Song Chen suddenly stopped, as if he had been frightened, and hurriedly took a few steps back, his face looking ugly.
The address of "brother and sister" wasn't a reminder to him to value family ties, but rather a warning to him to be mindful of his status.
He suddenly looked down at Song Qingyou, his eyes calm and unwavering, showing no emotion whatsoever due to his loss of control.
Song Chen's expression changed, his fists clenched, and his eyes were terrifyingly deep.
Song Qingyou remained unfazed, her voice still cold: "Do you think this alone can make up for the harm you've done to me? Song Chen, how did you feel being locked up for a month? That's how I felt being locked up in your basement. Did you even consider how old I was back then? Five years old."
Song Qingyou looked at Song Chen: "Did you know that I suffered from claustrophobia for a period of time?"
Song Chen paused. He really didn't know, but so what? It was because of Song Qingyou that he was scorned as the son of a mistress when he went out, and everyone respectfully called him Young Master Song, but everyone looked down on him as Young Master Song.
Hasn't he suffered enough injustice over the years?
He hated Song Qingyou's face, hated that this face made him have those dark thoughts, hated that they all had Song Yuan's blood in them.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the abandoned iron gate, as someone kicked it open from the outside.
Song Chen's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes filled with hatred, and his face contorted as he held a knife to Song Qingyou's neck: "I'd like to see just how far that mad dog is willing to go for you."
Song Qingyou's eyes changed slightly, and her forced composure finally cracked: "What do you want to do!"
Fu Wenzhou stood against the light at the door, his face chillingly cold, his gaze like the sea in the dead of winter. His eyes swept over Song Chen before landing on the bound Song Qingyou.
When he saw the scabs on his neck and the bloody marks left by the rope, his eyes changed drastically. His fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, cracking as he yelled, "Song Chen! Are you fucking tired of living?!"
His appearance was truly terrifying, like a roaring tiger.
Song Chen instinctively shrank back, but quickly recovered and smiled wickedly: "Fu Wenzhou, I didn't expect you to come so quickly, and you didn't bring anyone with you? You've got guts."
Fu Wenzhou's temples throbbed, he gritted his teeth, and his gaze remained fixed on Song Qingyou.
When Song Chang called him, he had already driven out to catch up. Song Qingyou went to Shiyu today, and the red dot on the screen had long since left the city.
He sped all the way here, but he was still a step too late.
Fu Wenzhou smiled at Song Qingyou: "Youyou, don't be afraid."
Song Qingyou felt a sharp pang of sadness. Was this person an idiot? Why did he come all by himself?
Song Chen kidnapped her to lure Fu Wenzhou; couldn't he see such an obvious purpose?
She didn't let Fu Wenzhou leave because she knew he wouldn't.
I won't abandon her.
Song Qingyou could only try to negotiate with Song Chen: "If you want back the shares of Song's Group, I can give them to you, or those billions, I'll also..."
"Shares?" Song Chen narrowed his eyes. He did want the shares back, but that alone wouldn't be enough to quell his anger.
Fu Wenzhou's gaze was icy cold, unfathomable: "Release her."
As Song Chen drew closer with the tip of his knife, he looked at Fu Wenzhou and grinned, "You want me to release her? Sure."
He pulled a short knife from his waist and threw it over: "Here's what you'll do, stab yourself, maybe I'll be happy to see it and let the man go."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him, bent down to pick up the knife, and without hesitation stabbed himself in the thigh: "Can I let go now?"
Blood soaked the fabric on his legs, flowing down his trousers. Song Qingyou could even hear the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.
She stared in astonishment at Fu Wenzhou's hand holding the knife. Her lips opened and closed, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word. Only her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her feelings at that moment.
Song Chen hadn't expected Fu Wenzhou to act so decisively, without even a moment's hesitation. His eyes grew even more sinister, and his smile widened: "What am I going to do? I haven't seen enough."
Fu Wenzhou gripped the knife and stabbed the other leg again: "Have you seen enough?"
Song Qingyou trembled all over, suppressing her sobs. Her throat ached, and her chest felt like it was being tightly gripped by a large hand, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she cried out hoarsely, "No... don't stab me anymore!"
Song Chen chuckled softly, like a ghost: "Little sister, are you heartbroken?"
When Song Qingyou saw the man force a smile at her, as if to comfort her, she instantly broke down and shook her head at Fu Wenzhou while crying.
Song Chen licked his lips, seemingly quite satisfied with Fu Wenzhou's submission. "Why don't you kneel down and beg me again, Fu Wenzhou? Aren't you usually quite arrogant? If you're willing to kneel down and beg me, I'll let her go."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were as cold as frost as he bent his knees expressionlessly.
Song Qingyou's hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was crying her heart out. Her voice was sharp and hoarse, bitter as if it had been soaked in bitter herbs: "Fu Wenzhou! You're not allowed to kneel! You're not allowed to kneel!"
Fu Wenzhou forced a smile, his voice low and hoarse: "Youyou, it's okay."
The man slowly knelt down, the movement aggravating the knife wound on his leg, causing blood to flow down, but he remained unmoved.
Song Chen stared at Fu Wenzhou in disbelief, as if genuinely curious: "You're actually willing to kneel down for a woman?"
The feeling of having the most feared mad dog in the capital kneel before him and shatter his pride filled Song Chen with excitement.
So excited that he didn't even notice the knife tip had deviated for a second.
Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes narrowed suddenly, and he quickly threw the hilt of the knife in his hand over.
A sudden, sharp pain shot through Song Chen's shoulder. Before he could react, he was thrown to the ground, the knife tip being pulled from his shoulder and then plunged into his chest.
Song Chen's face was contorted in pain.
Fu Wenzhou's bloodshot eyes were filled with a powerful aura, like a storm, and a bloodthirsty ferocity lurked beneath his eyes.
"You dare touch her?"
"I wouldn't even dare touch her, you fucking dare to lay a finger on her!"
He punched Song Chen in the stomach. Fu Wenzhou had experience in underground boxing, and with this kind of punch, Song Chen was silenced in a few moments.
When Song Chang and the police arrived, they stood at the door, stunned by what they saw inside.
After realizing what was happening, several police officers immediately stepped forward and pulled Fu Wenzhou away, preventing him from continuing the fight. Song Chen, who was lying in a pool of blood, was already on the verge of death, his nose and mouth filled with blood, which he kept vomiting out.
Fu Wenzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, took off his blood-stained coat, walked to Song Qingyou's side, and gently untied the ropes from her. Seeing the marks on her skin, his heart ached terribly.
"Don't be afraid, Youyou, I'm here."
He held Song Qingyou in his arms, protecting her carefully, and tears slid down her cheeks.
Her voice was still choked with tears as she stared at Fu Wenzhou's still-bleeding wound, panicked: "You're bleeding, Fu Wenzhou, you're bleeding! We need to go to the hospital, we need to go to the hospital right now, hurry!"
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