Chapter 114 Jiang Shiyuan, broke this precedent

Xie Jinghuai was suddenly startled, his tall body abruptly lifting off the back of the sofa:

"What did you say? Missing?"

“Ah Yuan never turns off her phone. Even late at night, she keeps it on and never puts it on silent!”

Ye Yu stood in the cold wind, looking at the dark windows of Jiang Shiyuan's house. His heart was pounding with worry. "She once told me that her son was in poor health and she slept poorly almost every night, afraid that he would feel unwell and call for help, and that no one would be able to get to his side immediately."

So she's a light sleeper and easily startled awake; there's no way she couldn't have missed me calling so many times!

Xie Jinghuai's handsome face was as deep and cold as a still pool, yet a strange emotion stirred within him.

He remembered that Jiang Shiyuan was indeed a frivolous person.

Countless times, he would socialize late into the night, or drink too much with Shen Zhantang and others, and return home drunk, often in the dead of night.

Jiang Shiyuan never failed to personally greet her, helping her upstairs, taking off her shoes and changing her clothes, and feeding her warm hangover soup.

Over the past five years, he has taken these thoughtful, considerate, and meticulous acts for granted and paid them no attention.

Occasionally, when he noticed, he would only think that she was trying to please him and had no dignity as a young mistress, and he even felt disgusted by her.

"Moreover, when we parted, I told her to text me when she got home! But I couldn't text her, and her phone was off. Something must have happened to her!"

"Ah, I see."

Xie Jinghuai let out a cold laugh, a fierce glint appearing in his dark eyes, devoid of any emotion. "She's not with Fu Chenzhou, but with you, which is why she didn't come to the auction with me?"

Ye Yu was shocked. "Attending the auction with you? So, A-Yuan refused to have dinner with me because she was going to see you?!"

Xie Jinghuai's back stiffened, and his temples throbbed.

So, Jiang Shiyuan originally planned to attend the auction with him? But why didn't she show up?

He gasped for breath, not daring to think the worst, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

“Jiang Shiyuan has not lost contact. She called me in the middle of the auction, but I didn’t hear it or answer it.”

"Then that's even more suspicious, isn't it? She didn't show up on time, called you in the middle of the day, and then turned off her phone..."

Ye Yu's bloodshot eyes were tightly closed, and his clenched fists trembled violently.

"Only now do I truly understand. Ah Yuan means absolutely nothing to you."

The man's expression hardened. "What did you say?"

"If Lin Zhixin had gone missing, would you still be so calm and collected, chatting with me like this? You would have already sent all your men out to search the world for your darling!"

Xie Jinghuai's brow twitched violently; he couldn't stand this scumbag's accusation. "I was just telling you the situation. Did I say I wouldn't go see her? She is, after all, Tongtong's mother!"

"Heh...that's true. You'd love for Ah Yuan to suffer some misfortune, so you can openly bring Miss Lin into the house."

Xie Jinghuai roared angrily, "Ye Yu!"

“I’m calling the police now. If an adult has been missing for less than 48 hours, the police won’t do anything about it.”

Ye Yu's eyes were bloodshot and looked like they were being torn apart. "Xie Jinghuai, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. If you have any conscience left, I hope you can do your best to find Ayuan."

This time, I beg you!

...

The man drove his car at a reckless speed toward the dock.

Wu Hui arranged a fishing boat for him there, where he could hide with the hostages tonight and then find a suitable opportunity to extort money.

If they really can't get the money, they'll kill the hostages, tie them to stones, and throw them into the sea—that's a natural mass grave.

Suddenly, the man noticed in his rearview mirror that several black cars were chasing after him!

"Damn it! Cops?!" the man cursed, slamming on the gas pedal.

But his beat-up car was too poor in performance; how could it compare to that top-of-the-line Maybach?

In the blink of an eye, the Maybach caught up, its all-black body like a black panther in the night, revealing sharp and fierce claws, as if it wanted to tear him and his car to pieces!

The man suddenly realized something was wrong!

Can a cop afford a Maybach?!

Inside the luxury car, Fu Chenzhou's face was ashen. His hands, with their distinct knuckles, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white and veins bulging, exuding a wild and fierce power.

It was as if he was gripping not the steering wheel, but the kidnapper's neck.

With a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to tear through eardrums, the night was deafened!

The Maybach slammed sideways into the kidnappers' car, sparks flying from the tires and doors!

"Holy crap! You're insane!" The man was terrified!

By the firelight, he could see Fu Chenzhou's handsome, fair face, a wicked smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were like ice, filled with poison.

The man was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf and his soul almost left his body!

Before him was clearly such a handsome young man, yet the man felt only that he was terrifying, like a jade-faced demon, someone who had come to claim his soul and take his life!

The next second, the Maybach suddenly sped in front of the sedan, and then performed a dazzling drift, bringing the two cars face to face instantly!

"Ahhh! It's over!" No matter how the man tried to turn the steering wheel or step on the brakes, it was too late!

Bang--!

After a loud bang, the chase stopped, and the air froze.

The kidnappers' car was completely totaled; the windshield was shattered, the hood was lifted, and thick white smoke was billowing out.

"Jiang Shiyuan!" Fu Chenzhou quickly got out of the car, a hint of anxiety appearing in his usually calm eyes.

There was no one in the carriage.

He immediately realized what was happening, ran to the back of the car, gritted his teeth, and opened the trunk—

The woman inside was curled up in a pitiful little ball, her clothes were disheveled, her pale face was covered with wounds, and her soft lips were stained with mottled blood.

At this moment, she was like a white rose fallen in the mud, beautiful yet broken, on the verge of death.

"Jiang Shiyuan!" Fu Chenzhou called her name again, his voice hoarse with anger.

Jiang Shiyuan forcefully lifted her eyelids, seemingly recognizing who had come to save her, before closing them again with relief.

Fu Chenzhou untied the ropes binding her, revealing that her once delicate skin was now a bloody mess from the tight bindings.

A dark undercurrent of shock surged in his eyes. Without thinking, he scooped her up in his arms and pulled her inside his black trench coat to shield her from the cold wind.

"Hang in there, I'll get you to the hospital right away!"

Jiang Shiyuan leaned against his rising and falling chest, her lips moving slightly, "Mr. Fu... I'm sorry..."

"Aunt Jiang, you're quite funny."

Fu Chenzhou paused, lowered his eyes, and composed himself. "Although the world is chaotic, a victim shouldn't have to apologize. Save your energy and get some sleep."

Jiang Shiyuan obediently closed her eyes, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, one after another, seeping into his clothes and soaking into his chest.

Fu Chenzhou's expression was cold, but his heart trembled slightly.

Apart from his son, no one else has ever aroused Fu Chenzhou's protective instincts.

Jiang Shiyuan broke this precedent.

"President Fu! How is Miss Jiang?!" Xing Zhen arrived breathlessly with his subordinates.

He was confident in his driving skills, but in front of his owner, he was only at the level of driving a bumper car.

"Good news, she's still alive." Fu Chenzhou's eyes turned bloodshot as he thought of Jiang Shiyuan's tattered clothes.

Xing Zhen gritted her teeth in hatred.

Aside from being alive, Miss Jiang must have suffered greatly and endured countless humiliations.

Xing Zhen roared, "I'm going to chop this son of a bitch up!"

No rush.

Fu Chenzhou carefully placed Jiang Shiyuan in the back seat of another car, took off his trench coat, and wrapped it around her barely clothed body.

He then walked straight to the Maybach, opened the trunk, and pulled out a golf club.

He specifically chose a putter; that's the one that hurts the most when it hits someone.