Wen Jiaojiao's slender shoulders trembled, her mind a jumbled mess, and she blurted out whatever came to mind:
"Actually, kidnapping for ransom and kidnapping for ransom plus rape are not sentenced in the same way, so please don't touch me."
Zhou Qiang raised his hand and pinched her delicate cheek, playfully reminding her:
"Just because I think this way doesn't mean others think this way."
A tear that had been clinging to Wen Jiaojiao's eyelashes suddenly fell, and she said in a heavy nasal voice:
“I have a grudge against Jiang Peitian. He’s using me to provoke him. I’m so wronged.”
Zhou Qiang released her jaw:
"If he had a grudge against you, would he offer 300,000 to ransom you? Do you know what 300,000 means? With current incomes, an average person could save up that much even if they scrimped and saved for five lifetimes. If he didn't care about you, why would he be willing to give up so much money?"
Wen Jiaojiao retorted softly:
“There’s someone behind me who’s been helping me all along. He’s probably only taking the money because of that person. Anyway, my relationship with him isn’t as good as you think.”
Just then, the man beside the table spoke up:
"Brother Qiang, come and drink. What's the point of talking so much to that girl?"
Zhou Qiang ignored him and continued to ask Wen Jiaojiao:
"Are you going to eat the steamed bun or not?"
Wen Jiaojiao had a mournful face, but spoke very quickly:
"eat."
Zhou Qiang smiled slightly and continued to bring it to her lips.
After Wen Jiaojiao took a bite:
"Could you please change the way you tie my clothes? I'm really uncomfortable like this."
Zhou Qiang caught a glimpse of the ropes binding her arms and upper body, which were wrapped around her several times.
"Then you hold the steamed bun in your mouth, and I'll get you another one. But don't even think about running away, or I'll break your legs if I catch you once."
Wen Jiaojiao nodded, struggled to sit up, and took a big bite of the whole steamed bun.
Zhou Qiangteng untied the rope binding her. Seeing that she had no intention of attacking him, he tied her hands behind her back, then took out a knife and cut the excess rope before taking the steamed bun.
Wen Jiaojiao: "You're such a good person, how could you do something like this? And you're such a good car enthusiast, why don't you think about finding a proper job?"
Zhou Qiang fed her a bite of steamed bun and murmured:
"I'd like to, but these days there's no shortage of labor, and people who have been to prison won't be hired."
Wen Jiaojiao instantly understood, and she hesitated before saying:
"Was it Jiang Peitian who got you imprisoned?"
Zhou Qiang nodded:
"Um."
Wen Jiaojiao decided to try to save her life through conversation:
"Why is that?"
Zhou Qiang recalled what happened back then and murmured:
"That was a long time ago. Back then, his business wasn't as big as it is now; he only had one ship dedicated to cargo transport."
That day, we were clearly short of goods when we unloaded them, but he insisted on charging us. Despite our numerous explanations and the huge compensation claims we faced, Jiang Peitian refused to believe us.
It's just that he had his men search every nook and cranny of the ship. If the cargo carriers had hidden it, they wouldn't have missed it. So it could only have been us.
He didn't pay us much to begin with, and we worked ourselves to the bone without even getting paid. In a fit of anger, we went on strike, and he ended up sending us to jail.
It's kind of ridiculous to think about this place. Gangs, police, and rich people are all in cahoots; it's just that we powerless nobody suffer here.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Jiang Peitian, you skinflint, why should I bear the consequences for you?
Zhou Qiang held the steamed bun to her lips again:
“I spent a year in jail, and I was beaten so badly that I have a big scar on my forehead. When I came out to look for a job, people said I didn’t look like a good person. I kept hitting walls everywhere. My life was completely ruined by Jiang Peitian.”
Wen Jiaojiao then looked up and examined him closely, discovering that there was indeed a hideous and terrifying scar between the strands of his hair that reached his eyebrows.
She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Why don't you take this money and run away? I won't tell the police where you're going."
Zhou Qiang chuckled softly and said:
"Hehe~ Miss Jiang is really naive. Even if you hadn't said anything, Jiang Peitian wouldn't have lost 300,000 for nothing. Now, without even asking, the train station and the shipping company are definitely investigating very closely. Where can he escape to?"
Wen Jiaojiao spoke weakly:
"Since you've already tied me up, it means you've thought about your escape route."
A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Qiang's eyes, and he didn't say another word until he fed her a whole steamed bun.
Wen Jiaojiao gazed at the hanging moon outside the window; the cold moonlight shone on her pale face, making her look pitiful and helpless.
You damned Jiang Peitian, you got to enjoy all the good fortune, but I had to carry all the bags.
Qi Meijing and Jiang Ci were still anxiously waiting at home. When they saw Jiang Peitian return, they said with concern:
"How is Jiaojiao?"
Jiang Peitian casually sat down at the head of the table and said:
"Qi Meijing, this is not like you. You didn't treat other children like this before."
“Jiaojiao is not your child, so I naturally don’t have that much hatred for her. And don’t even think about using me to get rid of her.”
In fact, Qi Meijing had long harbored suspicions about Wen Jiaojiao's identity, because given Jiang Peitian's cautious nature, it was impossible for him to keep his beloved child under her watchful eye.
Based on his words, which showed absolutely no affection for Wen Jiaojiao, although it was unclear what his intentions were, he still did not harbor any murderous intent.
Jiang Peitian ate his delicious dinner, pretending not to understand:
"I really don't know what you're talking about."
Qi Meijing walked to his side and said:
"I'm asking you now, how is Jiaojiao? What's the police doing?"
“The police are already handling it, how would I know? I’m so busy at work every day, can’t you give me a break? This house is getting more and more suffocating.”
After speaking, Jiang Peitian threw down his chopsticks, turned around, and left.
Qi Meijing watched his departing figure without the slightest thought of stopping him, for she had lost count of how many times she had seen that same back.
If a woman outside the marriage gives birth or takes advantage of her pregnancy to want him to stay with her, he will leave without hesitation, even in the middle of the night.
She looked away and said, "Jiang Ci, let's go to the police station together tomorrow."
Jiang Ci: "Okay."
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