The skinny guy outside kept glancing towards the door, seemingly hoping Ye Zhiwei would call him. He thought to himself that throwing away the steamed bun would be an insult to this delicate young lady, and she wouldn't even eat it. He knew all too well what it felt like to be starving.

Unfortunately, he waited and waited but Ye Zhiwei didn't call him. He was thinking of going in to see her.

The big guy frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The skinny monkey chuckled, "What can I do? I just feel sorry for that young lady because she has nothing to eat."

Does he look pitiful?

He clearly had ulterior motives. If he truly pitied Ye Zhiwei for having nothing to eat, why would he specifically choose steamed buns and then throw them on the ground?

The big man said coldly, "She didn't call you, don't go in. You won't starve."

The skinny monkey looked at the big guy with a sense of unease, and finally sat there without saying a word.

He couldn't resist anymore; all he could think about at night was Ye Zhiwei. He had never seen anyone so beautiful. Anyway, he was already a desperate criminal; it was just a matter of touching her. At worst, he would lose his life.

Dying beneath the peony blossoms is a romantic death.

The skinny monkey thought to himself with a smug grin.

Unable to sleep, he got up in the middle of the night, took his phone, turned on the light, and groped his way to Ye Zhiwei's room in the dark. He took out his key, opened the door, and went straight in.

Ye Zhiwei only slept in this situation to maintain her energy so that she could cooperate actively when Jiang Jianian came. She didn't really fall asleep; she looked like she was sleeping, but her mind was always tense. She suddenly heard a sound and got up abruptly, and sure enough, she saw the skinny monkey.

When the skinny monkey saw that Ye Zhiwei had woken up, he was stunned for a moment. Then, seeing the half-eaten steamed buns on the table, he made conversation, saying, "I came to see if Miss Ye had fainted from hunger. If something happens to you, I won't be able to explain it to Miss Qin."

Ye Zhiwei stared intently at him, expressionless, without uttering a single word.

The skinny monkey stared, somewhat mesmerized. "Even when she's angry, she's so beautiful. No wonder she's a rich girl."

He moved closer, excitedly saying, "Say some nice things to me, we men are the easiest to coax. If you kiss me and coax me, I might let you go."

That's utterly shameless. The doors are locked, and he himself is imprisoned; how could he possibly be keeping an eye on Ye Zhiwei?

Ye Zhiwei sensed a threat. She pressed herself tightly against the wall, forcing herself to remain calm as she looked at the skinny man: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? You're not a child anymore. Do you think I don't know what I want to do? The young lady is surrounded by upright gentlemen. Let me tell you, what kind of bullshit upright gentlemen are they? They're all hypocrites. They look polite to you, but they're actually more filthy than I am. I'm the real upright one. I'll tell you directly what I want to do to you." Skinny Monkey was about to go over immediately.

Ye Zhiwei panicked. Her hands and feet were tied. When she realized the man was coming, she smashed the water glass on the table. She remembered the tall man from yesterday. As the glass shattered on the ground, she started screaming for help.

Skinny Monkey immediately tried to cover her mouth, but before he could even touch Ye Zhiwei, she bit him hard, putting all her strength into biting his hand until it bled. Skinny Monkey grimaced in pain, and Ye Zhiwei took the opportunity to headbutt him hard. The training she had been forced to do by Jiang Jianian had taken effect at this moment, and her head hit him hard and hard.

Skinny Monkey never expected that Ye Zhiwei, who looked so gentle and weak, would be so ruthless in doing such a thing. He suddenly slapped Ye Zhiwei and cursed, "You stinking woman, don't be so stubborn."

Ye Zhiwei looked at the skinny monkey expressionlessly.

She was even prepared for the possibility that if the skinny monkey dared to do anything to her, she would immediately kill herself there.

She was nowhere near her usual elegant demeanor; her hair was a mess, her clothes were disheveled, and even her face was filthy.

Skinny Monkey straddled the bed and started taking off his clothes. "She's just a little girl, I can handle her. You pampered young ladies shouldn't pretend, you'll all end up under a man's body sooner or later anyway—"

Just as he finished speaking, Ye Zhiwei, utterly despondent, was about to ram her head against the wall when someone came over. The tall man suddenly picked up a stick and struck the skinny monkey on the head, knocking him unconscious before throwing him to the ground.

Ye Zhiwei hadn't reacted yet. She looked at the middle-aged man with trembling eyes, her face red and swollen. At this moment, she broke down and hugged her knees, crying softly.

The man didn't know what to say at that moment. He seemed to want to comfort Ye Zhiwei, but from his own perspective, he didn't seem to be able to comfort her. He stammered, "Miss Qin—Miss Qin will be here in a little while."

Ye Zhiwei remained silent.

She looked up at the man.

The man reached out to comfort her, but noticing Ye Zhiwei's evasive movement, he immediately withdrew his hand. Due to the movement, his wallet fell from his hand. The wallet contained no money, only some cards and a small photograph. The photograph showed a young girl in a school uniform, likely in junior or senior high school.

The man immediately looked at Ye Zhiwei warily and quickly put away the photo, seemingly afraid that Ye Zhiwei would recognize the girl in the photo.

That must be his daughter.

Ye Zhiwei didn't speak. She took a deep breath and began to compose herself, which had just collapsed to the extreme. She wiped away her tears with her bound hands and asked in a sobbing voice, "Is it your daughter?"

The man didn't speak.

After all, he is now a kidnapper, and if Ye Zhiwei finds out about his daughter, who knows what she might do?

Ye Zhiwei disregarded her fear and panic. After experiencing despair, she tried to calm herself down and tentatively continued to ask, "She's quite pretty. I vaguely remember her school uniform. She must be from a good school. I used to be from No. 1 Middle School. I would see students from other schools wearing similar uniforms at some competitions."

The man didn't answer Ye Zhiwei's question, but said curtly, "Miss Qin will be here soon."

Why would you follow her and do something like that?

The man remained motionless.

Ye Zhiwei continued, "Do you know how much impact it has on children if their parents commit crimes?"

The man didn't speak.

After a moment of silence, Ye Zhiwei said, half-jokingly, "My boyfriend's father committed a crime, intentional homicide. Although my boyfriend is very outstanding, many people are prejudiced against him, especially after knowing his background. Even though he did nothing wrong, everyone is prejudiced against him..."

She didn't say anything directly, but she knew that keeping her daughter's photo in her wallet meant she loved her daughter. She only needed to hint at it indirectly.

“You don’t look like a bad person,” she said deliberately. “And you seem very nervous. Is this your first time doing something like this? Why did you choose something like this? Kidnapping is a crime punishable by ten years in prison, with a maximum penalty of death. Society has very low tolerance for kidnappers. You… sigh, never mind. You fathers probably have your reasons, just like my boyfriend—”

Ye Zhiwei's relatable example did make the man somewhat more relaxed. He glanced at Ye Zhiwei and asked, "With your family background, your family didn't object to you and him..."

"How could I not object? Now it's all the elders' mistakes that the children have to bear joint social responsibility, but—"

"But what?" The man became nervous as expected.

Ye Zhiwei didn't speak because she noticed the commotion and Qin Manshu came over.

The door opened with a loud bang, followed by the sound of high heels on the floor, and finally the door opened again. Sure enough, it was Qin Manshu who entered.

Qin Manshu looked at the mess inside and then glanced at Ye Zhiwei. "Little cousin, you've been wronged."

She slowly walked over, stroked Ye Zhiwei's hair, and whispered, "Are you alright?"

"What do you think?" Ye Zhiwei looked at Qin Manshu coldly. Thinking of the near despair she had just felt, she clenched her hands tightly and stared at Qin Manshu indifferently.

Qin Manshu touched Ye Zhiwei's face and said with pity, "Poor thing, you've been crying."