After Qian Rou left, Lin Wan picked up her wine glass, a hint of apology on her face, and said softly, "Rou Rou has always been this impulsive and impulsive, please don't take it to heart! I apologize to you on her behalf."
A blush rose on Lin Wan's cheeks, as captivating as the sunset.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Wang Hu's handsome face, and recalling what Qian Rou had just said, a ripple of emotion welled up in her heart.
At that moment, Lin Wan's heart pounded wildly, as if struck by a playful deer. Her body seemed to lose control, involuntarily leaning towards Wang Hu, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Wang Hu was clearly surprised that Lin Wan would take the initiative to explain for Qian Rou.
However, what surprised him even more was that his sixth sense told him that Lin Wan seemed to be in a more cheerful mood after Qian Rou left.
Wang Hu smiled slightly and said cheerfully, "It's alright, sister-in-law, I understand she's busy!"
At the same time, Qian Rou had already walked out of the villa and headed straight for a black Santana parked by the roadside.
A person wearing a black hoodie was sitting in the driver's seat of the Santana. He was not only wearing a mask, but also had the brim of his hood pulled down so that it was difficult to see his face.
When she saw Qian Rou get into the car, she called out softly, "Sister Rou!"
The clear voice clearly indicated that it belonged to a girl!
Qian Rou got into the car, closed the door, and then turned to the man and said, "Xiao Guo, once you've finished this, you should hurry up and go abroad!"
Hearing this, Xiao Guo was clearly surprised and quickly asked, "Huh? Sister Rou, aren't you leaving?"
Wang Hu's image kept appearing in Qian Rou's mind. This man, whom she had only met twice, was so unforgettable to her.
She couldn't help but ask herself, why was that? Perhaps it was because of his unique temperament, perhaps it was because of the tenderness he inadvertently revealed, or perhaps it was because of the passionate entanglement that night.
"I'm not leaving for now!"
The atmosphere in the villa was somewhat subtle tonight. Wang Hu and Lin Wan's seating arrangement had subtly changed; they were now sitting side by side, and the distance between them seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Meanwhile, Lin Wan was complaining to Wang Hu about Song Mingyuan. She poured out her grievances, feeling that Song Mingyuan had blamed her entirely for their child's congenital heart disease, and that he had rarely come home since their child's death.
Wang Hu listened quietly, then reached out and gently pulled Lin Wan into his arms.
He gently comforted her, "Sister-in-law, don't be sad. Come, let's have a drink together and forget all those unpleasant things."
Feeling Wang Hu's embrace, Lin Wan felt a strange sensation welling up inside her. She slightly raised her head, her gaze meeting Wang Hu's, a hint of allure flashing in her eyes.
She obediently picked up her glass, lightly clinked it with Wang Hu's, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's drink and celebrate meeting a male confidant."
Xiao Guo drove at breakneck speed and finally arrived at the entrance of a luxurious club. The club was decorated in a glittering gold, and two rows of security guards in black suits stood at the entrance, making it look exceptionally solemn.
Just then, Song Mingyuan walked out of the club. His clothes were askew and had obvious lipstick stains on them, indicating that he had a very enjoyable night.
Qian Rou sat in the passenger seat and immediately saw Song Mingyuan. Anger surged into her heart.
But it wasn't even the right time for her to turn hostile. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then pushed open the car door and quickly walked towards Song Mingyuan.
"Brother Mingyuan!" Qian Rou forced a smile and called out, suppressing her inner turmoil.
When Song Mingyuan saw that it was Qian Rou, he acted as if the incident of slapping her yesterday had never happened. He handed her the car keys as usual and casually said, "Oh, you're here. Drive me home!"
Qian Rou took the keys, lowered her head, and replied softly, "Okay, Brother Mingyuan!" Her voice was somewhat low, as if she was silently enduring something.
In Song Mingyuan's view, Qian Rou's behavior was a silent protest against the slap he had given her the day before.
He curled his lips into a slightly mocking smile, clearly unaware that danger was lurking beneath the surface.
Song Mingyuan's car is a Rolls-Royce Spirit of Ecstasy, with its iconic gold Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament shining brightly in the sunlight.
Qian Rou drove the car, glanced at Song Mingyuan who was fast asleep in the back seat, and then turned the steering wheel without hesitation. The car sped off like an arrow towards the suburbs outside the city.
Xiao Guo followed closely behind in her old Santana, afraid of losing them.
The car sped off like lightning, quickly stopping beside a dilapidated, unfinished building. Qian Rou skillfully parked the car, then without hesitation pulled a spray bottle from her bag and sprayed it at Song Mingyuan like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
With this spray, Song Mingyuan's already sleeping body immediately became even more asleep, as if he had entered a dream from which he could never wake up.
It took Qian Rou and Xiao Guo a great deal of effort to finally lift Song Mingyuan out of the car.
They dragged his heavy body, panting, into the gloomy and terrifying unfinished building.
Upon entering the building, a putrid stench assaulted the senses, making one feel nauseous.
Qian Rou didn't care at all. She walked straight to a dilapidated chair that had been prepared in advance and threw Song Mingyuan hard onto it.
Then, Qian Rou quickly picked up a thick rope and tied Song Mingyuan tightly to the chair like a rice dumpling, making him unable to move at all.
After doing all this, Qian Rou picked up a ladle of ice-cold water and splashed it on Song Mingyuan's face without hesitation.
Song Mingyuan shivered violently when splashed with the sudden cold water, and groggily opened his eyes.
His vision was a little blurry, and it took him a while to see the scene in front of him clearly.
When he found himself tied to a chair, with Qian Rou standing in front of him, her face as gloomy as the sky before a storm, a wave of fear washed over him.
He struggled desperately to break free of his tightly bound body, but all his efforts were in vain.
Finally, his gaze fell on the gleaming knife in Qian Rou's hand, and the fear in his heart was magnified to the extreme.
"What...what are you going to do?" Song Mingyuan's voice stammered with fear, and his body trembled involuntarily.
Qian Rou sneered, her voice as cold as the north wind in winter: "Don't you know what I'm going to do? Then why don't you guess!"
After saying that, the knife in her hand suddenly stabbed downwards like lightning, piercing straight between Song Mingyuan's legs.
The knife didn't hit Song Mingyuan, but he was so scared that he wet his pants, and a foul smell filled the air.
"Rou...Rou, I didn't hit your dad, it was my dad who did it! If you want to find him, go find him!" Song Mingyuan cried and begged Qian Rou for mercy, his face filled with fear.
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