The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 641 - 368

The two quickly boarded the train, where the business class seats were arranged in pairs and were quite spacious and quiet.

Perhaps because she hadn’t rested well the previous night, Wenyan suddenly felt unwell when the train started to accelerate, and after greeting Shen Jingcheng, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when a sudden burst of noise in the carriage woke her up.

Everyone seemed to be discussing something.

Wenyan found it peculiar since the passengers had been very quiet when they boarded the train—why had they all suddenly become so chatty?

Could it be that these people knew each other and were traveling together as a group?

Wenyan didn’t pry into other people’s business; moreover, she couldn’t fall asleep anymore, so she simply took out her mobile phone and started browsing short videos.

Upon opening the app, four out of the six recommended videos on the homepage were the same.

The thumbnails of these videos all featured cars speeding on a highway.

On closer examination, the captions were quite similar.

Things like "Cadillac chasing a bullet train," "Rolls-Royce chasing a bullet train at 300 km/h," "Which young miss is running away again, the tycoon is already pursuing her."

Initially uninterested, Wenyan intended to scroll past them.

But suddenly, she realized something.

The passengers in the carriage had become noisy, apparently discussing the scenery outside the window!

The highway in those videos was the same one visible through the train’s window.

And the speeding car was likely chasing the very bullet train she was aboard.

On the elevated rail tracks, her train zoomed along at a speed of 260 km/h.

On the highway below, the two racing cars captured by netizens were chasing the train at speeds over 200 km/h.

Curiosity piqued a little, Wenyan leaned toward the window for a better view.

On the high-speed emergency lane, a supercar as red as flames and a black business car were speeding along. From this elevated view, they looked like two fleeting shadows.

However, Wenyan and the netizens thought differently.

It wasn’t necessarily the case that these car owners were chasing their wives—why assume so?

They were speeding and using the emergency lane; let’s not blame it on women.

Maybe they had some emergency, or perhaps they were rushing to get reincarnated?

After only a few seconds of watching, Wenyan lost interest thinking about whether she should report it to the police.

But since people online had already reported it, she decided not to join in on the drama and instead continued browsing her phone.

However, as she continued, Wenyan started feeling something was off.

Why did those two cars look familiar?

She turned her head to look outside again.

The two vehicles were still maintaining their high-speed chase, showing no signs of stopping.

Suddenly, Wenyan recalled a detail.

She abruptly turned to look at Shen Jingcheng next to her.

Shen Jingcheng was also gazing out the window, his expression different from others watching the excitement—his brows were furrowed.

If others were watching a drama, he was worried.

"Why didn’t you answer Fourth Brother’s calls in the waiting hall earlier?" Wenyan asked Shen Jingcheng, dropping any formalities.

Hearing her accusation, Shen Jingcheng came back to reality.

He looked at Wenyan but remained silent.

Wenyan had no time for drawn-out conversations and directly asked, "Is the one driving outside Shen Jingchuan? Did you tell him about my situation in advance?"

Shen Jingcheng finally spoke up, "What if I said he has a telepathic connection with his twin brother?"

"So that car outside is his! Right?"

"Yes."

"Did you send him the high-speed train information?"

"Yes."

"He’s gone mad!"

Wenyan immediately opened her phone contacts, wanting to call Shen Jingchuan.

Although Shen Jingchuan’s name was right under her eyes, she scrolled past it several times because she was too anxious.

It wasn’t until Shen Jingcheng reminded her that Wenyan calmed down and scrolled back to find Shen Jingchuan’s name.

But when she pressed his name, the phone system prompted, "Please turn off airplane mode first." Only then did Wenyan remember that she had turned on airplane mode to avoid being disturbed in the car, and she had been using wireless WIFI to access the internet earlier.

No wonder she hadn’t received a call from Shen Jingchuan.

She hurriedly fiddled with her phone and immediately dialed the number, which was quickly answered.

Shen Jingchuan’s voice was urgent, "What the hell are you doing, Wenyan? Come back to me right now."

Wenyan didn’t bother being polite with this guy, "You idiot, slow down. Are you out of your mind?"

"You’re the one who’s out of your mind. You’re crazy. Who gave you permission to leave without saying anything? You’ve watched too many soap operas."

"Shut up, cut the crap! You know my destination. I’ll wait for you there."

"Get off the train! I don’t want you to go to the destination, I want you off the train!" Shen Jingchuan was almost screaming on the other end of the phone, "Get the fuck off, do you understand? Otherwise, I’ll keep chasing you, I’ll drive at 360 to catch up with you!"

"Meet me at the destination," Wenyan’s voice became calm, completely different from her earlier agitation, she was eerily calm now, "I’ll explain everything. If you don’t slow down now, I guarantee you will never see me for the last time. My word is my bond."

"You’re sick!"

"Who’s in the car behind you?"

"Big brother."

"Alright, I’ll have him slow down too. You slow down as well."

"Did you just block me?"

"No, it was airplane mode, I’ve turned it off. Listen to me, and you’ll be able to contact me, okay?"

"Fuck!"

"What does ’fuck’ mean?"

"I said okay! Isn’t that enough?"

"Mm."

Wenyan ended the call with Shen Jingchuan and then dialed Shen Jingxiu’s number.

This time, she spoke first without waiting for the other person to speak, "It’s big brother. Let’s talk. I’ll send you the address. Don’t joke with your life, that’s not how to drive a car."

Shen Jingxiu didn’t speak; all Wenyan could hear was heavy breathing on the other end of the phone and the sound of a black van slowing down on the freeway.

After a long while, she finally heard Shen Jingxiu’s voice over the phone.

"Don’t go, please."

His voice was very low, as if deliberately suppressed.

At this, Wenyan’s eyes welled up. frёewebnoѵēl.com

She took a deep breath, still resolute, "Big brother, let’s talk when we meet."

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Ten hours later, a Jeep stopped at a fork in the road on the prairie.

The door opened, and Wenyan got out with a self-heating hot pot.

As she looked around for a place, she mused, "It’s a pity not to eat snail noodles in such a vast place. Why don’t these businesses make self-heating snail noodles? They’re missing out on a huge market."

Shen Jingcheng walked over slowly with two bottles of water, "Stay, and I’ll invest the money to make factories produce it."