Upon learning that Lu Zhiwei was trapped, Jiang Zhan and Luo Wuyan rushed to the entrance of the Su family villa.
Jiang Zhan, who was stopped outside the cordon, called Liu Changqing over and said he could think of a way.
Liu Changqing sized up the boy in front of him, who still looked quite young. "Are you Lu Zhiwei's younger brother?"
"Well, my specialty is architectural design. I want to find a breakthrough from the building's blueprints and see where I can start digging into the basement."
Liu Changqing was well aware of Lu Zhiwei's talents, and her younger brother Jiang Zhan was naturally no less capable.
He patted Jiang Zhan on the shoulder: "Keep it up, rescue your sister as soon as possible."
Jiang Zhan, carrying his laptop, entered the Su family villa, which was cordoned off with police tape, together with Luo Wuyan.
Inside the hospital.
Shen Jinmo, who stayed by Su Ziheng's side every step of the way, became increasingly agitated.
He had never been so dedicated to caring for anyone at their bedside before, but Su Ziheng had become the first.
It wasn't because he was so important, but because it concerned Lu Zhiwei's safety.
With each passing minute, Lu Zhiwei's danger increased.
Seeing that Su Ziheng had not woken up for a long time, he had completely lost his patience.
"Go get a knife," Shen Jingmo instructed Lin Jing, who was standing to the side.
Lin Jing stood ramrod straight, his body tense: "President Shen, President Su is already in this state, are you going to add insult to injury?"
"Pain will help him wake up as soon as possible."
The anesthesia has now worn off, but he shows no signs of waking up.
He didn't have much time to wait for him, and Lu Zhiwei didn't have much time to wait for him either.
“Using a knife would make the murder weapon too obvious and inevitably draw criticism. Otherwise, I’ll go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and apply for a set of acupuncture for Su Ziheng to see if I can wake him up.” Lin Jing’s mind was racing.
No wonder Shen Jinmo chose her as his senior special assistant from among all the top students.
"That's a good idea, go quickly."
After a morning of work by the traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Su Ziheng was covered in acupuncture needles, but he still did not wake up.
Shen Jinmo could no longer contain herself. She rushed to the bedside, grabbed Su Ziheng by the collar of his hospital gown, and said, "Wake up! Do you hear me? Otherwise, I'll go to the Lu family hospital, take your son out of that incubator, and kill him."
Shen Jinmo was just trying to scare Su Ziheng.
He can endure physical pain, but he may not be able to endure the pain of losing a child.
Not long after he finished speaking, Su Ziheng's fingers twitched, as if he might be waking up.
Shen Jinmo pressed her advantage: "I will have the doctor turn off the power to the incubator and stop giving him milk, so that he will gradually lose his vitality and become a cold corpse."
"don't want……"
Su Ziheng was terrified and suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
Shen Jinmo's wicked scheme succeeded, and a thin, cold smile appeared on his lips. "Finally awake?"
Su Ziheng composed himself and looked at Shen Jinmo with a guilty conscience.
"Why didn't Song Anran stab you to death? She treated you like this, and you still help her, trapping my beloved woman in your basement. Tell me! How do you open the secret door?"
Shen Jinmo grabbed his collar and pulled him off the hospital bed, not caring that he was a patient who had just undergone surgery.
Su Ziheng grabbed his hands and kept begging for mercy: "The secret door requires my fingerprint to open. Just take me to the scene and I'll open it for you."
"If I don't force you to wake up, are you planning to let them both die in there?"
"How could that be? No one should die except your Mrs. Shen."
A few words lessened Shen Jinmo's anger somewhat.
They forcibly pulled Su Ziheng off the bed and dragged him outside.
On the way to the hospital.
Shen Jinmo sat in the back seat. Su Ziheng was still wearing a hospital gown and looked like he had been kidnapped. He didn't dare to move at all. The atmosphere in the car was oppressive, and he didn't dare to breathe.
They were afraid of offending Shen Jinmo, this great Buddha, again.
Shen Jinmo picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Lu Zhiwei.
【wait for me. 】
He knew that Lu Zhiwei might not receive it at all, but he still wanted to tell her.
He was doing everything in his power to rescue her from danger.
Over in the basement.
Song Anran's face was already swollen from being slapped.
Her cheekbones were swollen very high, and her lips had also become much thicker.
Looking at her face, Lu Zhiwei was quite satisfied with the work she had created with her fan.
Song Anran collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state.
They had lost all ability to fight against Lu Zhiwei.
Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms, leaned her back against the wall, and quietly closed her eyes.
Rumble.
Suddenly, a loud bang.
The wall behind Lu Zhiwei suddenly moved.
She immediately dodged away.
The shaking wall collapsed, revealing a retractable door that had been sealed inside. It was now being opened.
Song Anran thought it was Shen Jinmo who had arrived, and her gaze fell on the door that was shaking.
He's here.
They also came to rescue Lu Zhiwei and get her away.
How could they care whether she lived or died?
Just like Song Anran thought, Lu Zhiwei also assumed that Shen Jinmo had come up with a way to open the door.
After the gate was raised, the passageway opened wide.
A black sedan drove up from the opposite direction.
Looking down the passage, Lu Zhiwei discovered the secret.
The passageway led to a villa next to the Su family villa. The two villas were connected by a basement, and cars could drive in from the garage.
The car was parked in the empty basement.
The car window slowly rolled down.
A handsome, striking, and deep-set mixed-race face came into Lu Zhiwei and Song Anran's view.
Lu Zhiwei stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
She knew him because of this person.
The car pulled up beside Lu Zhiwei, and the man asked her arrogantly in fluent English, "Ms. Lu, after all these years, are you still willing to change your answer?"
She had already given this answer to the person in front of her before she returned to her country.
Since then, he has never appeared in her life again.
Why did he suddenly appear out of nowhere today?
Lu Zhiwei stood firm in place and said resolutely and exceptionally, "The answer I gave back then is still the answer I give now."
"Very good, I hope you won't regret it." The man drove the car forward and pulled up next to Song Anran.
Lying prone on the ground, Song Anran pointed to herself in surprise: "You're willing to save me?"
The person in front of me is a household name abroad.
Such a powerful figure was actually willing to save her.
“Miss Lu is ungrateful and insists on being my enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Friend, get in the car.”
Song Anran glanced at Lu Zhiwei smugly, got up from the ground, and opened the car door: "Can I drive it myself?"
"Suit yourself." The other person politely stepped aside from the driver's seat and got out of the car.
Lu Zhiwei absolutely will not allow Song Anran to be rescued again.
He rushed over to try and stop him.
Even if it means a fight to the death with Song Anran.
One hand grabbed Song Anran's arm and pulled her backward forcefully.
A dark gun was pressed against Lu Zhiwei's forehead: "I was born in a country where people can kill with guns at will. How ugly would it be if a bloody hole appeared on such a beautiful face as Miss Lu?"
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