Jiang Yong'an quickly took out a rope and tied her up tightly before putting her in a sack.
He dragged the sack to the other side of the alley.
A van was already parked there.
Jiang Yong'an simply threw the sack up there.
Just as Jiang Yong'an's van drove away, a taxi stopped outside Yu Qian's clothing market.
Huo Beixiao hurriedly got out of the car; the clothing market was already closed.
He dialed the phone number on the sign.
The call was quickly disconnected after it was connected.
I dialed again, and the call was hung up again.
It wasn't until the tenth or so call that it finally connected, and a cold, irritable male voice came from the other end, "Hello."
Huo Beixiao said directly, "I'm looking for Yu Qian."
Upon hearing these four words, Gu Chen curled his lips in anger and looked at the woman he had thrown on the bed, her face streaked with tears.
This woman had been clamoring for a long time that she wanted to go out and find men, and that she wanted to find eight of them at once.
He hadn't expected her to be so bold.
He's still here. She was looking for a dog outside, and that's when she called.
Gu Chen sneered and said, "She's sleeping with me, she doesn't have time to answer your call."
Huo Beixiao was taken aback for a moment, realizing that the other party had misunderstood something.
He quickly said, "I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my wife. My wife, Yang Qiaoqiao, left with her and hasn't come home yet."
"Could you ask her for me where my wife is?"
Upon hearing Huo Beixiao's words, Gu Chen's face, which had been filled with anger and a fierce expression, instantly turned serious. "You mean Yang Qiaoqiao hasn't gone back yet?"
He didn't dare delay and quickly told Huo Beixiao in detail when and where he would pick up Yu Qian and separate from Yang Qiaoqiao.
After saying that, he added, "Mr. Huo, if you need my help with anything, please feel free to contact me."
Huo Beixiao responded and then hung up the phone.
"Splash—"
A bucket of cold water was poured over her head. When Yang Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Yong'an's ferocious face.
She was startled, but quickly calmed down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced around and realized she was in a dilapidated temple.
The temple was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, and you could see the signs of it being vandalized during the "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign years ago.
What is Jiang Yong'an's purpose in bringing her here?
Money or life?
She looked calmly at Jiang Yong'an and said, "Jiang Yong'an, you're out."
“Yes, I’m out.” Jiang Yong’an toyed with a gleaming fruit knife, his eyes fixed on Yang Qiaoqiao with a sinister glint.
Yang Qiaoqiao took a deep breath and continued, "You finally got out, you don't want to go back in, right?"
"You kidnapped me to get money, didn't you? Name your price, and I'll give you whatever you want."
"Oh--"
Jiang Yong'an stared at Yang Qiaoqiao with a sinister look, and suddenly pressed the knife in his hand against Yang Qiaoqiao's neck.
Immediately, a line of blood flowed down Yang Qiaoqiao's neck.
"Yang Qiaoqiao, do you think everyone cares about your few stinking coins!"
"Let me tell you, I don't want money, I want you dead! I want Huo Beixiao dead! I want everyone who harmed Ranran dead!"
Jiang Yong'an's knife tip pressed against Yang Qiaoqiao's flesh.
Yang Qiaoqiao could feel the icy chill of the knife tip. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she almost stopped breathing.
The hatred in Jiang Yong'an's eyes was almost tangible; he truly only wanted her dead!
Although she had long known that Jiang Yong'an's feelings for Jiang Yiran were unusual.
But she never expected that Jiang Yong'an would risk his life for Jiang Yiran.
Moreover, Jiang Yong'an was initially sentenced to ten years in prison, but he has only been out for two years.
Moreover, the timing of their appearance, coinciding with Jiang Yiran's execution, amplified Jiang Yong'an's hatred towards them, clearly indicating that it was intentional.
As for who is behind this, it goes without saying.
Yang Qiaoqiao pursed her lips, enduring the chill and pain on her neck, and said nothing more.
If Jiang Yong'an had other motives, she might still have something to say.
But Jiang Yong'an had only one goal: to kill her.
Anything she says will be in vain; it might even provoke Jiang Yong'an and hasten her death.
Jiang Yong'an held the fruit knife against her neck for a while, but instead of struggling or begging for mercy, she closed her eyes.
A sudden surge of irritation welled up inside him, and he tightened his grip. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Yang Qiaoqiao hissed softly in pain and gasped for breath.
She opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Yong'an with a somewhat cold expression. "What did I say? Beg you?"
If I begged you, would you let me go?
Looking at Yang Qiaoqiao's calm demeanor, Jiang Yong'an suddenly felt incredibly bored.
He tossed the knife in his hand aside.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Let you go? You're dreaming! When Huo Beixiao arrives, you two will both be buried with Ranran!"
Yang Qiaoqiao's heart tightened.
Therefore, Jiang Yong'an also wanted to use her to lure Huo Beixiao here.
At this moment, Jiang Yong'an took a gift bag off his dilapidated van.
It was the one that Gu Chen gave to Yang Qiaoqiao.
He took out all the cigarettes and alcohol, holding a cigarette in one hand and an alcohol bottle in the other.
With an indifferent expression that showed no regard for life or death, she said, "Jiang Qiaoqiao... no, I should call you Yang Qiaoqiao now."
"Yang Qiaoqiao, I'm not afraid to tell you, I've already planted detonators here beforehand, just waiting for Huo Beixiao to arrive. Then I'll take both of you down to apologize to Ranran."
Yang Qiaoqiao: ...
Her heart clenched even tighter; Jiang Yong'an herself had no intention of living.
In this situation, it would be extremely difficult for her to escape.
"Good cigarettes and good wine are just the same."
Jiang Yong'an smoked and drank, looking completely relaxed.
Yang Qiaoqiao subconsciously wanted to negotiate with Jiang Yong'an. She promised to keep him on a life of good cigarettes and alcohol as long as he released her.
But when she saw Jiang Yong'an's expression of enjoying life to the fullest before his death, she knew that this little bit of food was not enough to tempt him.
Her gaze fell on the wine bottle in Jiang Yong'an's hand.
His eyes darkened, and he finally decided to take a gamble.
She said, "Jiang Yong'an, it's pretty boring to just drink without any snacks."
How about I tell you a story to accompany your drinks?
Jiang Yong'an glanced at her and scoffed, "What? You think telling me a story will make me soften and let you go?"
You're dreaming!
Yang Qiaoqiao gave a bitter smile. "Fine, if you don't want to listen, then forget it."
After saying that, she simply closed her eyes to rest.
The blood from the wound on her neck had dried, but her face was pale, whether from fright or pain, it was hard to tell.
When Jiang Yong'an saw Yang Qiaoqiao's face, which bore a resemblance to his own, he didn't know why, but after taking a big gulp of wine, he said as if possessed, "Go ahead and say it, I'm listening."
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