The Young Matriarch
Chapter 722 - Chapter 722 Chapter 722 Has Tong Qingyan Breathed Her Last

Chapter 722: Chapter 722: Has Tong Qingyan Breathed Her Last? Chapter 722: Chapter 722: Has Tong Qingyan Breathed Her Last? [??? Are you kidding me? The person didn’t fly, but the car did? Is the blogger an S or treating us like the S here? Have you ever studied high school physics?]

[Everyone, disperse. The video is definitely Photoshopped. Blogger, take care. It’s not wise to spoof the Immortal Teacher; I’m waiting for your account to be banned.]

Brother Daipai looked over at Bai Chuwei not far away; she was perfectly fine.

[Brother Daipai: It’s true, I’m at the scene, a lot of people saw it.]

Bai Chuwei gently twisted her neck and said to the parking valet, who was already scared silly, “What are you dazing out for, call an ambulance.”

The valet’s heart skipped a beat, and he anxiously asked, “Is Miss Bai not feeling well?”

Bai Chuwei looked at the valet like he was an idiot, “It’s for the driver! Can’t you see he’s about to kick the bucket?”

The driver was both miserable and innocent, having been pitifully trapped in this mess.

Valet: “…”

It’s really miraculous; in a car accident, we don’t save the one hit but the perpetrator…

All those years of high school physics were really for naught.

Just then, a sleek black sedan drove out of the underground parking lot. Bai Chuwei walked over to the car and sat in the passenger seat as if nothing had happened.

Everyone: “…”

She really had no problems; she even walked quite well.

Duan Feihan rested one hand on the steering wheel, his piercing gaze swiftly scanning the surroundings, “What happened?”

Bai Chuwei didn’t care, “Nothing, just a jumping clown. Let’s go.”

Duan Feihan glanced sideways and had a rough idea of what had occurred. His slender fingers pressed a button on the car’s phone, instructing his assistant to go downstairs to deal with the aftermath of the accident.

With a press of the accelerator, Duan Feihan drove off, leaving behind a crowd of onlookers in disarray…

Damn it, so it turns out that only outsiders like us were worried and anxious, meanwhile, they themselves are not worried at all and even casually drove away?

Brother Daipai’s Weibo received a lot of verifications, with people from the scene continuously uploading photos of the aftermath, stunning the onlookers online.

[Damn, mechanical experts, bow down to her.]

[I have my doubts; maybe the Immortal Teacher is a cultivator. Wasn’t there a guess that she stole Emperor Qin Shihuang’s Immortality Elixir? That’s why she’s become the Time Management Master.]

[I must ask… Is that driver okay? He looks so pitiful; this seems worse than hitting a wall.]

[…]

The official explanation couldn’t clarify such a bizarre scene, and they promptly removed all videos of the incident.

*

In the biting cold wind of the Imperial Capital, Xu Xingchen walked along a line of withered trees with Tong Qingyan, just like any ordinary couple strolling along.

Seeing Tong Qingyan shiver from the cold, Xu Xingchen took off his deep blue scarf, warmed by his own body heat, with understanding and care.

He stood in front of Tong Qingyan, wrapped the scarf around her neck, creating a somewhat intimate atmosphere.

Xu Xingchen noticed that Tong Qingyan’s face, which had been a bit pale from the cold, suddenly turned red. He hooked a smile on his lips, “Qing…”

“Pfft—-”

Xu Xingchen had barely spoken when Tong Qingyan felt a sweetness in her throat and couldn’t hold back any longer, spewing a mouthful of hot blood on Xu Xingchen’s face!

The blood ran down Xu Xingchen’s face, soaking his white down jacket.

Tong Qingyan felt a sharp pain inside her body; her eyelids fluttered and she could no longer hold on, collapsing softly to the hard ground…

Xu Xingchen was shocked, and he cried out, “Qingyan! Tong Qingyan, what’s wrong with you?”

No matter how Xu Xingchen called Tong Qingyan’s name, she gave no response.

Xu Xingchen’s heart was in chaos, his fingers trembling as he reached for Tong Qingyan’s breath–

No, no breath?