In the morning, many colleagues came up to gossip, but she sent them all away.
Song Xingyao had already arranged to have An Ye conduct the second phase of the hypnotic recovery experiment today.
Because experiments cannot be based on excessively affecting the personal lives of the subjects, even the time spent erasing memories cannot be too long.
This is also the cruel part of the experiment: most of the things the participants decided to forget were extremely painful.
Erasing memories and forgetting pain and troubles will not help them solve their problems; on the contrary, it may cause them secondary harm.
This is also the solution that allowed the research lab to pass the evaluation because they agreed to provide free follow-up psychological counseling and treatment to the participants after the experiment.
Song Xingyao had all the equipment set up in advance and waited in the office for a while.
The agreed time is almost here, why hasn't anyone arrived yet?
Because An Ye arrived much earlier than the agreed time on the previous two occasions, it was inevitable that she would have some doubts.
But since the time hadn't come yet, it wasn't appropriate to rush it; however, a sense of unease began to rise within me.
Fifteen minutes after the agreed time, Song Xingyao picked up her phone and called An Ye.
The phone rang but no one answered until it ended.
Song Xingyao realized something was wrong and went outside to look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of An Ye.
She quickly called Fu Siming.
The person on the other end answered the phone quickly, "Hello!"
"Fu Siming! I can't get in touch with An Ye. Do you have any news about her? We were supposed to do the second phase of the experiment today, but she hasn't arrived at the lab yet, and I can't get through to her on the phone... I'm worried..."
An anxious voice came through, and Fu Siming hurriedly tried to calm her down, "Don't worry, I'll contact the people sent to protect her."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the landline next to him rang. Without even hanging up, Fu Siming quickly answered it.
"What? The person has been taken away? You go after them first, I'll send someone to follow you right away."
After hanging up the phone, he spoke to Song Xingyao, "She was taken away by Jiang Jiayao's men. I've already sent people to follow her. Stay in your office and don't leave without permission. I'm coming to find you now."
Now that Jiang Jiayao has come to An Ye's attention, he will soon find out that she has been to Song Xingyao's place.
"Okay... Waaah... You guys..."
A crisp knocking sound came from the other end of the phone, and Song Xingyao's voice gradually faded.
Fu Siming held his breath.
"Song Xingyao! Song Xingyao! If you dare to hurt her, I'll make you all pay with your lives!"
Fu Siming was unusually flustered, not expecting him to act so quickly.
Jiang-Jia-Yao——
He bit the name hard on his lips.
The documents on the table were overturned and scattered on the floor.
This was the scene that greeted Pei Jing when he entered; Fu Siming's reddened eyes were chilling to behold.
"Master Fu..."
He calmed down a bit.
"Song Xingyao was taken away by Jiang Jiayao's men. Have someone track down all the movements of the research institute. Are the copies ready? Give me the originals."
"yes."
The thick envelope contained the dirty corners that Jiang Jiayao had painstakingly tried to hide.
A cell phone rang in the quiet office, displaying the words "Jiang Jiayao".
He swipes the phone forcefully to answer, and the smug voice echoes through the office, intensifying the discomfort.
"Mr. Fu? It's been a long time. I would like to invite your wife to my humble abode. I hope you won't mind?"
The occasional cold laughter coming through the receiver was not as relaxed as he made his words.
"Jiang Jiayao, if you dare to hurt her, I will definitely take your life."
"Hahahaha..." Seemingly amused by his words, Jiang Jiayao let out a hearty laugh, which was quite unpleasant.
"How could that be? Mr. Fu, I am so grateful to Mrs. Fu for helping me erase that little thing's memory. But since you sent someone to her side, you should know that what I'm looking for is probably with you, Mr. Fu."
The envelope in his hand cracked loudly as he gripped it. "Where are you?"
Jiang Jiayao gave an address and added, "Don't bring any people you shouldn't, or I can't say what might happen."
The call was quickly disconnected.
Pei Jing heard everything on the phone and waited for Fu Siming's instructions.
"Go and take the rest of the things to Ang; he knows what to do."
"Master Fu, what about you? You're in too much danger!"
"Go now!" The cold gaze revealed a hint of impatience, and the unyielding tone made Pei Jing swallow his words, bow, and quickly leave.
When Song Xingyao woke up, her hands were tied behind her back, but there were no other restrictions.
It's as if the people who arrested him probably thought that even so, she wouldn't cause much trouble.
The reverse joint bindings made her unconsciously move her body and look around.
The room is filled with exquisite and high-quality mahogany, and the owner's prestige is hidden in these solid wooden pillars.
The door behind her opened, and she turned around awkwardly.
Unsurprisingly, it was Jiang Jiayao who arrested him.
This outcome, ironically, made Song Xingyao less afraid.
The fact that Jiang Jiayao went to such lengths to capture him suggests that the thing was far more important to him than he had imagined.
Her calm gaze fixed on the shrewd and cunning man before her, unconsciously accompanied by a flawless, hypocritical smile.
He then feigned anger and berated the people behind him: "How can you treat Madam Fu like this? She is my honored guest. Untie her now!"
The people following behind her bowed and scraped as they stepped forward to untie the shackles on her hands.
Song Xingyao then spoke up: "Where did you take her?" She was more worried about An Ye than herself, since An Ye was the one who had direct access to the evidence.
"Don't worry, she's next door, getting some rest."
With a calculating expression, he clapped his hands, and the wall next to him lit up, revealing a one-way mirror connecting to the next room.
Song Xingyao saw An Ye lying quietly on a cold bed, his limbs bound together, with his eyes closed.
"Speaking of which, I must thank Mrs. Fu for her superb hypnosis skills, which made her forget what she shouldn't have seen and forget that she slept with me. I was originally thinking of sleeping with her again to give her mother a large sum of money for treatment, but now you've saved me that money."
He casually uttered vulgar and insulting words, while simultaneously gleefully glorifying himself.
Then he whispered in Song Xingyao's ear, "Tell me, how should I thank you?"
His voice was like ice shards falling into your collar in winter, causing a strange, stinging sensation.
Song Xingyao felt the hot breath emanating from his mouth spraying onto her skin, making her feel nauseous.
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