When Song Ping saw Qiao Yiyang come in, he panicked completely. Now it was a three-on-one situation, and he just wanted to finish quickly, get the money, and leave.
"Where's Fu Siming? Why isn't he here yet? Tell them all to get out of here, get the hell out of here!!!" He waved the knife around casually.
Bai Xiujin spoke up, "Calm down!!"
"Hurry up, call Fu Siming over here. If he's not here within five minutes, his wife and children will die!" His voice was trembling.
Qiao Yiyang noticed that Song Xingyao's tense body was starting to give way, with her upper body pressed against the windowsill.
Her lower body was leaning to support all her weight, and the clothes on her waist had been squeezed out of the windowsill, leaving a deep mark. Cold sweat was seeping from her face.
Qiao Yiyang stepped forward and pulled Qiao Yiming behind her before speaking, "How much do you want? I can give it to you first. All you want is money, right?"
Song Ping was amused by him, "Hahahaha... What a load of rubbish, are you trying to stall me again? You think you can just take two hundred million as you please?"
He quickly pulled out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote down the amount, signed his name, and presented it to Song Ping.
"Here's two hundred million. If you're worried about not being able to cash it in, I can find someone to transfer it into your account. You can put the knife down now."
He hesitated when he saw the man casually pull out such a large sum of money, and looked at the pale woman beside him with a mocking expression.
"Song Xingyao, you're really something. Two hundred million, and so many men are willing to pay that much for you. I underestimated you."
Just as he was hesitating about what to do, Fu Siming walked in from the crowd.
He coldly watched Song Ping's actions, his eyes radiating a chilling light like that of a demon from hell, his bloodless lips making him appear even more sinister.
When Song Xingyao saw his pale face, she sensed something was wrong. Even though he tried to straighten his back, he couldn't hide the pain, and his body tilted slightly to one side.
The cold sweat that had been seeping out earlier now turned into tears; he was injured.
Even though she was already exhausted, Song Xingyao still forced herself to stay conscious and looked into his eyes.
The moment their deep eyes met, Song Xingyao's tense heart finally relaxed; he had arrived.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the people outside were cleared out and taken away by his men.
Fu Siming looked at Song Xingyao's face and said, "I'm here. Don't be afraid."
She didn't dare to nod too much after hearing his few words, but they calmed her down a bit.
He held the card between his fingers and flung it toward the table, landing it precisely on the side where he was holding the knife.
"There are 200 million inside. Release them."
"Release her? Hahahaha, if I release her now, will I even survive? You have to let me go!" He seized the opportunity to voice his opinion, "Get me a car. Once I leave, I'll naturally release her."
He then tossed the key beside him.
Seeing the gold-embossed cards and luxury car keys on the ground, he finally relented. He grabbed Song Xingyao's hand and slowly squatted down.
Because of her pregnant belly, Song Xingyao had difficulty moving around, and from the friction, beads of blood had already seeped out from her neck.
But the throwing distance was perfectly timed; you couldn't catch it with your backhand, so you had to move the position or switch hands to hold the knife.
He rushed to reach the key and card, putting some distance between himself and Song Xingyao.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fu Siming quickly found a gap between the two, pulled Song Xingyao into his arms, and kicked Song Ping, who was squatting there, to the ground.
The dagger flew out of his hand, and he crashed into a shelf beside him, lying on the ground clutching his chest.
Song Xingyao collapsed to the ground, and blood seeped from the wound on Fu Siming's left shoulder, soaking his outer clothes, due to Song Xingyao's support and pulling.
But he seemed oblivious, reaching out to cover her neck, worried that the wound would be pulled and bleed more.
Qiao Yiyang called an ambulance and prepared to go forward to subdue Song Ping, who was standing to the side.
Before she could even get close, she saw the man who had been lying on the ground suddenly get up, a small blade gleaming in his hand, and lunge at Song Xingyao.
Song Ping knew he couldn't escape anymore. Hatred was overflowing from his eyes, and he shouted viciously, "If you want to die, then die together!"
Qiao Yiming saw this and shouted, "Brother, he has a knife!"
Bai Xiujin, who was standing nearby, quickly dodged over, but couldn't subdue him in time.
The dagger pierced his lower abdomen, leaving a ring of bright red blood around it.
The moment Song Ping's hand touched the blood, he withdrew it and was kicked down by Qiao Yiyang. He was pinned to the ground and quickly called the people outside to come in and arrest him.
His younger sister knelt beside Bai Xiujin, crying, while Song Xingyao and Fu Siming, who were standing nearby, were also stunned by the terrifying scene before them.
Fu Siming held Song Xingyao tightly, propping himself up with his elbows, while Bai Xiujin lay not far from them, clutching his stomach.
Qiao Yiming sobbed as she pressed on his wound; now only Qiao Yiyang could handle the scene.
The ambulance we just called will take Bai Xiujin, who was stabbed, and Song Xingyao, who is pregnant, to the hospital first.
He stayed at the scene, and when the police arrived, they took away everything they could.
They didn't even overlook the most remote and obscure places.
The two injured this time were the young master of the Bai family and the young master of the Fu family. He's really unlucky to be on duty like this.
Jiangcheng hadn't seen such a heinous incident in a long time. The police officer, thinking about his own overtime work, wished he could just throw Song Ping out the window right now…
After the police finished their on-site investigation and sealed the area, they took everyone back for questioning, including Qiao Yiyang.
Along the way, Qiao Yiyang stared at the bloodstains on the short knife in the evidence bag, pondering something in her mind.
When Fu Yao saw Song Xingyao and Bai Xiujin being carried out in the front hall, along with Fu Siming's panicked expression and Qiao Yiming's incessant crying, she assumed that Song Ping had succeeded.
But when the police arrived, she panicked. She couldn't let Song Ping live.
If he says anything to the police, he will be implicated.
She was deep in thought about how to get rid of the person right under the police's nose when Fu Bowen patted her on the shoulder from behind.
Startled, she turned around and saw that it was him. She pulled him to the bathroom and pleaded, "Please, help me."
She deliberately pressed her delicate body against the man, but he remained unmoved, looking down at her.
"Song Ping! Song Ping! Help me get rid of him!" she pleaded with the man in front of her.
"Why should I help you? Ha!" He curled his lips, enjoying the woman's eager gaze.
"I...I..." She didn't know how to start, so she leaned forward, wanting to kiss the man's thin lips.
But he turned his head away, saying, "Just because we were together before, and because I slept with you, I know you and Fu Siming don't get along. I can help you."
She spoke recklessly, without a trace of shame in her words.
She knew that the moment the man in front of her was willing to listen to her, it meant he was willing to help her, which is why she made no attempt to hide it.
Just like when she slept with Fu Siming behind his back, he wouldn't refuse her.
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