Chapter 23, A Series of Unexpected Events

"No need, we'll process your discharge tomorrow."

Yan Sheng's gaze never left Wen Hanyun, his voice was indifferent, clearly showing his extreme impatience.

Seeing this, the doctor didn't dare to say anything more, picked up the medical record, and tactfully left.

The ward finally fell silent. Wen Hanyun looked at Yan Sheng's slightly red and swollen hand, which was obviously from pulling on the IV needle.

"Even though the wound had reopened, he still insisted on attacking..."

She knelt down beside the bed, gently touched his hand, and looked up at him. "Does it still hurt?"

"No..." Looking at her doe-like, blinking eyes, Yan Sheng hesitated before he could finish his sentence, "It hurts a little."

Yan Sheng took her hand in his own and rubbed his fingertips against her palm. "But if Teacher Wen could touch it again, it wouldn't hurt anymore."

"Sit up here, don't squat."

He moved aside to make room for him, and then pulled him to sit next to him.

Wen Hanyun's cheeks flushed, and she tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it even tighter. She could only use her other hand to pick up the water glass that was placed on the bedside table.

"Have some water, you've just talked so much."

Yan Sheng smiled and obediently drank from her hand.

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After being discharged from the hospital, Yansheng recovered and returned to school, and their relationship returned to its previous pattern.

Meanwhile, outside the city's No. 1 Detention Center, a black extended Bentley was waiting at the entrance.

Xie Xiaoyu walked out wearing a revealing halter dress and ten-centimeter high heels.

Her makeup was completely different from her previous style, and she had a heavy air of world-weariness about her, but she couldn't hide the weariness in her eyes.

She bent down and got into the car, and a pungent smell of cigars hit her.

Sitting in the back seat was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a beer belly, whose face had a hideous scar that stretched from the corner of his eye to his jaw.

This is Long Laosan, whose real name is unknown. He is an orphan.

It is said that when he was young, he was involved in gangs, and his gang was severely cracked down on by the police. He went to prison to take the blame for his boss and stayed there for six years.

As he approached his release from prison, he used his ruthless methods and the connections he had built up in prison to inherit the remaining shady business forces from the former boss. From then on, he became a powerful figure, respectfully known as "Master Dragon" by people in the underworld.

"Master Long, thanks to your help, I was able to get out so quickly."

Xie Xiaoyu sat in the seat furthest away from him, a smile on her face.

Long Laosan glanced at her, shook his cigar, and then grabbed her chin with his thick hand.

"You little bitch, don't try that on me."

"I'm getting you out of here, not so you can pretend to be innocent."

"Master Long, how could I...?"

Xie Xiaoyu's face turned pale with pain, and a hint of hatred flashed in her eyes, but she could only follow his instructions and move closer.

In her desperate attempt to escape prison, she sought out Long Laosan.

This old man was notoriously lecherous, and he quickly slept with her.

Xie Xiaoyu thought she had climbed a big tree, but she never expected to fall into an even deeper quagmire.

During the days she sought his help in the center of the prison, she went to his cell every night, and then suffered through the entire night.

That old man was not only perverted, but also extremely violent. He treated her as a tool to vent his desires, and would beat and kick her at the slightest provocation.

Now that she has finally been released on bail, she naturally doesn't want to stay by his side any longer and endure the torment.

She'd had enough. She wanted to run away and get rid of this lecherous old man for good.

However, to escape successfully, she needed to obtain enough money and a plane ticket to go abroad.

As for who to ask for these things back...

She already had her ideal candidate in mind.

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That afternoon, Wen Hanyun carried a stack of students' homework and walked slowly down the road.

The alley was quiet, save for the sound of her footsteps and the rustling of leaves.

She was looking down at her teaching plan for tomorrow when she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Before she could turn around, a pair of rough hands covered her mouth and nose, and a pungent smell of ether instantly filled her nostrils.

Wen Hanyun struggled desperately, but the other person was too strong. After struggling for a few moments, everything went black and she lost consciousness.

Two masked men lifted her into a van parked at the intersection and quickly drove away from the school.

"Young Master Yanzhe, isn't that Miss Wen?"

In a black sedan parked not far away, the driver glanced uncertainly, then turned back and asked, "Should we call the police, young master?"

"Drive, follow them."

Yan Zhe could see it all clearly. There was no worry or schadenfreude in his eyes, but rather a hint of excitement.

After what happened last time, he was too ashamed to show his face and could only secretly observe her life.

He had always harbored feelings for Wen Hanyun and was worried about not having a chance to get close to her again. Fortunately, his efforts paid off.

Well, here comes the opportunity.

He instructed the driver to start the car and followed the van at a distance, secretly planning his next move.

Wen Hanyun seems to have gotten herself into quite a bit of trouble this time. Fortunately, Yan Sheng has been busy with something these past few days and hasn't been able to stay by her side.

Now, all he needs to do is follow up and play the hero to save the damsel in distress, then give Yan Sheng a good dressing down...

When Wen Hanyun woke up again, she found herself in an abandoned warehouse.

Her hands were tied behind her back to a dilapidated chair, and her mouth was sealed with thick duct tape, so she could only make muffled sounds.

It was pitch black all around, with only a dim yellow light bulb swaying overhead, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and mildew.

Where is this?

She struggled fiercely, her wrists bearing deep red marks from the rough hemp rope, which stung painfully.

Fear overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Just then, the warehouse door was pushed open, and blinding light shone in.

Xie Xiaoyu walked in, wearing high heels and surrounded by two fierce-looking bodyguards.

"Wen Hanyun, we meet again."

Xie Xiaoyu walked up to her and looked down at her.

Wen Hanyun's eyes widened in shock.

She never imagined that Xie Xiaoyu would be the one who kidnapped her!

This woman should be in jail!

Xie Xiaoyu seemed to see right through her, and smiled smugly: "Aren't you surprised?"

"Heh, what a pathetic guy. Do you think Yansheng can protect you forever?"

She reached out and ripped the tape off Wen Hanyun's mouth, her cold fingertips tracing across her cheek.

"Wen Hanyun, you ruined everything for me, how could I possibly let you get away with this!"

With a maniacal smile on her face, Xie Xiaoyu took a sharp dagger from the bodyguard and pressed the tip against Wen Hanyun's cheek.

"You got away with it last time, but let's see where you can hide this time."

Xie Xiaoyu pinched her chin and lifted it up, then sighed, "But you should be glad that your face is still somewhat useful to me for now."