Arong's gaze turned cold, and he quickened his pace, his grip tightening. Reaching the roadside, he made to shove Xia Qingtian into the car.
In a flash, a sizzling, deep-fried cheese hot dog stick, still scalding hot, flew in from the side and landed directly on Arong's hand. He gasped in pain, shaking his hand. Frowning, he turned to see who it was, only to find a steaming bamboo skewer thrust towards his eyes, mere half a centimeter from his eyeball.
"Wen Jiu!" Xia Qingtian's eyes lit up as she saw the newcomer, immediately ducking behind Wen Jiu.
"So hot, so hot..." Wen Jiu mumbled, a depleted deep-fried cheese hot dog stick in his mouth, his hand holding the skewer remarkably steady.
Such swift skills!
The moment Arong realized what was happening, cold sweat broke out on his brow.
"In broad daylight, kidnapping a defenseless girl!"
"Wen Jiu, why don't you just eat it first? Or spit it out?" Xia Qingtian couldn't help but remind him, noticing his slurred speech.
Wen Jiu shot Xia Qingtian an annoyed glance. He withdrew the skewer he was using to warn Arong, then clamped the scalding piece of deep-fried cheese hot dog stick between his teeth. Taking a sharp breath, he said irritably, "How can I throw away something I paid for!"
"Then don't throw it, don't throw it." Xia Qingtian reached out and fanned the air in front of Wen Jiu's mouth. "Is it very hot?"
"Of course!" Wen Jiu glared at Xia Qingtian, then turned his gaze back to Arong. "In broad daylight, abducting a civilian woman? Huh?"
"Mind your own business," Arong knew Wen Jiu was skilled and didn't want trouble. He merely warned, "Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? You've got guts, daring to provoke the Wen family." Wen Jiu chuckled. Such a reckless fool was a rare sight these days.
"Wen Jiu, he's Arong, from Tang Jiaming Zhu's side," Xia Qingtian whispered beside Wen Jiu. "He's very skilled, and might even know poison. Be careful."
"I wondered whose dog it was, barking so boldly. Turns out it's from the Tang family?" Wen Jiu laughed. "The patriarchs of the Miao and Tang families don't dare to be arrogant in front of my Wen family. Your family's dogs are quite spirited. Come on, bark a couple more times for me to hear. If no one from your Tang family's pharmaceutical company is investigated tomorrow, I'll admit defeat!"
Hearing Wen Jiu's words, Arong's brow furrowed. He knew the Wen family was not to be trifled with lightly; they were a powerful family that still held considerable influence in the current era!
"This time, you're lucky," Arong's gaze shifted past Wen Jiu to Xia Qingtian. "Next time, you won't be so fortunate."
With that, Arong got into Song Junhan's car.
Song Junhan had been feeling smug, but with the sudden appearance of such a skilled individual who seemed to have a formidable background, he immediately shrunk back into the car, not daring to breathe, lest he too be targeted.
Only after Arong got into the car did he inwardly blame Arong for not being cleaner and more decisive. If he had just killed Xia Qingtian from the start, wouldn't everything be resolved?
Now look at this!
A cooked duck was about to fly away!
Useless!
Damn Xia Qingtian, her luck was truly exceptional!
Damn it!
Seeing Arong get into the car, Xia Qingtian turned her beautiful eyes and called out, "Arong!"
Arong shot Xia Qingtian a sideways glance.
"Ah Hu isn't dead. I saw him just two days ago, right here in the capital!" Xia Qingtian said to Arong.
"Cunning Miao people," Arong scoffed.
"Who I am, ask that coward by your side who wet his pants. He knows better than you!" Xia Qingtian snorted. "I'll wait for you to find me!"
If Arong wasn't the one who harmed Da Ya, then as long as Arong wanted to find Da Ya's whereabouts, a little investigation would lead him to her.
At that time, Xia Qingtian believed she could uncover many things.
The car drove off. Arong, sitting inside, looked at Xia Qingtian, his eyes filled with confusion and indecision.
Meanwhile, Song Junhan, who was beside him, finally began to speak indignantly, "You had her caught, how could you let her just escape like that?"
"She didn't escape, she's still standing there. If you want to catch her, I won't stop you," Arong said, coldly glancing at Song Junhan, his eyes filled with disdain.
"I..." Song Junhan choked, then couldn't help but add, "That Xia Qingtian is cunning, deceitful, sinister, and ruthless. Don't believe her words!"
"Xia Qingtian?" Arong murmured her name. "Her surname isn't Miao?"
"She also lied to you that her surname is Miao?" Song Junhan had only seen Arong and Xia Qingtian talking earlier, but didn't know exactly what they had discussed. He then sneered as if he had found Xia Qingtian's weak spot. "This is how she is, always lying! Her surname is Xia, not Miao at all! There's no one with the surname Miao in her family! She'll do anything to achieve her goals! She's full of lies! You absolutely cannot be fooled by her!"
Arong's gaze flickered, but he didn't respond. He recalled Xia Qingtian's later words to him. Then, remembering Song Junhan's spineless, cowardly demeanor, he felt that the phrase "coward who wet his pants" described him quite accurately.
Arong couldn't help but let out a contemptuous scoff.
Song Junhan, mistaking Arong's disdain for Xia Qingtian's character as shared sentiment, proceeded to spout more nonsense.
Arong let Song Junhan's words go in one ear and out the other, instead pondering Xia Qingtian's statement about Ah Hu not being dead.
Was Xia Qingtian lying to him, or...
Arong's brow furrowed. It seemed he had many things to investigate.
On the other side, Xia Qingtian sighed, watching the car drive away from her position.
"What are you sighing about? Mourning my deep-fried cheese hot dog stick?" Wen Jiu said, gently pecking at his fingertip. "You wasted one saving me, and the other one was so hot I didn't even taste it. You owe me!"
"Okay..." Xia Qingtian could only smile and agree. "I'll buy you ten!"
At a crucial moment, Wen Jiu was much more reliable than the dog system!
"Are you feeding a pig? Why would I want ten?" Wen Jiu's lips twitched.
"Then how many do you want?" Xia Qingtian asked.
"Eight," Wen Jiu made a gesture with his hand.
"..." Xia Qingtian was speechless. Did it make that much difference?
Regardless, Xia Qingtian bought Wen Jiu eight deep-fried cheese hot dog sticks. Seeing Wen Jiu return to the Xia family with her, Xia Qingtian initially thought Wen Jiu was escorting her home out of concern for her safety.
But when Wen Jiu had afternoon tea and dinner at the Xia residence and still showed no sign of leaving, Xia Qingtian became somewhat bewildered.
At this point, Xia Honglang chuckled and said, "Qingtian, Miss Wen is here specifically to protect you at my invitation. You two should get along well."
"Yeah~" Wen Jiu grinned, leaning on the sofa and smiling at Xia Qingtian, giving her a peace sign.
"?!" Xia Qingtian gasped, then inwardly marveled: Even Dad is more reliable than the system!
System: You've got it! Smash—