She had cried herself dry in three years, but now she was in tears again.
"Stop talking, please stop talking!"
Qiao Zhixian fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
The overwhelming anger and extreme unwillingness intertwined and tore at her soul.
Even though the woman being held hostage is thirty years old, she is still as radiant as a girl. She is wearing an expensive dress and enjoying everyone's blessings in this six-star hotel.
Today is also her birthday!
But she can only stay in prison and wait for death to come!
Why? Why?
Qiao Zhixian's resentful gaze swept towards Yao's mother who was kneeling on the ground, and met her equally resentful gaze.
Yao's mother suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards her, raising her hand and slapping Qiao Zhixian hard.
"It's all because of you, bitch. You've lost face online and forced Qingqing to stay abroad for three years. She just came back, and you've got her kidnapped. It's all your fault!"
Yao's mother's shrill voice was like a bucket of gasoline poured over Qiao Zhixian's head, fueling the already uncontrollable flames of anger even more.
Her head was slapped to the side, her eyes were as sinister as a demon, and her hands, which were supporting herself on the ground, were clenched into fists.
Zhou Bingchen had just noticed Yao's mother's sudden action, but did not try to stop her.
He just glanced at the windows in every corner of the banquet hall.
It was discovered that the position where Ji Linting was standing was the blind spot of all snipers.
Zhou Binchen exchanged a glance with the negotiation expert beside him, and his gaze finally fell on Ji Linting's face. With a cold expression, he spoke to him for the first time in several years.
"If you let her go, I'll be your hostage!"
Yao Qingqing, who was trembling and crying just now, suddenly turned into sobbing softly with tears on her face filled with gratitude when she heard Zhou Bingchen's words.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm already very happy that you can come to my birthday party. Please don't be a hostage for me. This is none of your business..."
"Shut up!"
Ji Linting interrupted her and yelled at Zhou Bingchen, "Zhou Bingchen, I didn't ask you to come here to be a hero and save the damsel in distress. I want to ask you, after Chu Yuan died three years ago, have you seen her? Is she still alive and well? Where did you hide her?"
Zhou Bingchen tightened his hands at his side, staring at him calmly as if he were looking at a dead object. "Do you think Chu Yuan, who loves freedom so much, will let me hide?"
"I want her to be alive more than you do!"
His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ji Linting's head, extinguishing the last bit of hope in his eyes.
But Qiao Zhixian, who was standing by, brightened up when she heard this, and there was an incredible light in her eyes as she looked at Ji Linting.
It turns out that she is not the only one in this world who remembers Qiao Chuyuan, who is clearly dead but still standing alive in front of them.
"Ji Linting, do you want to know why Qiao Chuyuan, who was clearly dead three years ago, is still alive and wants to get a marriage certificate with you?"
Qiao Zhixian slowly stood up from the ground, pointed at the lounge behind the banquet hall, and said to Ji Linting with a sinister and strange smile, "As long as you come in with me, I will tell you the truth!"
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