Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

When Chen Guiyan woke up, Jiang Que was not at home. He thought he had gone out for a walk and would be back as usual. However, when it was time to get off work, the person who usually came to pick him up early was nowhere to be seen.

Chen Guiyan didn't want to think too much, but he had to.

I hid in the locker room and called several times but the call was always unreachable.

Most of the other coaches had left, but Chen Guiyan didn't even change his clothes. He sat on a chair, staring at his phone which couldn't be dialed, his frowning brows showing visible worry.

Chen Guiyan was silent for a long time, put down his phone and was about to change clothes, but as soon as he walked to the closet, his phone rang. Chen Guiyan quickly walked over and answered it immediately.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very noisy, and the signal was crackling, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if the connection would be lost in the next second due to unstable signal.

"Jiang Que!?" Chen Guiyan called softly, not knowing whether the other party heard him or not.

The signal on the other end of the phone was weak, and then I could hear the man's breathing as he was running, accompanied by the mountain breeze blowing into my ears through the phone, as if I was being kissed by a lover.

Jiang Que climbed up a small hill to find a place with better signal. He looked at the bustling racing point below the mountain. Young boys and girls were shouting and yelling, pushing the passionate atmosphere to a climax.

Jiang Que was a little tired from climbing the hill in one breath, panting slightly. He listened to the quiet voice on the phone and laughed slowly: "Wife, are you off work?"

Chen Guiyan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard his voice: "Where are you?"

Jiang Que looked at the former owner's friends waving at him from the hillside, and curled his lips: "Lianhuan Peak, there is a new racing point here, I'm coming over to help them."

"The signal is not very good in the mountains and I can't receive any messages. I thought you should be getting off work soon. I haven't finished my get off work here yet, so I may want you to go home first."

Hearing about the car race, Chen Guiyan frowned: "Mr. Jiang, don't you know how you died before? Do I need to remind you again? Who did you go with?"

Chen Guiyan became more and more annoyed as he spoke.

The signal from Jiang Que started to become unstable again. During the pause, Chen Guiyan heard two words: "Cousin."

Then, someone asked him, "Is justice delayed still justice?"

The roar of the racing car on the phone froze along with the signal, like fragments of time flowing backwards, piercing Chen Guiyan's heart. In an instant, he couldn't help but recall the past.

A violent father, a weak mother, a nasty uncle and him who lives in the sewer.

It seems like a lifetime ago compared to now.

Just because no one remembers him doesn't mean he doesn't exist.

Just because he can’t speak for himself doesn’t mean he doesn’t need justice.

It's just that justice is delayed.

But is justice delayed still justice?

The twenty-seven-year-old Chen Guiyan didn't know whether the thirteen-year-old Chen Guiyan needed justice or a result.

Because the real Chen Guiyan had died in the sewer.

The signal was cut off after Jiang Que finished speaking, and when Chen Guiyan called again, the service area was no longer available.

He had no choice but to grab a coat and rush to Lianhuan Peak.

All the contestants and spectators who want to enter the venue need to make an appointment in advance. When Chen Guiyan arrived, the other party let him in without saying a word, saying that Young Master Jiang had greeted him early in the morning.

Chen Guiyan was arranged to watch the real-time panoramic broadcast of the track on the rooftop.

Jiang Que had already entered the race and was now running his second lap. The co-pilot next to him was his cousin who served as the navigator.

From the aerial footage, you can see that my cousin is becoming increasingly agitated.

Perhaps knowing that he was watching, the calm and composed man in the driving seat, wearing a racing suit, arched his eyebrows towards the aerial camera hanging high in the sky not far away, as if he was looking directly into the eyes of Chen Guiyan in the camera.

The next second, the man did not turn the steering wheel when turning, and the car and he rushed down the mountain at high speed in a cloud of dust.

Chen Guiyan stared at the screen so tightly that he even stopped breathing.

My ears were buzzing and I could only hear the noisy cries for help.

The next second, he was forcibly pulled into the game and lost consciousness.