On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Where are we going now?" Chen Qian struggled not to get in the car. He turned his head to ask the housekeeper. The housekeeper didn't give him any reply, and the other people around him were also silent.

Chen Qian waited for a long time and probably guessed that this question would not get any answer, so he had to bend down and get on the seat obediently.

The next second, the door was slammed shut by the butler.

This time, unlike the previous incident when they caught Chen Qian in the bookstore, there wasn't a huge scene. Instead, all the precautions against him were completely dismantled. Mr. Chi only sent a car and a driver to take him away, and that was it.

Finally freed from the constant state of surveillance, Chen Qian couldn't help but relax a little. He hurriedly moved himself to the back of the passenger seat farthest from the driver in front. He turned his body sideways and secretly took out his hand that was tightly holding the mobile phone.

He wanted to try to call Chi Mu for help.

Chen Qian quietly opened his phone and silently tapped the screen while keeping an eye on the driver's movements. Everything went smoothly. Even when he clicked into the address book, the driver just kept his eyes on the road and drove quietly.

The moment he dialed the phone, he felt his scalp tingling, but when he turned on the phone, he found that the success was just an appearance. The four big words "call failed" reminded him that the phone could not connect to the signal.

Obviously, this is not the operator's responsibility, and this is not some remote mountain area. Moreover, he still remembers that this straight and wide asphalt road is a section of the national highway.

This car must have been installed with some damn signal blocking device that blocked all the signals.

Chen Qian was so angry that he cursed in his heart and almost kicked the back of the passenger seat. He forced himself to hold back his anger and continued to tap 110 on the number keys one by one before dialing.

Sure enough, it still didn't work.

The driver in the driver's seat was completely silent except for his job. Chen Qian had no time to think about this completely upside-down situation. He just sat in the back seat with his eyes downcast and silent. He was mentally and physically exhausted to the point of discomfort. He didn't even have the will to struggle.

This inexplicable "kidnapping" took a long time, and the sunlight was already beginning to dim. Shadows of trees kept falling on the car window. Chen Qian watched the scene passing by. Apart from the sandwich he had eaten in the morning and the few sips of tea he had just drunk, he had not eaten anything else. Now he was hungry and thirsty.

A car drove over from the opposite direction, attracting Chen Qian's attention. He thought it was a coincidence because it was the same model as Chen Tian's car.

It would be great if Chen Tian was here too... He would accept it whether you scold him or hit him twice.

The car brushed past, and Chen Qian followed it, turning back. As he turned back, he saw the driver frequently checking the rearview mirror, as if to confirm anything behind the car. After a while, he pulled out a walkie-talkie from somewhere and spoke his first words since getting in the car.

"The Third Young Master has been found."

Chen Qian couldn't hear what response he got from the other side. He was just wondering what it meant to find the Third Young Master and why the driver suddenly changed direction and pulled over.

The car had just stopped when a sudden screeching sound of brakes was heard outside the car, followed by silence that lasted for a few seconds.

With a click, the car door beside Chen Qian was suddenly pulled open, and then a hand quickly reached in and grabbed his arm. Frightened, he shrank unconsciously and looked up hurriedly in the direction of the hand.

As the man's face fell into his eyes, Chen Qian felt that the breath hanging in his chest was finally released.

He raised his other hand, trembling slightly, and placed it on the hand offered to him, allowing the other party to lead him out of the car.

His cold body was pulled into a warm embrace, and the warmth passed through, bringing a touch of color to his face. The courage he had forced himself to hold on to now fled, and Chen Qian's legs felt weak. His voice wavered, pitiful and aggrieved: "Chi Mu..."

"I'm here. Everything is fine now. Don't be afraid." Chi Mu's gentle voice fell from above his head.

Chen Qian's uneasiness was immediately driven away by the sound. His body suddenly relaxed and he had no strength left. To be honest, if someone hadn't supported him, he would have sat on the ground.

The driver also got out of the car and bowed respectfully to Chi Mu. He said, "Hello, Third Young Master. Since you have already picked up Mr. Chen, I will not disturb you any further and will return to report."

After regaining some strength, Chi Mu took Chen Qian to the car parked nearby.

He looked at Chen Tian, ​​who was sitting in the driver's seat with a cold expression, and suddenly felt guilty. He kept his head down and dared not say a word.

"You had already been taken away by his people when we arrived at the bookstore. I should have looked for you earlier. I'm sorry." Chi Mu murmured apologetically, but the silence in the car made his words extremely clear.

Chen Qian didn't have the nerve to accept the apology. This was completely his fault. He couldn't help but lower his head even lower, his voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz: "It has nothing to do with you. I didn't listen to your warnings and ran out."

"You still know that you made a mistake. Do you know what the bookstore clerk told me? He said that you were taken away by a group of gangsters. I fucking thought that Chen Xiaoqian, you were really going to become a fan! You are so filial. You know that I am calcium deficient and want to give me some bone meal to supplement it, right?" Chen Tian's furious voice hit Chen Qian's ears like a sledgehammer. His hands were tightly clenched on the steering wheel, his veins jumped, and his knuckles turned white.

Chen Qian pursed his lips, but after enduring for a long time, he finally managed to hold it back, but his voice was filled with tears: "Brother, I'm sorry."

The car turned a corner steadily, and the setting sun fell right in front of them. The orange-red light shone into the car through the window, shining on the three brothers, whose expressions were different but all seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden.

After a long while, Chen Tian said calmly: "Fasten your seat belts, we are going home."