Shen Meiyan calmly uttered a sentence, "You can ask my dad for fifty million now." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was full of confidence and determination. She had recently secretly investigated Shen Yanshan and knew that he currently had around fifty million in liquid funds. Asking for more might drive Shen Yanshan crazy, while asking for less wouldn't be worthwhile for her.
Xiaoling gasped upon hearing the number. She hadn't expected Shen Meiyan to know so much about Shen Yanshan's situation and dare to make such a high demand. A wave of panic washed over her; she didn't know whether she should continue with the plan.
However, when she saw Shen Meiyan's confident gaze, she suddenly realized something: whether she liked it or not, she was already involved in this conspiracy. The only way out now was to do as Shen Meiyan asked and protect herself as much as possible.
So she nodded. "Okay, I'll do as you ask." Her voice trembled slightly, but it was full of determination and resolve. She knew she had no way out.
“But how can I prevent your father from becoming suspicious? After all, fifty million is no small sum.” Xiaoling pursed her lips, a hint of unease in her eyes. She knew that this amount of money was huge, and it wouldn’t be easy to keep Shen Yanshan from becoming suspicious.
Shen Meiyan seemed to have anticipated Xiaoling's doubts. She explained calmly, "Just say you've been kidnapped. The bodyguard will be holding up the phone for you in a bit." Her tone revealed confidence and composure, as if she had made thorough preparations.
As she spoke, Shen Meiyan clapped her hands, and a woman carrying a suitcase walked in. Xiaoling frowned as she looked at the unfamiliar woman. She didn't recognize this woman, and the fewer people who knew, the safer she would be. A sense of unease welled up inside her; she wondered what Shen Meiyan was up to.
However, Shen Meiyan seemed oblivious to Xiaoling's unease. She continued to explain, "She's the makeup artist I found. Don't worry, she'll make you look like you've suffered a lot." Shen Meiyan's tone revealed an undeniable firmness, as if she had made thorough preparations.
Xiaoling looked at Shen Meiyan, a wave of panic washing over her. She didn't know whether she should trust this woman. But she also knew she had no other choice. So, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Shen Meiyan looked at Xiaoling, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. She knew she had successfully persuaded Xiaoling. Then, she continued, "I suppose in my father's heart, you and the child in your womb are the most important. Besides, I've investigated you. My father wanted to buy you a house and things like that, but you refused. My father must think you're with him without wanting anything in return, so he naturally feels more sorry for you. Because of these premises, he won't suspect that you lied to him."
Furthermore, you must tell him that the person who kidnapped you knows your child is his, and if he doesn't give it to you, expose him and ruin his reputation. During his last live stream, Shen Yanshan marketed his image as a good husband and father, gaining a lot of goodwill and profits. If people find out this time, given his prideful nature, he'll be frantic with worry.
Shen Meiyan smiled confidently and said to the makeup artist, "Hurry up, don't delay things."
The afternoon sun streamed through the window into the room as the makeup artist meticulously applied various pigments and cosmetics to Xiaoling's face. Her technique was skilled and precise, each stroke perfectly creating the appearance of someone ravaged by violence.
Xiaoling sat in front of the mirror, watching her face gradually become unfamiliar. Her hair was haphazardly grabbed and piled on her head, the once smooth strands now appearing rough and disheveled. Her face was red and swollen, as if she had just been brutally beaten, and the bruises around her eyes and cheekbones were particularly shocking.
What chilled Xiaoling most was the half-dried bloodstains remaining at the corner of her mouth. The makeup artist had applied fresh chicken blood to her face with a special pigment; the bright red contrasted sharply with her pale complexion, sending shivers down one's spine. The pungent smell of blood mingled with the fragrance of cosmetics, filling the air with a strange sense of oppression and dread.
The makeup artist looked at Xiaoling and nodded in satisfaction. She knew that this makeup was enough to convince Shen Yanshan that Xiaoling had truly been kidnapped and abused.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Xiaoling felt a complex mix of emotions.
"Very good." Shen Meiyan walked over with satisfaction, stood in front of Xiaoling, and carefully examined her face. She gently stroked the bruises and bloodstains on Xiaoling's face, as if admiring a carefully crafted work of art. "There should be no problem now. Later, we'll change her into some coarse cloth clothes so she looks more pitiful, and my dad will feel even more pity for her."
"Let's do it once." Shen Meiyan sat down in the chair and directed Xiaoling to begin her performance. Her eyes revealed a sense of anticipation and excitement, as if she were waiting for a wonderful show.
Once everything was ready, Xiaoling shrank to the ground, looking at Shen Meiyan with terrified eyes.
"No, that's not enough." Shen Meiyan frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Xiaoling's performance. "You need to shed some tears, and look down to show your extreme fear." Her tone revealed dissatisfaction and criticism, as if Xiaoling's performance was far from meeting her requirements.
After dozens of rehearsals, Xiaoling finally met Shen Meiyan's requirements. Her eyes, movements, and even breathing became just right, as if she had really experienced a terrifying kidnapping and torture.
"Quickly! Quickly video call my dad!" Shen Meiyan impatiently directed the people around her. Her face was beaming with the joy of victory, as if she could already see her plan succeed.
The video call connected quickly. Shen Yanshan answered immediately, his anxious voice coming through the phone. "Xiaoling, where have you gone?!" His voice was filled with worry and anxiety.
Xiaoling looked at the camera, and the moment she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her acting was at its peak; she got into character in a second. "Ashan!" she cried out, as if she had truly suffered immense shock and harm.
"Xiaoling, what happened to you?" Shen Yanshan looked at Xiaoling's bruised face with astonishment, his eyes filled with shock and anger. "Xiaoling, where are you?! I'm coming to save you right now!"
"Ah Shan, they want fifty million! They know my child is yours! Ah Shan, help me!" Xiao Ling cried out, her voice filled with despair and a desperate plea for help. She knew that only by making Shen Yanshan believe that she was truly in danger could she get him to act according to her demands.
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