Chapter 81: How Could This Be Possible

The dump truck driver had no idea what was happening with He Haoxuan, nor did he care. All he needed to do was keep driving straight ahead; after all, He Haoxuan couldn't escape—he would either plunge into the river or be run over.

Exhaling, the driver pressed harder on the accelerator, sending the dump truck hurtling toward the BMW. Closer and closer, he estimated that in just a moment, the BMW would be reduced to scrap metal.

But just as disaster seemed inevitable, the BMW suddenly shot forward as if jolted by an electric current. It didn't get far before the looming long-haul truck blocked its path, and then, in a maneuver almost beyond imagination, the BMW pulled off a breathtaking drift.

The dump truck driver blinked, startled—the BMW's nose had already turned around.

"How is that possible?" he shouted.

Time was short, and he couldn't afford to think any further. He simply aimed his dump truck toward the BMW again. Even if He Haoxuan had some skill and could drift the car, what difference did it make? He would still crush him.

The driver floored the gas pedal, charging at the BMW. The three-lane road was narrow; as long as he occupied the center, it didn't matter if the BMW veered left or right—there would be no escape.

"He Haoxuan, die!" the driver roared.

The BMW remained on the far right lane. At this point, if He Haoxuan tried to jump into the river, he would be doomed anyway. They were so close now—did He Haoxuan even have the chance to jump?

He Haoxuan stared at the oncoming dump truck, his face set with murderous intent. This was the car he had bought for Li Qingying; there was no way he would abandon it. Did they really think his death would come so easily?

Just as the dump truck was about to collide with the BMW, the BMW moved again. He Haoxuan had kept his foot on the gas and the handbrake engaged, the car poised for a sudden burst of power. Releasing the handbrake and flooring the accelerator happened simultaneously; the BMW twisted and weaved nimbly, squeezing past the dump truck, practically brushing by it, and then shot ahead.

To the dump truck driver, it was like watching a movie—the BMW seemed possessed, maneuvering with supernatural skill.

"No!" the driver gasped, snapping back to reality, only to realize his dump truck was veering to the right.

If he kept going, he would crash through the bridge railing and plunge into the river below. In a vehicle like this, survival was impossible.

Knowing he was about to crash, the driver had strapped himself tightly with the seatbelt. Now, in a panic, he fumbled to unbuckle it, but before he could, the dump truck smashed through the bridge rail and went over the side.

A scream echoed from below. Moments later, a heavy splash resounded, followed by silence.

He Haoxuan turned his car around and returned to the long-haul truck, checking it over. No one was there. He released the truck’s handbrake, letting it slowly roll away from the scene.

He knew Fang Yongsheng and his people were not professional investigators; they would never uncover the mastermind behind this. Besides, it was late, and he worried that Li Qingying would wake and become anxious if she found him missing from the Li house. So, he thought it best not to linger and headed directly home.

When the BMW stopped in front of the Li house and He Haoxuan got out, the first-floor living room light flicked on. The front door opened, revealing Song Li’s furious face. “He Haoxuan, how dare you take our BMW X7 out?”

“Mom, don’t be angry. I—I told him to take it,” Li Qingying’s voice called from the third-floor window.

The Li family now owned two BMW X7s, and Song Li was so excited she couldn’t sleep. She’d gotten up in the night to use the bathroom and, while she was at it, peeked from the second floor to make sure both cars were still there.

But what she saw gave her a fright—one of the BMW X7s was gone.

Thinking someone had stolen their car, Song Li immediately woke Li Qingying. When Li Qingying realized He Haoxuan was not in the house, she guessed he had taken the car and took responsibility, claiming she had sent him on an errand.

Still, Song Li was not reassured. When the BMW had yet to return by the early hours, she sat in the first-floor living room to wait.

Now, as soon as He Haoxuan returned, Song Li burst out, scolding him.

He Haoxuan was puzzled by Li Qingying’s defense of him. When had she become so considerate toward him?

“Wife, it’s the middle of the night. Stop scolding him and go to bed. You can yell at him in the morning,” Li Dong called from the second-floor window. He, too, had been unable to sleep.

Song Li, restless and anxious about He Haoxuan’s absence, kept moving between the second-floor bedroom and the first floor, making it impossible for Li Dong to rest.

Shaking her head, Song Li insisted, “No, I need to check the BMW X7 for damage. If there’s so much as a scratch, He Haoxuan will answer for it.”

She immediately opened the garage, took a flashlight in each hand, and inspected the BMW X7 carefully. What she saw made her so angry her nose nearly twisted out of shape.

The car’s left side was scratched up terribly, as if someone had deliberately scraped something along it. “He Haoxuan, you good-for-nothing! Do you even know how to drive?”

“Mom, I can drive. I’m actually very skilled,” He Haoxuan replied with a smile. If not for his skill, he would have died tonight.

“You call this skillful? Look at the state of the car!” Song Li was beside herself with rage. She’d thought the family was finally doing well, with her daughter buying two BMW X7s at once.

But she hadn’t expected to crash the first herself, and now the second had been damaged by He Haoxuan.

If she crashed it, that was one thing, but how could He Haoxuan do this?

“Mom, don’t make a fuss. The car’s insured. We’ll take it for repairs tomorrow,” Li Qingying called anxiously from upstairs.

“No, Qingying. Tonight, I’m going to teach that useless He Haoxuan a lesson. He’ll spend the night at the door as punishment,” Song Li declared, snatching the car keys from He Haoxuan and locking the front door behind her.

Li Qingying was worried. “Mom, let him in to rest. The weather’s getting cold; if he spends the night outside, he’ll get sick.”

But Song Li ignored her, turned off the downstairs lights, and went upstairs to bed.

Li Qingying went to her bedside, put on a jacket, and was just about to leave the room when she heard He Haoxuan’s voice outside the window: “Wife, where are you going? I’m afraid of sleeping alone.”

Startled, Li Qingying turned to find He Haoxuan sitting by the window where she’d just been standing, astonished. “How did you get up to the third floor?”

“I don’t know either. I was downstairs thinking about my dear wife, and the next thing I knew, I was at your window on the third floor. Wife, you’re amazing—just thinking of you fills me with strength. I could split mountains and punch out a hundred beauties!”

“Nonsense.” Li Qingying rolled her eyes at He Haoxuan’s playful boasting, unable to suppress a smile.