The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 841 Shen Qing got into a car accident

After the engagement party.

The first people Linlin found were Wang Yaju and Shen Wenqiang.

Standing in front of the two of them, he pursed his lips and called out, "Dad, Mom."

Wang Yaju and Shen Wenqiang were stunned for a moment.

Then a smile instantly appeared on his face.

He quickly nodded and agreed, "Hey! Good daughter."

"Dad, Mom, you've worked really hard today."

Wang Yaju smiled and said, "In our hearts, you have long been our daughter."

"Yes, Linlin, we will always support you," said Shen Wenqiang.

Linlin smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, from now on, I will be your eldest daughter, and I will be your youngest daughter. We will definitely be filial to you in the future."

"well!"

Shen Wenqiang and Wang Yaju were laughing so hard that they couldn't stop.

Shen Qing also came over.

"What can I say? I'm so happy."

Linlin looked at her sister and said, "Sister, I told you, from now on, this is my dad and mom. I'm just like you. You really take care of me."

Shen Qing curled her lips and said, "Okay, then they will be our parents from now on."

They chatted happily for a while.

They prepared to go back.

"Dad, Mom, how about I take you back?"

"No need, you should go home and rest early. Take care of yourself. Your dad and I can just take a taxi back."

"Okay! I'll be leaving first then."

After saying that, Shen Qing left the banquet hall.

Just now, Yan Bei went to the company because he was about to be reported for something at the company.

So she wanted to go home by herself.

She got in the car, started it, and headed to the Yan family villa.

The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. Shen Qing lowered the car window a little, trying to let the cool breeze dispel the indescribable feeling of depression in her heart.

It was a happy thing for her to attend Linlin's engagement party.

So she was in a good mood.

Turn on the car music.

I was very happy along the way, listening to songs.

She passed a roundabout, preparing to merge onto the main road. Traffic was light, and the afternoon quiet had made her relax her guard slightly. She activated her turn signal, checked her rearview mirror, and, once she was sure it was safe, she slowly began to merge left.

At this moment, the piercing scream of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly broke the tranquility of the afternoon!

Shen Qing's heart rang with alarm, and her pupils suddenly constricted! She only had time to see an out-of-control heavy truck, like a wild beast on the loose, rush out of the intersection on her left, running a red light. Its huge shadow instantly enveloped her car! The truck was moving at an astonishing speed, leaving her no time to react.

"Do not--!"

A short, desperate cry got stuck in her throat, barely making a sound. Shen Qing subconsciously swerved the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. But it was too late.

"boom--!!!"

There was a deafening roar, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

The violent impact caused Shen Qing's body to be thrown up from the driver's seat like a puppet with its strings cut, and then fell heavily down.

The airbag popped out instantly, and the huge impact force made her eyes go black. Her chest felt as if it was run over by a huge rock, and it was so painful that her breathing stopped instantly.

In my ears were the crackling sound of shattering glass, the harsh groaning of twisted metal, and the dull roar in my chest.

The world instantly spiraled into chaos, a cacophony of sounds mingling, only to quickly fade away and become blurred. She felt a warm, sticky liquid trickle down her forehead and into her eyes, staining her vision crimson.

The scenes from the engagement party just now, her sister's happiness, her parents' joy... those images were like broken glass, flashing by in a disorderly manner in the last moment before her consciousness faded.

Then, boundless darkness surged like a tide, completely engulfing her.

Her car, badly deformed, sat at an angle in the middle of the road, white smoke billowing from the hood. The afternoon sun was still bright, but it couldn't penetrate the sudden shadow, leaving only a mess and the gradually spreading smell of blood.

People's exclamations and screams began to be heard all around, and the world returned to its hustle and bustle, but this noise had nothing to do with Shen Qing anymore.

Shen Qing fell into a coma.

Then the ambulance arrived.

Shen Qing was rescued from the car and then carried directly into the ambulance.

Sent to the hospital.

……

At this time, Yan Bei, who was in a meeting, received a call.

"Excuse me... is this Mr. Yan Bei?" The other party's voice trembled with nervousness. "This is the emergency department of the First People's Hospital of the city. Your wife... Ms. Shen Qing, just had a traffic accident at the Chengnan intersection. She has been sent to our hospital for emergency treatment. Please come here immediately!"

"..."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Every expression on Yan Bei's face froze instantly when he heard the words "Shen Qing," "traffic accident," and "rescue." His dark eyes, as deep as a cold pond, suddenly contracted, and the last trace of warmth in his pupils quickly faded, leaving only a terrifying storm and incredible astonishment.

His fingers gripping the phone suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning white from the strain, and veins throbbing faintly on the bony back of his hand. The fingers that had been tapping the tabletop rhythmically just a moment ago were now as stiff as a statue.

"What did you say?" His voice was extremely hoarse, completely different from the usually calm and composed Yan Bei. There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. "Say it again."

The person on the other end of the phone was shocked by his tone at the moment, but he quickly repeated the situation, his tone even more anxious: "Mr. Yan, the situation is urgent, please come to the hospital as soon as possible!"

"I hope nothing happens to her." Yan Bei only uttered two words, his voice as cold as ice, yet with a sense of repression on the verge of exploding.

After reporting the address, the phone was hung up in a hurry.

Yan Bei remained in the same position as he was answering the phone, frozen in his seat, staring blankly ahead, as if his soul had been drained away. The conference room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at their boss in horror. They had never seen him so out of control. The man who controlled everything like an emperor now had an expression of unprecedented panic and... despair written all over his face.

"boom--"

The next second, Yan Bei stood up suddenly, and his movement was so big that the leather chair behind him fell over, making a loud noise that was particularly harsh in this quiet meeting room.

Without saying anything, without even glancing at anyone present, he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and stormed out of the meeting room like a gust of wind.

That back figure was filled with unprecedented panic and determination, completely different from his usual calmness and composure.