Luo Xiaoyi had grown accustomed to her father's indifference. She trudged upstairs to her room to pack her things, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked around at everything in the room—every familiar ornament, every painting, every decoration, every beautiful flower blooming by the window—all the result of her mother's hard work and dedication…
She stroked the group photo of her mother, father, brother, and herself on the desk. Her mother's beautiful face was smiling so brightly, her brother's smile was so innocent and pure, and she herself was smiling so happily and sweetly. Only her father in the photo was smiling indifferently.
Her usually calm and collected eyes filled with tears, which silently slid down her face. "Mom, brother, I miss you so much."
In an instant, she stiffened and straightened up again, a strong will forming in her spine. She wiped away her tears, "Mom, I will definitely redeem the villa. I will protect everything you left behind. I will wait for my brother to come home in the villa."
: : : : In the living room on the first floor.
"Haitian, why did you bring that bitch Luo Xiaoyi to my relative's house? Why should she get to enjoy herself?" Luo's mother said resentfully.
Mr. Luo winked at her and said, "Yan, keep your voice down, don't let her hear. I only brought her along because I think she still has some use. Otherwise, who would take her along?"
Luo's mother and Luo Yiting fell silent.
The next morning.
After packing up their belongings, Luo's family loaded them into the car. In fact, Luo's father had pawned all the valuables, leaving only some daily necessities. Luo Xiaoyi felt heartbroken. It was a pity that her mother's collection of antiques and oil paintings were all gone. Now, her mother's only remaining possessions were these photos.
The three of them, including Luo's father, had already gotten into the car, which started moving slowly. Luo Xiaoyi hurriedly called out, "Dad, I haven't gotten in the car yet, wait a minute."
Then, Luo's mother leaned out of the back window, her face dark, and said, "Can't you see there's so much stuff that there's no room to sit? It's so annoying!" Immediately afterward, Luo's father drove off, leaving a trail of black, pungent exhaust fumes behind him.
Luo Xiaoyi sighed. It seemed she really didn't belong in this family. Luckily, she still knew the address. Sigh, there was nothing she could do but walk a long way to hail a taxi, since the villa was in the suburbs, far from the main road—it would probably take an hour to walk there. She seemed to have gotten used to this ordeal, and with a renewed spirit, she headed towards the main road.
She hadn't gone far from home when a black car suddenly flashed past her. Before she could figure out what was happening, she was dragged into the car by several bodyguards in black. Just as she was about to scream for help, her mouth was taped shut. Then her arms were twisted painfully, her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were bound.
She stared in horror at the masked man in black inside the car, her bloodshot eyes wide.
One of the menacing-looking masked men with a scarred face spoke up, "Little girl, you're pretty impressive, aren't you? Last time you actually injured my boss Zhou and ran away! You almost killed us. This time, we'll tie you up and hand you over to him. Let's see how you escape now!"
The scarred man's expression, filled with gritted teeth, suggested he wished he could tear her to pieces. It seemed their master had dealt with them quite severely.
Another one-eyed man spoke in a sinister tone, "Big brother, President Zhou has prepared everything this time—handcuffs, shackles, whips. President Zhou always goes to extremes; he won't stop until he's satisfied! This time, she probably won't be able to escape, hahaha." He laughed so lewdly; like master, like servant.
Listening to their horrifying descriptions, Luo Xiaoyi broke out in a cold sweat. This old man Zhou, at his advanced age, was he even human? This old bastard was truly a persistent ghost! If she fell into his hands this time, wouldn't he torture her to death? What was she going to do? Fear washed over her like a demon. There were four burly men in the car; how could she, a weak woman, escape?
"A handkerchief!" she suddenly remembered. Luckily, she had brought that special handkerchief with her when she went out today. Because of what happened last time, she had learned her lesson. In case of unforeseen circumstances, she had made some sleeping potion that could make anyone who smelled it faint immediately. She soaked a handkerchief in this potion and carried it with her, just in case.
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