One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Youyou was protected in his brother's arms so he could not see the fierce car chase happening behind; however, he could hear the roaring car engines.

Pong!

Lisa was about to fire a shot when a bullet flew in and broke the car window at the back.

With a cracking sound, the glass broke and debris flew onto Mu Yichen.

A piece of glass cut his neck, leaving a bloody trail.

The boy unconsciously hugged his younger brother tighter in his arms.

"Brother…"

Worried, the latter tugged at his shirt. He gave him a comforting smile as he caressed his nape. "Don't be scared; I'm not letting anything happen to you!"

"Mm." The younger one hummed in acknowledgement yet still sounded uneasy and even slightly awkward; finally, he forced these words heavily out of his mouth with a frown: "Stupid brother… I don't want anything to happen to you, too!"

This nearly melted the older boy's heart and he replied with an unconscious smile, "Nothing will happen to me."

The girl was still searching for a chance to retaliate; unfortunately, another row of bullets peppered the vehicle as they rounded a sharp bend.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bullets pierced through the glass—ping, ping, ping!

With a pong, one bullet pierced through the driver's head.

The blood from him splattered on Little Yichen. He looked up with a start, only to see the driver's lukewarm body fall on the steering wheel with a violent spasm after his head was blown up. Death was instant and it was a gory sight to behold.

The car lost control and almost swerved off the cliff.

The personal bodyguard plunged forward and held onto the steering wheel as she pushed the corpse aside. Thankfully, the car managed to stay on course.

However, the dead driver's foot was still on the accelerator pedal.

The younger twin wanted to look up but was stopped by his brother. "Youyou, don't look."

"Huh?"

What happened?

What made this typically cool and collected brother of his speak to him with a hint of fear and quiver?

The girl knelt with one knee on the driver's seat as she carefully steered the car away from the showering bullets. As she held the steering wheel, she asked without turning her head, "You, can you drive?"

The older twin frowned. "Who?"

She turned an emotionless face to him. "You."

"I can drive."

"Come over!"

She kicked open the car door and pushed the corpse out of the moving vehicle.

He carried his younger brother to one side and reminded, "Don't move from your seat, understand? Don't look up; there are bullets flying from behind, and be careful not to get hurt!"

"Okay."

"Listen and be good!"

After saying that, he deftly moved to the driver's seat. With the corpse out of the way, he shut the car door, adjusted the seat, and almost immediately stepped on the accelerator to increase the clutch.

His driving skill was only average. He had a few opportunities to try out the steering wheel and managed to keep the car steady when he drove for the first time a year ago.

Even his driving coach praised him for his flair.

Driving the car now was no foreign experience to him since this was not his first time.

The girl told him. "Floor it!"

"All right!"

As he increased the clutch, he tried to maintain a low posture as much as possible to avoid the shower of bullets from behind.

Using the car seat as protection, the girl steadied herself with one knee on the car cushion. One of her hands gripped the inside of the car while the other clutched her gun. The next bend would be her opportunity!

"There's a sharp turn ahead; be careful!"

"Mm!"