In the subsequent discussion, no one mentioned Jiang Cheng's name directly, nor did anyone cheer "awesome" anymore.
The group chat fell into a strange, restrained silence, occasionally punctuated by a few lines of politically correct, safe nonsense like "traffic accidents are too terrifying" and "one must drive safely."
It was as if the satisfying face-slapping from before and the subsequent clearing of the scene had never happened.
This silence and sudden shift in topic were more powerful than any direct exclamation or speculation.
It clearly conveyed a message: everyone had seen the news, and everyone had instantly connected the dots.
Yet, everyone tacitly chose to keep quiet, collectively maintaining a facade of "accident" in an almost performative manner.
Seeing the two of them like this, Fu Yang, who was nearby, also became a bit nervous because of them.
"What's going on? What's with you two?"
Shen An didn't speak; he handed Jiang Xin's phone to Fu Yang.
Taking it and looking, he saw that the group was the SSCC supercar group.
The person sending the message sounded agitated: "Holy crap! A major car accident just happened on the Kyoto City Orbital Expressway! Several supercars crashed together! The scene is horrific!"
Seeing this, Fu Yang frowned and casually clicked on the video below.
The video footage was shaky, clearly filmed in a hurry with a mobile phone.
The accident scene was a mess, with several brightly colored sports cars twisted and crashed together.
Parts were scattered all over the ground.
And when the camera panned over one of the porsche 911s that was nearly totaled, Fu Yang's pupils suddenly constricted!
He jerked upright, nearly pulling out the IV needle in his hand, and hissed under his breath, "Holy shit!"
That 911's license plate... he wouldn't forget it even if he died.
Wasn't this the car belonging to Jerry, the culprit who had caused his head to be split open??
The series of commotions made Shen Shuang and Xu Yan, who were nearby, unable to hold back any longer: "What's going on??"
Fu Yang didn't say anything; he just turned pale and thrust the phone screen in front of them, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed at the license plate.
"Look... look at this! Isn't this Jerry's car?? This accident is pretty serious..."
Although Fu Yang didn't state it explicitly, his meaning was crystal clear.
If it were a single vehicle losing control, it might be an accident.
But a multi-car pile-up.
Especially right after Jerry had offended someone, on a road he was bound to take...
...this coincidence was so precise it sent chills down one's spine.
After he said this, Shen Shuang and Xu Yan looked again, their faces pale.
"Could this be the legendary... Final Destination..."
Shen Shuang didn't answer immediately; her gaze moved from Fu Yang's suspicious face to Xu Yan's pale face, and finally back to the twisted scrap metal on the phone screen.
"The video shows it's crashed like this, and it's on the highway, so they wouldn't..."
Jiang Xin continued: "Keep scrolling down. I heard it was two large trucks, one in front and one behind... several people are already gone on the spot..."
Jiang Xin, after all, had experienced Jiang Cheng's handling of Lin Yao.
Although Jiang Cheng hadn't personally done anything in Lin Yao's case.
But by then, in the SSCC club, everyone had long since tacitly assumed that he was the one who did it.
At this moment, several people present once again realized Jiang Cheng's "arrogance" and became even more curious about what terrifying power was hidden behind him.
They looked at each other, and no one spoke again.
However, everyone saw extreme shock in each other's eyes, along with an indescribable realization mixed with fear.
A silent consensus filled the air.
Jerry's car accident was definitely not a coincidence.
He had provoked someone he absolutely shouldn't have and quickly paid a horrific price through a "reasonable" traffic accident.
In the end, Xu Yan couldn't resist and sent a message to Jiang Churan.
Xu Yan originally wanted to tell Jiang Churan about this, but she was afraid Jiang Cheng might be nearby and see the message.
She typed and deleted the wechat message over and over again.
Finally, she only sent one sentence: "What are you doing??"
At this moment, Jiang Churan felt as if she had been beaten all over.
Although dancing practice was usually hard work, this kind of thing was beautiful while experiencing it, but afterwards, only soreness remained.
However, because she had surrendered the "trump card" she had cherished for many years, she didn't feel victorious at this moment.
Instead, she felt she had one less trump card and became a bit more pleasing toward Jiang Cheng in this regard.
So, when Jiang Cheng made certain requests, Jiang Churan did not refuse.
Instead, she sensibly knelt by the sofa and began to carefully peel away the covering from his body.
Halfway through, she saw Xu Yan's message pop up on the phone on the table.
Hesitating, she feared that if she didn't reply, Xu Yan would call and disturb the two of them.
So, Chu Ran stopped her hands from pulling down his pants, picked up the phone, and replied: "The secrets of heaven must not be revealed."
Whether it was fitting for the occasion or a typo, the word for "Heaven" was directly typed as "Lick."
Although Jiang Churan saw it, she figured Xu Yan definitely wouldn't understand.
To avoid ruining the hard-earned atmosphere, she didn't bother correcting it and sent it as is. Then, she muted the phone, placed it face down on the table, and went back to pulling down his pants.
Seeing Jiang Churan looking at him with a smile, Jiang Cheng affectionately stroked her head.
It was clear this Girl had been brooding over her previous failure.
Earlier by the window, she had actually taken the initiative to serve him, but in the end, Jiang Cheng had been too impatient.
After all, from that angle, wearing such skin-flattering pajamas, combined with her 96-point charm and her plump, completely exposed Giant Pandas.
At that moment, Jiang Cheng instantly tossed the Descendant Card to the side.
Resulting in this Girl now having to do an encore to compensate him...