An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 176 is his Yoyo

Wen Cenqing sat in the car, looking out the window at the taillights of the truck that were gradually driving away. They were like the eyes of a wild beast hidden in the night, two bright and dim scarlet dots.

Ah Hui returned to the car and bowed to report, "Sir, the speedboat is ready and just ahead. You can get out of the car with Miss Meng now."

As the truck's taillights disappeared from view, Wen Cenqing suddenly laughed: "Li Yasong, the real show has only just begun."

Ahui knew very well that the boss wasn't referring to him, so he didn't reply, but simply lowered his eyes slightly.

"Let's drive straight there, Teacher Meng hasn't woken up yet."

"Yes." Ahui got back into the driver's seat of the car.

……

Ahui watched as the boss struggled to lift Teacher Meng, and he wanted to go over and help. He even reached out his hand, but then realized something and quickly withdrew it.

She simply followed closely behind the boss, protecting him, afraid that if he lost his balance, he and Teacher Meng would both fall down.

Just as they boarded the ship, suddenly, a burst of gunfire rang out in the distance, as if two forces had met on a narrow path and suddenly clashed without any warning.

The situation was intense, with the attacking side unleashing full firepower and the defending side putting up a stubborn resistance, the gunfire closely intertwined.

The old, nearly abandoned dock exudes a damp smell from its decaying planks. The river waves crash against the embankment, stirring up a strong, fishy smell from the algae in the water, but it is far less pungent and irritating than the faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

"Get out of here! It's the cops! Get everyone on the speedboat! Hurry up!" A hysterical male voice shouted from the shore, instantly causing chaos among the group of people on the dock. Panic spread rapidly through the air like a contagious disease.

On the river, the motors began to roar, and Huo Qingshan led a small team out from behind the makeshift tin warehouse, like black arrows, straight to the pier where the speedboats were moored.

Chaos erupted at the dock. Some people, before they could even reach the pier, jumped into the water to try and escape the police. Others, who were boarding a boat, were so frightened by the scene that their legs went weak and they stumbled and fell into the water.
Amidst the chaos, Ah Hui gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tense, one hand pushing the accelerator lever and the other maneuvering the steering wheel, propelling a milky-white speedboat toward the center of the river like an arrow.

Huo Qingshan ran in the lead and reacted quickly, firing his gun in quick succession, but he only managed to shatter the glass on the front of the cockpit.

Afterwards, other speedboats tried to follow suit, but the police officers on the shore obviously did not give these people a second chance to escape in the chaos. Bullets flew out, the speedboat engine was hit, parts flew everywhere, billowing black smoke, and it immediately stopped working, only able to teeter on the edge of the water about ten meters away from the shore.

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The henchmen who had fallen into the water were all dragged ashore, soaking wet and in a sorry state.

The gunfire from the distant battle gradually subsided, and the situation was initially brought under control.

Huo Qingshan stood on the dock, his gaze fixed on the depths of the river. He pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie with his thumb, his voice firm and resolute: "Zhong Heng, a white Chris 280 speedboat is heading southwest from a tributary of the Yao River in Bailiu County, on the eastern outskirts of the city, at a speed of about 50 miles per hour. Preliminary assessment indicates that it will pass through the confluence of the Yao River tributary and the main river in thirteen minutes."

Immediately proceed with the planned deployment, ensuring the speedboat is intercepted before it enters the main waterway. There is a female hostage on board; after successfully intercepting the speedboat, do not act rashly.

He had just seen it; it was his Youyou, and he could only watch helplessly as she slipped through his fingers.

"Roger that, Battalion Commander." Zhong Heng put away his walkie-talkie, his gaze sharp, and commanded, "Immediately proceed to the Yao River tributary at the three o'clock position." On the deck of a medium-sized, dark brown fishing boat, stacks of old fishing nets were piled up, the net ropes severely worn. The planks on the deck were uneven and the paint had long since peeled off, and in the corners were piles of rusty iron hooks and old wooden shuttles.

In the wooden cabin in the middle of the deck, a few kerosene lamps were lit. Soldiers dressed in coarse gray clothes were combing the buoy chains in their hands by the dim light. Each of them had a serious expression and their movements were methodical.

……

Wen Cenqing stood on the deck at the bow of the boat, his hands gripping the railing. Wet water splashed all over his face, the wind howled in his ears, and his hair, wet with river water, flew backward in the wind.

The man seemed completely unaware, even closing his eyes and immersing himself in the scent mixed with damp, cold air.

The engine roared incessantly, each sound seemingly capable of causing a heartbeat. The boat collided violently with the river waves again and again, bringing waves of dizzying turbulence.

Amidst the swaying, Meng Youyou's head struck a hard metal object. The dull pain stimulated her senses, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was violently swaying with the bumps.

It took her a while to adjust to the darkness and violent shaking around her, and she also recognized the man's back at the bow of the deck.

There was a man lying in a pool of blood on the deck, surrounded by shards of glass, and blood was flowing down the deck to Meng Youyou's feet.

In an instant, her perception was greatly shocked. The scene before her was not only bizarre but also terrifying. Where was she? How did she end up on the ship? What did Wen Cenqing want to do? Countless questions enveloped her in an instant, along with an overwhelming fear, immense and uncontrollable.

Suddenly, the speedboat jolted violently, as if it had hit an invisible wall. If Meng Youyou hadn't been sure she was on the water, she would have almost thought it was an earthquake.

In an instant, the deafening roar of the engine suddenly changed tone, no longer as powerful as before, but turned into a muffled groan.

The water that was rushing backwards seemed to have been slowed down. If it weren't for the illusion caused by her nervous anxiety, Meng Youyou felt that the speedboat she was on was slowly tilting to one side.

Wen Cenqing released one of his hands from the railing, seemingly wanting to turn around. Upon seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly closed her eyes, as if she had never woken up.

A few seconds later, someone pushed open the door of the cockpit and came out onto the deck. Meng Youyou recognized it as Ahui's deep voice: "Sir, the propeller is caught in the buoy chain, and the speedboat can't move."

Meng Youyou closed her eyes and strained her ears as much as possible to hear their conversation, but she did not hear Wen Cenqing reply.

Perhaps he didn't say it, or perhaps she was too far away to hear it.

Instead, Ahui continued, "I'll go into the tail shaft tunnel now and see if I can fix it."

What followed was a long, agonizing five minutes of silence. Ah Hui went into the passageway and didn't come out. Wen Cenqing remained standing at the bow, gazing into the distance, leaving Meng Youyou with only a mysterious profile, his expression hidden from view.

During this time, Meng Youyou kept her body tense and dared not make the slightest movement. She had not yet thought of a way to save herself, not to mention that she did not know where she was. The unfamiliarity and the unknown would only intensify her fear and then devour her.

Until... a faint buzzing sound drifted into her ears on the night breeze over the river, growing closer and clearer. Meng Youyou felt a jolt of fear, and a strong intuition surged in her chest—it was him!
For reasons she couldn't quite explain, Meng Youyou quietly opened her tightly closed eyes a crack. The world was shrouded in darkness, and all she could see was the boundless water; she couldn't see anything at all.

Just as she was about to open her eyes a little more, she suddenly noticed that Wen Cenqing, who was standing at the bow of the ship, was calmly taking out a black rectangular object from his pocket. The corner of the man's mouth turned into a strange and sinister smile.

This scene sent chills down Meng Youyou's spine, and cold sweat broke out on her back.