The hotel entrance was shrouded in darkness.
Jingmin stood there, his finger swiping across his phone screen again and again, but the call still wouldn't go through.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of disgust flashing across them, but still dialed a number.
The phone was answered after one ring.
Jing Min gave a simple command,
"Send me Yang Jinchu's phone number."
He hung up after saying that.
The other side acted quickly, and a string of numbers was sent over.
Without hesitation, he dialed the number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
Jingmin spoke up directly.
Is Yangyang with you?
"I'm warning you—if you dare do anything to her..."
What are you saying?
Yang Jinchu interrupted him impatiently.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Jingmin almost gritted his teeth.
"Let Yangyang answer the phone!"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a deep voice.
"Did you two have a fight?"
What's wrong with Yangyang?
Jing Min looked at the dim streetlights in the distance, his voice faltering slightly.
"She's not with you?"
A sudden, ominous premonition rose in my heart.
She was all alone, in this foreign land, if something really happened...
When Yang Jin, on the other end of the phone, heard Jing Min ask this question, she also realized that something was wrong.
What's wrong with Yangyang?
"Say something! What happened?"
Jing Min's face was extremely gloomy, and he hung up the phone abruptly.
He turned around and rushed out of the hotel.
The wound on his leg was tearing with pain, but he seemed oblivious to it, and ran wildly along the road.
He ran for several dozen meters before suddenly stopping, panting, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He suddenly realized how foolish he had been.
At this point, acting impulsively is pointless.
He forced himself to calm down, suddenly pulled out his phone, and dialed Yan Zhou's number.
"Find someone immediately and track her possible whereabouts throughout the entire process."
After saying that, he turned around and rushed back into the hotel, stumbling straight to the front desk.
"I need to see the security camera footage at the entrance, right now!"
——
A black car slowly came to a stop in front of a white villa overlooking the sea.
The car door was opened, and a salty sea breeze rushed in, but there was no movement inside the car.
Chu Wuyang lay back in the back seat, eyes closed, body slightly tilted, long hair loose, like a silent sculpture.
Her face was turned outward, her expression indifferent, her eyelashes thick and serene, as if she were asleep, her whole body exuding rejection.
Zhou Heng stood outside the car, looking down at her.
He wasn't in a hurry; in fact, a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he had already gotten used to her resistance.
He spoke in a gentle tone.
"Get off the bus."
The woman's brow furrowed slightly, as if bothered by mosquitoes.
Impatiently, she changed her posture, turned around, and faced away from him.
It's just like a cat that's too lazy to talk to people.
The car was completely silent.
The two remained locked in this stalemate for a short while.
Zhou Heng sighed, his tone indulgent, and said in a low voice,
"It's not impossible for you to sleep in the car. It's just... the car isn't as comfortable as the big bed in the villa."
Chu Wuyang remained unresponsive, not moving an inch.
But inwardly, he sneered.
She's not stupid.
Getting off the bus now—what's the difference between that and obediently walking into a wolf's den?
What she needed to do was simple—buy time, the longer the better, as long as she could hold out until Jingmin found her.
Zhou Heng looked at her, his voice low and firm.
"Wuyang, it was not easy for me to bring you back this time."
"So... letting you go is impossible."
He paused, his expression becoming more serious.
"Of course, I promise you, if you don't want to, I will never touch you."
Chu Wuyang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm.
"What exactly is Old Master Jin's purpose in having you arrest me?"
Although Zhou Heng is an utterly wicked person, based on her limited contact with him...
This person is a man of his word.
Now he says he won't ruin her reputation—but what about Mr. Jin? Will he allow it?
"What exactly is Mr. Jin's purpose in having you arrest me?"
Zhou Heng lowered his eyes and gently shook his head.
“I don’t know. He only said, ‘Give me a chance to take you away.’”
Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment.
She didn't believe that this "taking away" would be without any backup plan.
If Grandpa Jin really only wants her to disappear from Jingmin's side,
He has a thousand more efficient and discreet ways.
Why bother with Zhou Heng and going to such lengths to stage a "kidnapping"?
The only reasonable explanation is that it was a misunderstanding.
To create the illusion in Jing Min's eyes: that she went with Zhou Heng voluntarily.
But that doesn't make sense either.
She had already explained the misunderstanding in Switzerland; her disgust for Zhou Heng was practically written all over her face.
Jing Min couldn't possibly not see it, could he?
She looked at Zhou Heng, her eyes turning cold.
Are you really content to be a pawn?
Zhou Heng gave a bitter smile, a mocking and self-deprecating curve appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not."
"Grandpa Jin saved me... From that moment on, I was already in a position."
He spoke softly, yet his words carried the weight of a muffled thunderclap.
This game of chess is too vast; he is merely a piece on the board, moved around at will.
"Wuyang, even if this chess piece isn't me, it will be someone else,"
"At least...at least I truly love you and won't hurt you,"
"Old Master Jin is determined to separate you and Jing Min. He's shrewd and has always had a backup plan. It's not something you or I can easily guess his intentions,"
"Even Jing Min is no match for him. You can only be truly at peace if you separate from Jing Min; otherwise, Old Master Jin won't stop."
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