but he recalled that he had misunderstood her, so he restrained his emotions.

As long as she came back, he would let bygones be bygones.

"Hello?" The call was picked up and a man's voice came from inside.

Zhai Yaotian frowned. It took him half a beat to recognize that it was Cheng Yu's voice.

Who was Cheng Yu?

Cheng Yu was a member of the club. He was Jian Jia's father's assistant. He was also an amateur racer.

Back then, Cheng Yu refused to let him be the captain of the Storm team, so he refused to participate.

"Jian Jia is with you, right?" Zhai Yaotian asked.

There was silence over the phone. After a while, Cheng Yu sneered. "Zhai Yaotian, what do you mean?"

"Ask her to come back. I will wait for her at home." Zhai Yaotian said calmly.

Cheng Yu smiled sarcastically. "She is already dead. Who are you putting on a show for?"

Zhai Yaotian curled his fingers and said in a deep voice, "Give her the phone and let her talk to me."

"Zhai Yaotian!" Cheng Yu lost control of his emotions. "She's already at the crematorium. She can't talk to you!"

Zhai Yaotian suddenly stood up from the sofa. His swift movements made him dizzy.

"She's not dead. Why did you send her to that place?" Zhai Yaotian asked in a trembling voice, but he did not have much strength.

No one answered him on the phone. Cheng Yu had already hung up the phone.

Zhai Yaotian panicked. His disguise for the whole night had fallen apart at this moment, and he was utterly defeated.

He hurried out of the door and drove towards the funeral home.

He drove all the way to the red light and drove at an extreme speed.

When he rushed over, Cheng Yu was carefully carrying a urn and putting it in the car.

"Cheng Yu, where did you hide Jian Jia?" Zhai Yaotian shouted.

The thin man turned around. The sadness on his face turned into anger.

He turned around and threw a punch at Zhai Yaotian, causing blood to ooze out of the man's mouth and nose.

"You still have the face to come here?" Cheng Yu said angrily.

"Jian Jia is my wife. You have no right to cremate her." Zhai Yaotian could not care less about wiping the blood off his face. His voice was filled with despair and pain.

His words made Cheng Yu even angrier.

"Uncle and Aunt asked me to take care of this matter. Don't you think your words are ridiculous and ridiculous when you admit that she is your wife?"

Cheng Yu swung his fist again, wanting to hit this unreasonable man.

However, Zhai Yaotian clenched his fist with a sorrowful expression. "She is not dead."

"Zhai Yaotian, do you think this is a game? You saw her die with your own eyes! " She is in this urn right now. What else do you want? "Why don't you even let a dead person go?" Cheng Yu roared.

Zhai Yaotian was shocked. His tall body was shaking uncontrollably.

"She just fell asleep. What right do you have to cremate her?" His voice was a little weak.

He hadn't had the chance to see her for the last time. He hadn't told her that he trusted her. He believed that she had never lied to him.

Cheng Yu looked at him with a cold smile. In a place like this, even if Zhai Yaotian did not admit that Jian Jia was dead, his actions were ridiculous.

"If you want to deceive yourself, please go somewhere else. Don't come and disgust Jian Jia." Cheng Yu said coldly.

He was about to get into the car when he suddenly remembered something. He took out a document envelope from the car. Inside the document envelope was a green divorce certificate.

"This is what Uncle Jian wanted me to give you. He wants me to tell you that the contract between Windstorm Fleet and Thunder Car Club has come to an end. " In the future, you and your convoy will have nothing to do with Jian family or Thunder Car Club. " Cheng Yu said.

After he finished speaking, he drove away and ignored the muddleheaded man.

Zhai Yaotian did not know how he left the funeral parlor and returned home.

Standing at the door of his house, he did not take out his keys.

Was that a dream?

Jian Jia would definitely wait for him at home. As long as he opened the door now, she would welcome him happily. Then she would help him put his slippers in place and look at him with a gentle smile.

Zhai Yaotian took a deep breath and pressed on the electronic door. Then he twisted the door handle.

He adjusted the expression on his face and squeezed out a faint smile.

The moment he pushed the door open and entered, for the first time in three years, he had a smile on his face.

"Jian Jia, I'm back." He said loudly.