Chapter 241
Actually, the shares didn’t matter to her; she just wanted to secure a little benefit for Little Guido.
Besides, that was her father’s hard work, and she couldn’t just watch his efforts fall into the hands of others.
At night, after the passion subsided, An Ruo fell deep into sleep in Tang Yuchen’s embrace.
She was preoccupied, so her sleep wasn’t peaceful, and she had many dreams.
In the dreams, she went to ask her uncle for the shares, but he refused, snarling at her with a ferocious face. She went to Tang Yuchen for evidence, but the man just kept mocking her, also refusing to give it to her.
She searched everywhere for the evidence, running under the scorching sun every day, yet she could never find it.
She was exhausted and thirsty, the burning sun above making her dizzy and blurring her vision.
The scene shifted, and she found herself standing on a freeway, surrounded by swiftly moving cars.
She stood alone in the middle of the road, at any moment she could be struck by a vehicle; the terror made her blood run cold. She wanted to lift her legs and run to safety, but her legs wouldn’t move at all.
Suddenly, a car out of control charged towards her. She opened her eyes wide in fear, a scream lodged in her throat.
As the car neared, through the windshield she saw the people sitting inside.
It was her parents!
Although their faces were blurry, she knew it was them. It was almost as if she could see the panic and fear in their eyes.
Bang—
The car passed right through her body, slamming hard into the freeway guardrail, instantly crumpling. Bright red blood flowed from the car, covering the ground, spreading to her feet…
An Ruo stood petrified; after a second, two seconds, the scream finally burst from her throat.
Awakening from the dream with a scream, tears surged from An Ruo’s eyes.
The fear and sadness from deep within left her eyes vacant and lifeless.
She hadn’t had the dream about her parents’ car accident in many years.
She thought she had moved past that shadow, yet the nightmare returned…
Tang Yuchen turned on the bedside lamp and saw the tears on her face; he frowned slightly. “Had a nightmare?”
An Ruo wiped her face with the blanket, mumbling a muffled confirmation.
“What kind of nightmare?” he asked again.
Perhaps because her spirit was too fragile, or perhaps the night was too quiet, An Ruo muttered softly, “Scenes of my parents’ death, which I haven’t dreamed about in a long time…”
Tang Yuchen remembered the files he had seen, a photo of a sedan that had slammed at high speed into the freeway guardrail, completely deformed, blood everywhere.
The image was indeed quite frightening to look at.
He wrapped his arms around An Ruo, pressing her close to him from behind. “Did you see it with your own eyes?”
“No, just some photographs.”
She had been too young at the time to handle the gruesome images, especially when the deceased were her parents.
After her parents died, she was plagued by nightmares every day; closing her eyes, she would see the scenes from the photos, causing her to be afraid to sleep alone every night.
She thought she might go mad, but thankfully she got through it. As she grew older, the frequency of the nightmares decreased.
Yet tonight, she had another nightmare; this one shook her more than any before.
Could it be that the spirits of her parents in heaven were hinting at something?
An Ruo remembered what Tang Yuchen had once said to her. She turned her head, holding her breath as she asked him, “I remember you told me that there was more to my parents’ death. What exactly is that secret?”
In her wide eyes, an unmistakable tension and fear could not be concealed.