After Becoming a Spare Tire, I Got Together with My White Moonlight - Chapter 6.1

A dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder and arson.

Xia Yaoxin’s thoughts spiraled further and further, her face pale as she shakily pulled out her phone.

“L-Let’s call the police first.”

But soon, she noticed the blaring sirens approaching. The police car arrived alongside an ambulance. Xia Yaoxin’s hand trembled, and her phone clattered to the ground.

“So fast?” she exclaimed in shock. “I haven’t even dialed yet!”

Yan Guiqiu: “…”

Song Anchen: “…”

It wasn’t entirely Xia Yaoxin’s fault for misunderstanding. Anyone glancing at the scene would assume the person on the ground had been hit by a car.

The doctor who stepped out of the ambulance quickly examined Qin Xiangxi’s condition and signaled for a stretcher to carry her into the ambulance.

Meanwhile, the police first spoke with Yan Guiqiu and the others to get a sense of what had happened.

Qin Xiangxi had no visible external injuries. The two in the car had stayed put the whole time, and both the dashcam and street surveillance were operational. There was no reason for them to lie. Upon learning they knew each other, the police took them all to the hospital.

Jiang Xuehe and Xia Yaoxin followed behind, arriving at the same hospital.

Once inside, Xia Yaoxin went to register for emergency care while Qin Xiangxi was taken for a full examination. Song Anchen was pulled aside by the police for questioning, leaving Jiang Xuehe and Yan Guiqiu sitting on a bench in the hallway.

“Are you two alright?” Jiang Xuehe asked with concern.

While Xia Yaoxin had been spooked by the accident-like scene, Jiang Xuehe had noticed the other two strictly speaking, they were the real victims here.

Yan Guiqiu shook her head. “We were in the car and didn’t get hurt. It’s just Anchen who got quite a scare.”

“I hope it doesn’t leave any lasting trauma,” Jiang Xuehe said. “It’s best not to let her drive alone for a while.”

Yan Guiqiu nodded.

“And you?” Jiang Xuehe asked again.

“Me?”

“Were you scared?”

“A little,” Yan Guiqiu admitted with a wry smile. “But I wasn’t the one driving, and I’m kind of used to it.”

Before Jiang Xuehe could press further, a nurse called out to them.

Xia Yaoxin had acute gastroenteritis from catching a chill and overindulging in cold food. She needed to stay overnight for IV fluids and observation. Currently, her stomach pain left her unable to walk, so Jiang Xuehe handled the payment for her.

By the time she returned, Yan Guiqiu was still waiting outside for Song Anchen.

But now, her expression had relaxed likely because she’d confirmed Qin Xiangxi was fine.

If Qin Xiangxi was unharmed, it meant fewer complications for them.

“Does this kind of thing happen often?” Jiang Xuehe asked.

“How could you tell?”

“You really do seem used to it.” And not in a way that suggested joy or excessive worry more like a numb sort of calm.

“Yeah,” Yan Guiqiu sighed. “Guess it’s just bad karma.”

Jiang Xuehe suddenly understood. “So that’s how those rumors started?”

Yan Guiqiu nodded solemnly.

Jiang Xuehe couldn’t help but chuckle. “No wonder so many people say you two are fated.”

Yan Guiqiu glanced at her. “Do you believe in fate, Xuehe-jie?”

“Just before I came out, my mom was saying the same thing,” Jiang Xuehe replied. “A family friend’s son happened to be wearing a blue suit, is exactly ten centimeters taller than me, was my university classmate, and even played in a band.”

“A perfect match, kindred spirits, a talented man and a beautiful woman, both educated in the same way, and both dabbled in ‘art.'”

Yan Guiqiu couldn’t help but laugh.

“I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I made an excuse to slip out,” Jiang Xuehe also smiled helplessly. “But it turned out to be a good thing Xia Xia said she had unbearable stomach pain halfway through.”

“It seems that ‘soulmate’ gentleman failed to win Sister Xuehe’s heart.”

“What kind of ‘fate’ is that? By that logic, I have a connection with everyone,” Jiang Xuehe glanced at Yan Guiqiu and continued, “Take Guiqiu, for example. We happen to both be women, both came to Yunhua City from elsewhere, both have siblings, both know Xia Xia, both appreciate imagery and colors, and both have birds in our names…”

Listening to Jiang Xuehe list these out, Yan Guiqiu also felt they seemed quite fated. But upon further thought, she couldn’t help but chuckle wryly.

“Seems like fate isn’t worth much at all.”

“I don’t think so,” Jiang Xuehe disagreed.

“Oh?”

“Fate is only fate if you choose to believe in it.”

“And if you don’t?”

“That’s called trouble.”

Yan Guiqiu thought about the “fate” between her and Qin Xiangxi and nodded in deep agreement. “Absolutely.”

That was no longer just “trouble” it was more like a life filled with pitfalls and cliffs, an endless thicket of thorns sprouting without reason.

Unfortunately, just as she had resolved to eliminate this obstacle in her life, her first plan had already gone awry.

But on second thought, if helping Qin Xiangxi find a partner didn’t work out, maybe she could step in herself.

Yan Guiqiu glanced at Jiang Xuehe beside her, tempted to ask whether their connection was “trouble” or “fate.” But considering they had only met less than three hours ago, it was clearly too soon for a definitive answer.

Even if she asked now, she’d only get a perfectly polite, noncommittal response.

In the story, the female lead had pursued her unrequited love for over a decade without ever truly warming her heart.

Always gentle, yet always distant.

Why did it have to be that unattainable white moonlight? Yan Guiqiu looked up at the ceiling, baffled.

But no matter how much she thought about it, the word “give up” never crossed her mind.

For Yan Guiqiu, Jiang Xuehe was undeniably “fate” after meeting her.

The minute hand on the wall clock completed another half-circle when Song Anchen finally returned, his expression grim. The two women, who had been chatting idly, immediately fell silent.

“Qin Xiangxi might have been kidnapped,” Song Anchen said, his expression complicated. His earlier anger had faded, replaced by lingering fear. “Her teacher just reported her missing to the police, she’s been gone for over thirty-six hours, and they received a ransom call.”

Surveillance footage from the intersection showed Qin Xiangxi jumping out of a car on a nearby street before frantically running onto the crosswalk.

Though it was just a panicked instinct, it had coincidentally saved her life.

The surveillance footage showed that just after Song Anchen hit the brakes, the suspected kidnappers’ car was still hidden by the bushes. Several people got out and were about to chase after Qin Xiangxi, but upon seeing another car stop nearby, they mistakenly thought Qin Xiangxi had been hit and injured. After lurking around suspiciously for a while, they hurriedly got back into their car and left.

As for how Qin Xiangxi, who was supposed to be abroad for training and performances, ended up being kidnapped that would have to wait until she woke up to find out.

From the current clues and evidence, the “car accident” was merely a coincidence, and Song Anchen bore no responsibility whatsoever.

“Still, we’ll need to give a statement,” Song Anchen said, switching places with Yan Guiqiu. “The police said they’d like to ask you a few questions too. I’ll wait here for you.”

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