Song Qingyou leaned forward due to inertia, her heart suddenly overloaded, and she coughed repeatedly, her face gradually turning pale.
Song Chang was startled and his first reaction was to look at Song Qingyou in the back seat, "Miss, are you alright?"
Song Qingyou coughed up blood through her handkerchief, but she covered it so Song Chang wouldn't see. She managed to squeeze out a voice with difficulty: "Uncle Chang, get out of the car and take a look."
Song Chang turned his head with concern and hurriedly got out of the car to check what he had hit. Just as his feet touched the ground, the man who had been knocked down in front of him slowly got up. He was dressed in rags and his hair was so long that it covered his eyes.
Song Chang didn't see his face clearly and thought he was a beggar. Just as he was about to speak, he saw him walk straight towards the back window.
He immediately frowned, intending to step forward and stop her, but when he saw the sharp weapon in the man's hand, he froze on the spot.
Song Chang finally recognized who this person was and shouted sternly, "Song Chen, what do you want to do!"
Song Chen's knife tip was pressed against Song Qingyou's neck. The skin beneath the blade was soft and delicate, and even just pressing against it drew blood.
He reeked of a foul stench, as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.
"Song Qingyou! A whole month! Do you know what kind of life I was living in the Jiang family's underground city?!" Song Chen stared at Song Qingyou's face with bloodshot eyes and his teeth bared as if he were about to explode. His voice was extremely hoarse, like that of a dying old man, which was very different from his original voice.
Song Qingyou was still coughing, one cough after another, seemingly endlessly. She reached for her medicine in her bag, and as she looked down, the tip of the knife pierced her skin, a drop of blood sliding down the blade and landing on Song Chen's hand.
Song Qingyou didn't move anymore.
Song Chen was in a very strange mental state, but he hadn't completely lost his mind. He knew that they were on the street, and although it was a remote place, people would pass by soon. He put his arm around Song Qingyou's neck and got into the car, lowering his voice to say, "Tell Song Chang to get out."
Song Qingyou raised her eyes and glanced at Song Chen, her gaze cold and clear.
He said calmly, "Uncle Chang, you should go back first."
Song Chang was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Song Chen, don't be impulsive, come at me if you have a problem, and release the young lady!"
Song Chen's lips curled into a chilling smile: "Song Chang, if you don't want Song Qingyou to be stabbed to death by me right now, get out of here. Oh, and by the way, go tell Fu Wenzhou that his most precious woman is in my hands. If he wants to save her, he'd better prepare five hundred million and wait for my message!"
As he spoke, he pressed the knife tip harder, and beads of blood flowed continuously from the tip. Song Qingyou frowned in pain.
Fearing he might actually kill her, Song Chang quickly backed away, saying, "Don't hurt Miss, Song Chen, she's your sister!"
"Sister?" Song Chen laughed loudly: "Does the Song family have any family affection? Don't be ridiculous. Back up, back up all the way to the crossroads."
Song Chang was sweating profusely, his hands behind his back, wanting to call the police.
Song Chen seemed to read his mind: "If you're not afraid of her dying, then go ahead and call 110."
Song Chang's finger, which was swiping the screen, suddenly stopped. He glanced at Song Qingyou and took a step back: "Song Chen, don't be impulsive. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail? You..."
His voice faded into the distance. When Song Chen saw him walk away, he slammed the car door shut and went around to the driver's seat.
Song Qingyou suppressed the discomfort in her throat and immediately stood up, trying to open the car door and run out the moment the man opened it.
With a "thud".
The car doors were locked.
Song Qingyou pulled hard several times, but couldn't pull it apart.
A devilish chuckle reached her ears: "Don't waste your energy, Song Qingyou. It's time to settle our scores."
Song Qingyou slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and closed her eyes resignedly.
She had thought she might die, but she never imagined she would die at Song Chen's hands.
Having been locked up for a month, Song Chen's mental state must have been severely damaged.
Song Chen drove all the way to the suburbs and finally stopped at an abandoned factory.
Song Chen opened the back door of the car and pulled Song Qingyou out. He was very strong, and Song Qingyou was thrown to the ground, where she started coughing again.
Song Chen squatted down in front of her, his palm gripping her still-bleeding neck, every word filled with hatred: "Do you fucking know how I spent the past month in there? I've only ever locked you up for three days before, have I ever locked you up for a whole month? Huh? Did I! Song Qingyou, you're truly heartless!"
Song Chen stared with eyes full of hatred, his pupils almost popping out. He gripped Song Qingyou's neck tightly, and blood oozed from the wound, flowing into his palm.
Song Qingyou couldn't breathe, her face was deathly pale, and a mouthful of blood was stuck in her chest, unable to be coughed up or swallowed.
Just as she was about to suffocate, Song Chen suddenly let go of her hand.
Song Qingyou clutched her neck, gasping for breath, her eyes welling up with tears, coughing so hard it felt like her insides were about to come out.
After she calmed down, she looked up at Song Chen and said, "You locked me up...cough cough...locked me up for three days? How many times in a month have you locked me up for three days? Song Chen...cough...you are reaping what you sowed this past month."
Song Chen gritted his teeth and stared intently at her without saying a word.
Song Qingyou's voice was clear and hoarse: "What do you want? What is the purpose of kidnapping me here? Who instigated you?"
Song Chen wouldn't have the brains or the guts to kidnap her for a mere 500 million.
Song Chen's expression changed drastically, his facial muscles trembled with anger, and his eyes flashed with a fierce, fiery gaze. "You really think you can predict everything?"
He sneered and tied Song Qingyou to the pillar behind her.
He looked at her with a teasing gaze: "Do you think that mad dog might come and bite me because of its scent?"
Song Qingyou's expression suddenly darkened: "I'm warning you, Song Chen. If you dare to lay a hand on Fu Wenzhou, I will never let you get away with it."
Song Chen paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his laughter hoarse and terrifying: "Song Qingyou, I never thought that someone as cold-blooded, ruthless, and scheming as you would have moments of fear. What? Afraid that I'll hurt that mad dog? Well, you're in for a disappointment."
He slapped Song Qingyou's face with the knife: "You can do whatever you want in the capital, and you can use the Jiang family to lock me up in the underground city. Do you think you could have done all this so smoothly without that Fu guy's secret help? I've been locked up for a month and I've lived worse than a pig or a dog. Tell me, should I settle this score with you two?"
"Song Wei bullied you, so I sent her abroad. Song Shi released a snake to bite you, so I went to your room and killed the snake. Li Ruo planted a garden full of roses, so I uprooted them."
His voice suddenly turned bitter, his smile twisted into a distorted wry grin, and his eyes flashed with hatred: "In the Song family, only I know you're allergic to roses. Song Qingyou, do you think I've treated you badly?"
"I only locked you up for a few days, and you're going to retaliate like this? Which member of the Song family hasn't treated you worse than me? Why are you only retaliating against me!" Song Chen's violent black eyes flashed with a beast-like ferocity: "Sometimes I really wish I could tear that hypocritical face of yours apart."
Song Qingyou coldly interrupted him: "Song Chen, we are siblings."
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