Chapter 176 Undercurrents, Premeditated Kidnapping
pain!
Qu He was shaken awake; her eyelids were so heavy she couldn't open them, and it felt like a needle was pricking her temples.
She should be in the car.
Every bump in the car aggravated her pain; her head felt dizzy and as if it were about to explode.
She struggled to open her eyes, but all she could see was darkness, and a pungent smell lingered in her nostrils.
My eyes were covered by a black cloth similar to an eye mask, and my wrists were burning with pain.
Where is this?
Were they there for Zhuang Bieyan, or for her?
The car was still moving forward, and occasionally you could hear horns, so it seemed that we were still in the city.
She tried to move her fingers, and the rope immediately dug into her flesh, rubbing painfully against her wrist.
Don't bother.
A hoarse, older male voice interrupted her, "Behave yourself. When we get there, someone will untie you and save you from suffering."
Qu He forced herself to calm down, but the fear in her heart still made her voice tremble slightly. "Big brother, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
She sent a message to Zhuang Bieyan before getting into the car; he should realize she's missing soon.
She must buy time.
Qu He softened her tone, her voice almost ingratiating: "Big brother, I know you want money. You must know about the Zhuang Group, right?"
"I am Zhuang Bieyan's wife. How much money do you want? I'll have him transfer it to you immediately. One million? Five million? Ten million? As long as you let me go, I promise I won't call the police and will never pursue this matter."
A sneer came from the side, a younger voice, with a cynical and mocking tone: "Miss, do you even believe that yourself? If we were after money, we would have talked to President Zhuang directly. Kidnapping a pampered wife like you is too much trouble."
If it's not for the money? Then what is it for?
She suppressed her panic and, as a second-best option, pleaded again, "Could you please take off my blindfold? It's so dark, I'm a little scared. What if I get carsick and throw up in your car?"
"Do you think we're stupid?"
The young man seemed to find her suggestion ridiculous. "If you take off your blindfold, won't you see what we look like? Even if we let you go, you can just describe us to the police and we'll be finished. Just stay put, we'll be there soon."
Are we almost there?
What's the meaning?
Just then, the car suddenly stopped.
The inertia caused Qu He to lurch forward, her forehead hitting the back of the seat in front of her.
It hurt so much I gasped for breath.
But before she could even catch her breath...
The car door was opened, and a rough hand grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car.
The evening breeze outside carried a coolness that brushed against her face, making her more alert.
Qu He was dragged a few steps.
One of the high heels I wore before leaving the house had fallen off at some point, and the other was hanging loosely on my foot. Now, finding it in the way, I kicked it away, and it disappeared completely.
She walked barefoot, the path beneath her feet was full of gravel, which hurt her feet.
The next second, she was thrown violently into another car, her head hitting the other side door.
"Bye-bye, you spoiled Mrs. Zhuang." As the young man's voice faded, the car door closed.
The carriage fell into dead silence, enveloped by an unknown fear.
The strong smell of gasoline mixed with the musty smell of old leather in the car assaulted my nostrils and made my stomach churn.
"Big brother?"
Qu He tried to speak again, her voice trembling slightly, "Where exactly are you taking me? How much money did the people who ordered you pay you? I'll double it, triple it! If you release me, I can call Zhuang Bieyan right now and have him transfer the money to your account!"
She could hear her own echo, but received no response.
Qu He's heart sank to rock bottom.
Just when she thought the other person wouldn't speak again, a familiar female voice suddenly came from the front seat.
Light as a feather, yet it pierced her heart in an instant: "Qu He".
Qu He froze, instinctively shrinking back, her back pressed tightly against the seat back.
That sound...
How could it be her?
Then, before she could react, her eyes suddenly lit up.
The blindfold was roughly ripped off, and the glaring light made her instinctively close her eyes. Her eyes stung, and tears streamed down her face.
As she slowly adjusted to the light, she opened her eyes and, through her blurry vision, met a pair of resentful and crazed eyes.
Qiao Mian.
Qiao Mian wore a black mask, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes that stared intently at her.
Seeing Qu He's terrified expression, she curled her lips into a twisted, cold smile.
"Qiao Mian? It's you?" Qu He's voice was a little hoarse.
But Qiao Mian did not answer.
She casually tossed the eye mask she had ripped off onto the passenger seat and started the car.
With the engine running, the car experienced even more intense bumps.
Qu He's first reaction was to open the car door, but when she touched the door handle, she found that the car door was locked and she couldn't even roll down the window.
She quickly glanced around the carriage.
This is a very dilapidated van; the seat backs are so worn that you can even see the foam underneath.
The carriage was stuffy and hot, with no ventilation.
Moreover, there was a very strong smell of gasoline in the carriage.
The smell of gasoline mixed with Qiao Mian's perfume made her stomach feel even worse.
My head is spinning terribly.
Her wrists were still bound, and the ropes were starting to go numb from the tightness.
She tried to calm herself down and looked out the window to see where she was.
The van had already driven onto the bridge, and the river surface in the distance shimmered with light.
As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the sky was dyed a brilliant orange-red, much like a burning flame.
Is this the Linjiang Bridge leading to the area outside the Third Ring Road?
"Qiao Mian! What exactly do you want?"
Qu He's voice trembled as she tried to communicate, "Please stop the car, we can talk!"
But Qiao Mian seemed to be provoked by her voice.
She slammed her hand on the steering wheel twice, and the horn suddenly blared.
"Don't talk to me!"
She screamed, the bloodshot in her eyes becoming even more pronounced, "I don't want to hear your voice, and I don't want to see your face!"
She had lost control of her emotions; her hands were trembling as she gripped the steering wheel, causing the car to sway from side to side.
"ah!"
Qu He was thrown violently to the other side by inertia, her head hitting the car door, making her even more dizzy.
She managed to sit up with great difficulty, but Qiao Mian suddenly turned the steering wheel to the other side, and she fell back onto the seat.
Dizziness and excruciating pain kept coming.
But Qiao Mian seemed to be deliberately torturing her. Every time she finally managed to sit up, she would turn the steering wheel all the way to the other side.
The driver in the next lane had already rolled down his window and leaned out to hurl insults: "Do you even know how to drive? If you want to die, don't drag others down with you!"
Qiao Mian seemed not to hear, and continued to frantically turn the steering wheel, increasing the speed of the car. The needle on the dashboard was almost pointing to 120 miles per hour.
Cars on the bridge swerved to avoid them, and horns blared incessantly.
"Qiao Mian, calm down! This is too dangerous."
Qu He suppressed her discomfort and softened her tone.
She knew that Qiao Mian's mental state was very abnormal, but she had to keep her calm, otherwise both of them would die on this bridge.
“We can talk this out. What do you really want? I can help you.”
"Calm down? Hahahaha."
"What do I want? Hahahaha."
Qiao Mian suddenly let out a sinister laugh, sharp and piercing.
"Can you give me what I want? I want Anda back, I want my child back, I want Qian Zhaoye to love me like before, can you give me that?"
She gripped the steering wheel with one hand and ripped off her mask with the other.
Qu He looked over, and her heart clenched instantly.
Qiao Mian's lower face was covered with red and swollen scars, some of which had even begun to ulcerate. Yellow pus flowed down her chin, which was disgusting.
The intense visual impact and the stuffy air inside the car brought Qu He's stomach discomfort to its peak.
She felt an urge to gag, but fearing she might upset Qiao Mian, she bit her lip hard to keep herself from making a sound.
My teeth bit through my lip, and the taste of blood spread through my mouth.
Qu He felt a chill creeping up from the soles of her feet.
"After the last surgery, I could have become you. Why, why did it fail!"
Qiao Mian's voice was choked with sobs, yet also filled with a frantic obsession.
"I could have had a face just like yours so soon, and then Qian Zhaoye would have changed his mind, and everyone would have liked me. But why did I fail? Qu He, tell me, why!"
Her voice was shrill and desperate.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the van plunged off the bridge, heading towards a small farmland road beside it.
The wheels rolled over the muddy field road, splashing mud and water onto the car windows.
Finally, the car stopped in an open space by the river.
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