After the waiter found out, he still complied with Jiang Hua's request. He led her to the back door, and Jiang Hua saw that the back door was obviously smaller than the front door and looked like the door of some small houses. She also understood why the waiter had said that.
After Jiang Hua came out, she walked in the direction the waiter had told her. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. Just as she was about to turn around, her mouth was immediately covered.
Jiang Hua struggled incessantly, then slowly smelled something, felt dizzy, and fainted.
When Jiang Hua woke up, she found herself in a place that looked like a warehouse. There was no one else around, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her bag, phone, and other belongings were also gone.
Knowing that she was probably kidnapped, Jiang Hua kept trying to eliminate the people who had kidnapped her.
As Jiang Hua guessed, a vague idea came to mind.
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
A man walked in, and upon seeing Jiang Hua's appearance, he laughed. He said, "You didn't expect that, did you!"
Jiang Hua was stunned when she saw him. She really hadn't expected that the person in front of her was the protagonist she had mentioned at the press conference a few days ago.
“I’ve been following you for days, and you haven’t left the house. Then today, I happened to run into you coming out of the back door of that coffee shop. If you had come out the front, I wouldn’t have dared to do anything. But you chose the back door, and it’s a secluded place.” The photographer stopped talking, only staring at Jiang Hua with undisguised hatred in his eyes.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be hiding when I go out now. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here now! It's all because of you!"
The photographer suddenly walked up and slapped Jiang Hua across the face.
Jiang Hua felt her face was a little swollen, but she didn't say anything, only feeling a bit regretful. She should have known better than to use the back door, but now all she had to do was figure out how to get out.
Seeing Jiang Hua's unmoved expression, the photographer continued, "You're quite the big shot! But you're still in my hands." He reached out and lifted Jiang Hua's face. "Not bad looking, huh? I wonder how it tastes?"
Jiang Hua felt a pang of unease upon hearing his words. She began to struggle, and the photographer slapped her hard across the face again.
The pain shot through her face, and for the first time, Jiang Hua felt regret—regret for coming out alone today. She hadn't brought anyone with her, but she didn't regret holding the press conference to expose this scumbag.
She struggled desperately, but to no avail. Seeing her like this, the photographer shoved her forcefully, saying sarcastically, "You think you can run? Let's see how you run today! I wonder if being a big star is any good."
As he spoke, he reached out to Jiang Hua and began to undress her.
Jiang Hua then felt afraid as the photographer's hand touched her body. She trembled uncontrollably, telling herself not to be afraid and forcing herself to calm down.
Suddenly, the photographer slapped her in the waist, yelling, "So you think you're so tough! Show me what you're tough for now! You were so smug at the press conference! Now show me what you're tough for! I'll make you beg for mercy under me today!"
Jiang Hua felt a little upset by the photographer's words. She wanted to cry but was also afraid, afraid that he would actually touch her.
She had no choice but to remain motionless, not daring to do anything more.
Seeing her like this, the photographer snorted coldly. "It would have been better if you had behaved earlier! Then you wouldn't have had to suffer!" With that, he loosened his grip on her clothes.
Jiang Hua's eyes darted around, thinking that this man might like docile people, and she pretended to obey, saying, "Big brother, it was my fault back then. You're so powerful, and I couldn't run away. Can you wait a moment and let me catch my breath?"
The photographer thought for a moment after hearing her say that. He then said, "Why should I give you a chance to breathe?"
Jiang Hua lowered her eyes and said meekly, "Because you're so powerful! I'm tied up by you now, and if you force yourself on me, I won't cooperate and it won't be comfortable for you to force me. Please let me rest for a bit, brother."
The photographer felt a sense of relief after hearing her words. He stopped shooting, thinking to himself with a touch of smug satisfaction, "Fine! You can't escape anyway."
Jiang Hua immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
After letting go, the photographer began walking around the warehouse, clearly unfamiliar with it. Jiang Hua's mind raced; she was anxious about what to do and how to get out of there.
Suddenly, she saw something. It was a small knife, a few meters away from her. And the photographer didn't seem to know where the knife was.
Thinking this, the photographer turned and stared at Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua didn't dare to look any longer and quickly looked down at the ground, panting heavily.
With the knife on her mind, Jiang Hua's legs were not bound, only her hands. She would need some external help to stand up.
She thought for a moment. Secretly, she scratched her anklet a few times with her fingernail, and feeling the liquid flowing, she cried out to the photographer, "Ouch!" A tear glistened in the corner of her eye.
The photographer walked over, looked at her fiercely, and said, "What tricks are you trying to pull? What did you do!"
Jiang Hua pretended to look aggrieved and uncomfortable as she looked at the photographer and said, "I don't know why, but my feet hurt a lot."
The photographer squinted at her for a moment, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of her words. Finally, he walked over and asked, "Which foot?"
Jiang Hua felt a surge of secret joy, but she didn't show it on her face. She lowered her head and said, "Right leg."
The photographer grabbed her right leg and, seeing the blood, asked in confusion, "How did this happen?"
Jiang Hua said softly, "I don't know, I felt a little pain when I woke up."
The photographer didn't speak, keeping his eyes fixed on Jiang Hua's face, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of her words. Finally, he helped her up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll look for something."
After he turned around, a sly glint flashed across Jiang Hua's face. While he walked away, she stealthily moved forward little by little. When he turned back, Jiang Hua looked at the ground with a sad expression.
The photographer, seemingly searching for something but unable to find it, said to Jiang Hua, "Don't even think about running away! Stay right here!"
Jiang Hua thought to herself, "Isn't that obvious? Why would I stay here with you if I didn't run away? Besides, you're ugly..."
Then Jiang Hua saw him open the door and walk out.
Jiang Hua was incredibly excited. She immediately went to the side, squatted down, and carefully picked up the small knife. She slowly cut the rope binding her. After cutting it, she became anxious. If she ran out and bumped into the photographer, she knew she couldn't outrun him. She paced back and forth.
Suddenly, she saw a box under the wall and quickly hid inside, closing it tightly. She could hear footsteps approaching from the doorway.
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