Jing Min left with Yun Yang without looking back!
Chu Wuyang watched quietly without any reaction.
Soon, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and she lost all light.
She was completely manipulated, like a soulless puppet.
There was no resistance, no struggle, and even the expression disappeared, as if the person had been completely hollowed out.
A few low, lewd laughs reached my ears, mixed with nauseating teasing.
Cheng-ge's repulsive lips curled into a mocking smile, his tone flippant:
"Mrs. Jing, oh no, shouldn't I call you Miss Chu now? Don't be too sad,"
"President Jing's mistress is pregnant, it's only a matter of time before you step down."
He paused,
He deliberately lowered his voice, with a hint of mockery:
"But don't be scared. We may be weirdos, but we don't actually have the ability to hurt you. We'll just blindfold you to scare you, and it'll be over in a minute!"
Fa-zai next to him couldn't help but feel a little nervous and lowered his voice:
"Brother Cheng, this woman is still President Jing's wife, no matter what. What if he changes his mind?"
"If he investigates, won't we all be doomed?"
Cheng Ge frowned, his eyes turned cold, and he interrupted him directly:
"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"
"You think you're a saint if you don't take advantage of something that's offered to you for free?"
"Can those street vendors compare to a rich young lady's stuff?"
"We finally get to enjoy a bit of nobility, and look at how cowardly you all are! You deserve to never be real men!"
Someone nearby, unconvinced, frowned:
"What did you say?"
Before the words were even finished, there was a loud bang...
Suddenly, the sounds of fighting erupted from the room.
The dull thud of fists colliding with bodies, the shouts of anger...
The sounds of pushing and shoving filled the air.
Chu Wuyang was blindfolded and could only hear the sounds, but could not make out what was happening.
She was like a discarded straw, carelessly tossed aside, not participating in the argument.
They don't care about the outcome.
Until one moment, the room suddenly became quiet.
The silence was so profound it hurt your eardrums, as if the previous chaos had been nothing but an illusion.
But Chu Wuyang knew that this silence meant another danger was approaching.
She could sense that someone's presence was slowly approaching, carrying a strong sense of oppression.
What's the meaning?
Is this person the ultimate "victor"?
And she was the "prize" in their struggle?
Thinking of this, a faint, cold smile appeared on Chu Wuyang's lips.
The smile was desolate and filled with despair.
Since it is destined to become someone's "spoils of war"
So, having a small number of people is always a good thing.
"Mrs. Jing is truly a remarkable woman!"
A deep voice broke the silence, tinged with mockery and sarcasm.
"At a time like this, you can still laugh?"
Chu Wuyang pinched her thigh, trying to use the pain to wake herself up.
Her voice was a little hoarse, but incredibly firm:
"Stop talking nonsense and let's finish this quickly."
She straightened her back, refusing to show any weakness even when she was in the abyss.
The man's voice was rough and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation as he spoke coldly:
"Why don't you beg me? If you beg me, I'll let you go and give you the antidote."
Through the black cloth covering his eyes, Chu Wuyang moved his head blankly, trying to discern his intentions from the voice, but his tone remained calm:
Did your older brother allow you to do this?
The man laughed, a low laugh tinged with danger, and slowly said:
"You must have heard that, right? I've taken care of him. Now I'm in charge here."
His tone softened, but every word felt like a hammer blow to her heart:
"So, why don't you beg me?"
Chu Wuyang turned her head away, even though the effects of the medicine had already made her body tremble and feel weak.
But her eyes, though covered by a black cloth, still showed determination.
In the silent air, she gritted her teeth, refusing to utter any words of weakness.
A moment of silence fell over the room.
The man approached slowly, his steps heavy, each one seeming to declare his control.
Chu Wuyang's nose twitched slightly as a strange scent wafted towards her.
It was a coarse, pungent tobacco aroma. The sound was also unfamiliar upon closer inspection.
"Don't come any closer!"
She instinctively stepped back, her voice trembling, yet still carrying a hint of determination.
The man watched her retreat in a panic, and laughed, a laugh tinged with a certain interest.
"What, are you scared?"
"Where did that indomitable spirit go? I really thought you were a heroine."
He deliberately moved closer, almost whispering in her ear:
"Did you just mistake me for Jingmin?"
Chu Wuyang's whole body was resisting. With her hands bound, she could only move backward little by little with her knees and feet, trying to find a way out.
The man stood up lazily, kicking at the debris on the ground with his toes as if picking out a toy, and repeated with a sneer:
“Jingmin, he has already left with his little lover, without even glancing back at you.”
"Only I can decide your fate now... So, are you going to beg me or not?"
Chu Wuyang's mind was in complete chaos.
Not Jingmin?
Her body was burning hot from the effects of the medicine.
But her heart felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. She bit her lip, her voice hoarse, almost a forced sound from her throat:
"I... I beg you."
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