Qi Ying was listening to the three men's report in the woods by the roadside. After hearing that Wen Jiaojiao had been kidnapped by another gang, she frowned slightly and said:

"What? I only planned to slap her like she did last time and then sneak away. Now that she's been kidnapped, you can't blame me for that, can you?"

The man who seemed to be the leader of the three said, "Could you settle the wages?"

Qi Ying wasn't a bad person by nature. Even when she falsely accused Wen Jiaojiao of possessing the jade bracelet, she didn't dare to specifically name her and pester her.

I just wanted to do something to annoy her, but now I'm panicking and terrified of getting into trouble.

After she took out the money, her voice trembled with a hint of tears as she said:

"You'd better hide well, otherwise if that person blames me again and beats me up again, I'll be dead."

The man said:

"Don't worry, you said you'd tie her up and teach her a lesson, and now someone else is doing it for you. You can only blame her for offending too many people."

Suddenly, a cold snort came from the roadside:

Where did you take her?

The four of them trembled and turned around to see Wen Zhaoye with a furrowed brow, his handsome eyes as sharp as a hawk's, walking towards them with an aggressive aura.

Qi Ying trembled in fright, the money slipping from her fingers. She involuntarily shrank back, intimidated by his imposing manner: "I didn't kidnap him, please don't hit me."

Wen Zhaoye's starry eyes narrowed, and he questioned her with a condescending air:

"If it wasn't you, what were you doing with them?"

The man in the lead was completely unprofessional; he was so frightened that he weakly and without any imposing manner said:

"Miss Qi originally intended for us to teach her a lesson, but she didn't expect someone to beat her to it."

Wen Zhaoye, seeing that the group didn't seem to be lying, said coldly:

"Did you get a good look at what those people looked like?"

The man said:

“They were all wearing helmets, so they looked prepared.”

Qi Ying looked at him with a bewildered expression and weakly said:

What is your relationship with her?

Wen Zhaoye glanced at him, his aura as cold and deep as an icy pool, and warned:

"That's none of your business, but if you talk to her about anything related to me, I won't let you off the hook."

After saying that, he turned and left.

When Wen Jiaojiao woke up again, her eyes were covered with black cloth, her hands and feet were bound, and she was lying on her side on the ground, with the faint sound of birds chirping in her ears.

Immediately afterwards, a male voice echoed from the empty, abandoned wooden house:

"Miss Jiang, you're awake?"

Several mocking laughs erupted around her, and Wen Jiaojiao's mind went blank for a moment. She quickly recovered and said in a trembling voice:

Who are you, and what do you intend to do?

The man closest to her was unkempt and disheveled. Holding a bottle of baijiu, he tilted his head back and took a swig, then drunkenly said:

"I just plan to borrow some money to spend."

Wen Jiaojiao knew that Jiang Peitian most likely wouldn't care whether she lived or died, but her predicament today was entirely due to the identity he had given her.

Selling the house was too late, but she didn't have much money at all. She tentatively asked:

How much money are you planning to ask for?

Another man said in a lazy voice:

"Not much, 300,000 will do. Anyway, your Jiang family makes a fortune every day, this little bit of money is nothing to you."

Wen Jiaojiao suppressed the tremor in her voice and said gently:

“I’m not actually his biological daughter. Kidnapping me won’t work; he won’t pay that much money.”

But seeing that you guys have really worked hard today, how about I give you some compensation for your hard work and let me go?

The man chuckled and said:

"You mean he would go to such lengths to bring you home? We've already investigated this thoroughly. The fact that he would choose you from among all his illegitimate daughters shows that he definitely values ​​you."

Wen Jiaojiao gave a sad smile:

"That's what everyone thinks, but now I suspect he's deliberately praising me to his detriment."

He acts all nice to me in public, then lures others into kidnapping me.

Actually, I know perfectly well how he treats me.

The man looked puzzled, then the drunken man waved his arm and said:

"Don't listen to her. She just wants us to let you go. Forget it. We didn't expect to let you go for nothing after we caught you today."

Wen Jiaojiao had no other choice but to say:

"Then you should send a letter to Jiang Peitian and see if he will pay the money."

One of the men stood up, grinning and chuckling:

"We'll definitely get the money, but we haven't really tasted the life of a rich heiress yet."

"Exactly. Anyway, I'm going to run away after making this deal, so having this experience makes my life worthwhile."

"But with so many of us, if each person plays once a day, can Miss's body handle it?"

Although the speaker's words were tinged with doubt, his tone was extremely lewd.

Wen Jiaojiao's heart leaped into her throat. If at first she was just afraid, now she felt a terrifying sense of impending doom. Her face was pale, and her shoulders trembled as she said:

"Actually, I have a bit of a problem."

The drunken man who approached let out a burp and said:

"Oh? What illness?"

"Sexually transmitted diseases."

Wen Jiaojiao concealed the sob in her voice, and using her usual rhetoric, she began to speak slowly and deliberately, leaving the others momentarily stunned:

“Before I was recognized by my family, I was forced to be with a man because of life’s circumstances. But that heartless man infected me with his ways.”

One of the bearded men said:

"How come we didn't know about this?"

Wen Jiaojiao explained:

"Do you know? Jiang Peitian would love to keep this a secret, how could he possibly reveal it? But I really don't want to infect you all with this disease."

The drunken man smashed a bottle and drove the fire down the avenue.

"Come on, you're just looking down on us guys, aren't you? We've seen plenty of women like you."

Just like my damned old woman, she ran off with another man because she thought I was poor.

Another man held his arm and comforted him:

"Brother Tiger, you're drunk. Why don't you go and sleep for a while?"

Li Hu shook off his hand and said unhappily:

"Sleep? I've been holding back for days. I have to have my hands on her today."

The man shouted:

"Alright, brothers, let Tiger go first."

"no problem."

"OK."

The men responded with lewd laughter, which made Wen Jiaojiao's heart sink to the bottom, and the tears she had been holding back burst forth.