The man and woman who kidnapped her in the toilet.
"Hey, who hired you to come here?" Yang Qingheng looked up.
"Hey, this time we've met someone who's not afraid of death," the man sneered, patting Yang Qingheng's cheek with his rough hand. The dampness carried a strong smell of sweat, making Yang Qingheng feel nauseous. "I'm not afraid to tell you, since you've meddled and intercepted my order, you should pay the price."
Accomplices of human traffickers?
Yang Qingheng squinted and sized up the two of them for a few seconds: "Big brother, all you've done is to make money. I have plenty of money. You can sell me for nothing. Let me go, and I'll give you 100,000 or 200,000 without a problem. I'm not worth that much."
The young woman turned to look at the man, her eyes clearly showing a hint of attraction.
The man gave her a cold look, shoved her aside, squatted down, grabbed Yang Qingheng's chin, and pulled a bottle of pills out of his pocket.
He sneered, "Put away your worthless money. My brother's life can't be compensated by ten or twenty thousand. I'll make you, you slut, live a life worse than death in the mountains for the rest of your life."
Yang Qingheng felt panicked and gritted her teeth.
The man pressed hard twice but failed to push the pill in. His eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly slammed his knee into her stomach.
Yang Qingheng felt so much pain that her vision went black and her body convulsed twice.
The man chuckled, roughly stuffed two pills into her mouth, covered her lips with one hand, grabbed her hair with the other, and shook her violently a few times like he was handling cargo. Yang Qingheng could even hear the sound of her own joints turning.
He choked so hard his vision went white, and the pill in his throat couldn't help but slide down his esophagus.
"Just play around a bit, don't kill yourself, or it'll be difficult to handle later." The woman said coldly to the man, then walked outside and closed the warehouse door behind her.
The man waved his hand impatiently.
A hot body pressed down on her. At first, Yang Qingheng was conscious enough to resist and prevent him from getting closer. However, the drug in her body soon took effect, and her consciousness began to drift.
Yang Qingheng's sense of crisis intensified, and she bit her tongue, the sharp pain barely restoring a bit of her clarity.
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"Did Yang Qingheng call you this afternoon?" Tang Bainian tried calling Yang Qingheng several times, but no one answered. His heart sank.
Sun Rong was startled when she suddenly received a phone call late at night. She sat up and shook her head: "No, Qing Heng hasn't called me since she went on her business trip. What happened?"
Tang Bainian shook his head: "I called her several times but no one answered. I'll have someone check it out later."
He gave a few instructions and then hung up the phone.
Just as he grabbed his coat and was about to leave, Mu Xiaoxiao rushed in from outside, her face pale: "Brother, Mom fainted and is in the hospital now."
Tang Bainian's expression changed, and he grabbed his car keys and rushed out: "Which hospital?"
Mu Xiaoxiao caught up with him: "City Central Hospital. Dad said she suddenly fainted after eating, and we still don't know what's wrong."
At the same time, his phone rang. Tang Bainian answered the call, and Secretary Qian's voice came through: "Deputy Director, I asked the hotel over there. Madam did check in at the hotel this afternoon and stayed there all afternoon. She was probably tired and wanted to rest there. She may have fallen asleep and didn't see the call."
"I understand." Tang Bainian nodded, relieved, his mind still on the hospital, and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
hotel.
Song Hengjue stood at the front desk holding his ID: "You're saying that Yang Qingheng booked a room here and hasn't left the room since?"
“Yes, sir.” The woman took the banknotes he handed her and nodded.
Song Hengjue frowned, feeling uneasy, and stuffed a few more banknotes into her hand: "Which room is it in? Let me go up and take a look."
The woman stared wide-eyed at the thick wad of banknotes, her suspicions about the two men's motives growing even stronger.
He gritted his teeth and returned the money: "Sir, it was already unreasonable of me to tell you that lady's check-in information. I can't do such a thing."
If someone dies, she will be an accomplice, and her life will be ruined.
"I really know her, look at my ID if you don't believe me!" Song Hengjue said anxiously, taking out the old marriage certificate from his pocket.
However, the receptionist was not easily fooled. After looking at him carefully, she became even more suspicious: "Sir, you're divorced now, so I can't let you upstairs."
If it's because he had some conflict with his ex-wife and is seeking revenge, she can't bear that responsibility.
"Heng-ge, calm down," Fang Nan frowned, feeling that he was too agitated, and advised him, "Yang Qingheng has already checked in, which means that she is perfectly fine. You are just making wild guesses based on your feelings. Besides, if she knew that you followed her here, she would definitely accuse you of stalking her."
"You don't know anything!" Song Hengjue retorted.
It's the dead of winter, and it's raining. Yang Qingheng hates this kind of weather the most. She wishes she could run far away and take a train to the south overnight. How could she possibly stay here for one night?
There's no cooperation to be discussed, and there's no scenery to see, so what's she doing here!
Fang Nan was frightened by him and shut up obediently.
Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table, and angrily confronted the receptionist: "My wife has asthma. You said it yourself, she hasn't left the house all afternoon. What if something happens to her inside? Can you bear to watch her die? If you don't believe me, you can have security guards follow me upstairs!"
The receptionist hesitated, but then, remembering it involved a human life, her heart softened, and she nodded.
Ignoring the security guards behind him, Song Hengjue rushed upstairs, swiped open the door, and found the room empty, the bed neatly made, but there was no sign of human presence. His expression changed.
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Yang Qingheng's mouth tasted sweet and metallic; it was the taste of blood.
The man's scent carried a foul stench, making her stomach churn.
Seeing that she had no strength left to struggle, the man laughed triumphantly: "If you had been this obedient from the beginning, it would have been fine." He reached out and ripped open her coat.
Hearing a woman scream from inside, Song Hengjue's breath caught in his throat, and his blood rushed to his head. He kicked open the warehouse door, and when he saw the scene inside, his heart stopped for a moment.
He took off his coat and covered Yang Qingheng's head with it.
He then grabbed the man being held by the police and punched him several times in the face.
The sound of fists landing was so loud it made your teeth ache, but for a moment no one stepped forward to stop them.
With her mouth full of blood, Yang Qingheng gasped for breath like a dying fish. But when she saw Song Hengjue's familiar face, her panicked heart calmed down instantly.
Song Hengjue was blinded by rage. The man on the ground was barely breathing. The police, fearing he might actually kill him, rushed over to stop him.
"Qingheng." Song Hengjue abandoned the man, rushed over and knelt down in front of Yang Qingheng. He looked down at her face, reached out to hug her and comfort her, but looking at her body covered in wounds, he was at a loss like a child, afraid of touching any of the wounds.
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