Chapter 109: Your Shepherd, Wake Up

but he had never seen him so out of control.Just as the elevator door was about to close again, Lu Qinian walked out dejectedly, muttering, "It shouldn't be, he couldn't possibly do something so chil..."Have a seat."

Jun Mu stuffed her into a taxi, and even fastened the seatbelt for her. This wasn't a car from the Jun family; he was quite distrustful of these 'outsiders'.

< >And the driver behind the wheel felt immense pressure, although he didn't know either of his passengers. But the man glanced at him, and that cold stare seemed to tell him to drive carefully, not to make a single mistake. < >

"How's your leg"

The car started slowly. Junzhi Mu sat beside her, his brow furrowed as he looked at her legs.

Probably because Qiao Bao'er had just been acting rogue, sitting directly on the road was so shocking to Jun Zhi Mu, he thought she might be having a leg cramp due to pregnancy and was in urgent need of help. He didn't even wait for the Jun family's driver, and took a taxi back directly.

Qiao Bao'er felt a little embarrassed being looked at by him.

She lowered her head, sheepishly, trying to think of a way to get out of it. Suddenly, her phone rang. She perked up and immediately reached for it, pressing the answer button.

"Bao'er, have you met Junzhi牧" it was Grandpa Jun who called.

< Qiao Bao'er was a little strange, and replied honestly, "Yes, we are going back together." >

The elderly person on the phone heard her words and didn't ask any further questions. They spoke, giving a piece of advice, "In the future, if you encounter any troubles, tell him directly. He is your husband..."

"Grandpa, is something wrong" Qiao Ba'er was genuinely confused.

He didn't tell you That wretch heard that you needed money and called you frantically, driving out to find you…

He went out of his way to find you.

Mr. Jun threw down his words heavily, feeling that these two people were truly… Humph, no matter how many years they had been through, it was really tiring.

Joe Bao'er stared blankly at her phone screen, her mind in a whirl after the old man had smashed it.

And the man beside her could faintly hear their phone conversation. He lightly pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on her profile, some words he wanted to say but held back.

"How are your legs" he asked, his voice complex and repeating.

Qiao Bao'er lowered her head, not daring to meet his scorching gaze. Her long legs swayed slightly, "I'm fine."

Jun Zhi Mu looked at her dangling her legs, this childish action, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his thin lips into a faint smile.

Actually, Qiao Bao'er being pregnant is easier to take care of than he expected. She hasn't had any morning sickness so far, only occasionally picks at her food, and unlike some pregnant women, she isn't depressed, irritable or prone to emotional outbursts. She doesn't act spoiled either. All things considered, she's rather 'well-behaved'.

"Next month, I'll hand over my work to Xiao Jie and the others. After that, I'll have time to stay at home with you." He suddenly changed the subject, his voice calm and even.

Joe Bao'er listened to his words, her face filled with astonishment. She looked up and stared straight at him.

< Like being favored, he stammered, "I, I'm doing well at home, my grandparents treat me very well, no need to trouble..." >

He looked at the tension on her face, her furrowed brows, wanting to say something.

But suddenly, Jun Zhimu's eyes widened, and he urged the driver in a hurried voice, "Turn right!"

As soon as Junzhi's words fell, the driver who was behind the wheel looked at the rearview mirror in astonishment.

Behind them, a white Bentley was careening down the road at insane speeds, racing towards them with reckless abandon...

The driver seemed panicked, he tried to brake, to swerve, his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel...

The car suddenly made a sharp turn, and Qiao Bao'er inside the car spun around, her face turning pale with fright.

Ke still hadn't escaped the white Bentley behind her. Qiao Baoer widened her eyes, staring at the reflection in the rearview mirror. A flash of light passed by, revealing a familiar face – Yi Sicheng...

He was drunk, his face contorted in rage, bloodshot eyes glaring, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, revving the engine to its limit, "Jun Zhi Mu, go die—"

She was petrified, her mind going blank as she stared in horror at the moment of impact. She was utterly stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Cowering with hands over head."

She couldn't hear clearly enough, but she saw Junzhimu's face full of anxiety. He rushed to her side at lightning speed and hugged her tightly...

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A deafening roar, and the car was sent hurtling over the guardrail on the left side of the mountain highway by the immense impact. It tumbled down the slope, bouncing off the ground with a series of sickening thuds. Everything descended into chaos.

At last, it came to a stop. The car's metal shell was mangled and twisted, its wheels pointing skyward.

< From this heap of scrap metal, a bloody liquid oozed out onto the pitch-black mountain road... >

"...Are you hurt"

After a long time, a hoarse voice echoed in the cramped, stifling space.

The car was severely deformed, Qiao Bao'er felt dizzy but wasn't seriously injured because he threw himself in front of her, taking almost all the impact.

This is a downhill slope on the highway, it's pitch black and you can't see your hand in front of your face. She couldn't make out Jun Zhimu's face, but she could hear his low, raspy voice.

"I, I'm not hurt."

Fear gripped her heart, yet he stood before her. Her mind felt hazy, a voice within urging calmness, assuring her everything would be alright. She whispered a feeble reply.

The driver in front was motionless, not even a breath could be heard.

This place was eerily silent, and the thick smell of blood made her feel nauseous. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to fight her way out of the car, scream for help, but tears streamed down her cheeks instead.

At this moment, she panicked and was at a loss. She didn't know what to do.

"Don't be afraid, someone will be here soon…" A low, familiar voice came to his ear.

He reached out with difficulty, his large hand as if using the last of his strength to touch the tears sliding down her cheek, like comforting, encouraging her.

She trembled, raising her hands to clasp him. But suddenly, Qiao Bao'er felt something salty and fishy on the corner of her lips. She knew it wasn't her tears, it was blood...

That trickle of his blood, from his temple, dripped onto her cheek...

Her face was pale, her movements stiff, and she grasped his hand with sudden urgency, her touch icy cold.

Shepherd of the people—

"Lord Shepherd, what's wrong with you..."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, a surge of panic making her breathing erratic. He was always so strong, he could never have an accident...

But now, with her so close to him, she realized that Jun Zhimu's skin was icy cold, almost devoid of body temperature...

"Your shepherd, your shepherd, wake up, don't scare me, please respond to me, okay..."…"Yes, that's natural."Perhaps because Jun Zhishutian has a naturally powerful aura, the doctor across from him responded repeatedly, assuring him with conviction, "On the day of the surgery, our surg...