You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe didn't even have time to let out a complete scream.

One hand gripped her mouth and nose tightly, while the other hand held her waist like an iron clamp, forcibly dragging her backward.

Su Qinghe's mind went blank for a moment when her mouth was covered, but then her survival instinct made her body react before her consciousness could react.

She struggled desperately, kicking and flailing her arms and legs, her fingernails digging frantically at the hand covering her mouth.

But the other person was too strong. Her resistance was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. She struggled for a long time but couldn't break free.

Su Qinghe quickly changed her strategy. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and then used all her strength to bite down hard on the hand in front of her.

As it turned out, her choice was correct. The person behind her let out a muffled groan, and then the grip on her hand loosened for a few seconds.

But even those few seconds of injury weren't enough for Su Qinghe to break free of her restraints.

This only angered the man, who tightened his grip even more force than before.

Su Qinghe felt like her waist was about to break, and her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. Her nostrils were completely covered, and she could only get a pitiful amount of air through her fingers.

She was dragged to the side of the bread truck.

The car door was open, and it was pitch black inside.

Another person reached out from inside the car, grabbed her arm, and the two of them together shoved her into the car.

Su Qinghe's back slammed heavily against the carriage floor, the pain making her vision go black for a moment.

Before she could react, the sliding door slammed shut.

The light disappeared.

The carriage was stuffy, dark, and cramped, filled with the smell of old metal and engine oil.

Su Qinghe was forced to sit on the cold carriage floor by having her shoulders pressed down from behind.

Her body trembled violently and incessantly with fear, but she neither cried nor screamed.

Because she knew that screaming would be useless. Did she expect that screaming would awaken the conscience of these kidnappers and make them let her go?

In the few seconds that he was held down, Su Qinghe's right hand had already reached into her pocket in the chaos.

Thankfully, my phone is still there.

While keeping a close watch on the kidnappers' movements, Su Qinghe frantically rummaged through her pocket for the screen.

She dared not look down and could only operate by relying on muscle memory.

Su Qinghe's phone password is a six-digit number, 112300, which is Jiang Che's birthday.

She fumbled and pressed six times at the bottom of the screen, and felt the phone vibrate, which meant she had unlocked it successfully.

Then she tried to find the location of the WeChat icon.

Second row, third from the left —

Don't bother.

Just as Su Qinghe was about to successfully open WeChat, a hand suddenly reached out from above and grabbed her wrist.

The next second, Su Qinghe's phone was roughly snatched from her pocket.

Su Qinghe's heart sank to the bottom.

She slowly raised her head.

A sliver of light seeped through the gaps in the dark-tinted windows, barely enough to make out the outline of the person in front of me.

Zhao Wenyu squatted down in front of her, and when he met Su Qinghe's gaze, he simply stopped hiding and unreservedly released all the sinister and gleeful energy in his eyes.

Su Qinghe could see it all clearly, of course.

"...Zhao Wenyu?"

Su Qinghe forced herself to suppress all her fear, maintaining her usual cold and indifferent demeanor as she stared intently at the person in front of her.

"What exactly do you want? Money?"

Zhao Wenyu did not answer Su Qinghe's question. He took Su Qinghe's phone and looked through it. He immediately noticed three unread WeChat messages with red dots on the main screen.

He clicked on the message and, sure enough, it was all from Jiang Che.

"Where is it?"

"Why aren't they back yet?"

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Zhao Wenyu stared at the three messages and sneered.

Look, look, how deeply in love they are!

What a brilliant scheme! On the surface, he agreed to help her pursue Su Qinghe, but in reality, he took the opportunity to openly enjoy the sweet moments between lovers.

They made a fool of him, treating him like a clown.

Zhao Wenyu turned off his phone, tossed it into a corner of the carriage, and then slowly spoke with a sinister smile, "You ask me what I'm doing?"

"Do you remember what happened six months ago? Your dear boyfriend made me dress up as a maid and bow in apology in front of thousands of people in the whole school."

"I guess the most beautiful girl at Suzhou University probably doesn't know what that feeling is like, right?"

"Three years, three years of reputation, three years of face, all of which he trampled under his feet and crushed in one go."

He ruined everything I had.

Zhao Wenyu's gaze fell on Su Qinghe's face, slowly sliding from her eyes to her lips, and then to her collarbone, which was covered by her blouse.

His gaze, filled with undisguised lewdness and obscenity, fell nakedly upon Su Qinghe, instantly sending a chill down her spine.

"Then I'll destroy what he cares about most."

Su Qinghe ignored him, slightly turning her head away from Zhao Wenyu's face, her expression returning to its usual indifferent and cold demeanor.

She was worried she would throw up on the spot if she looked at it any longer.

The bread truck started up quickly.

Su Qinghe felt the car moving forward, first slowly making a few turns, and then the speed increasing.

Based on the estimated time, they should have already left the resort.

Her hands were tied behind her back with plastic cable ties by a thug. The ties were so tight that the sharp edges of the plastic dug into her flesh, and her wrists burned with pain.

Even though Su Qinghe was in unbearable pain, she stubbornly endured it without uttering a sound.

She forced herself to calm down, because at times like this, any emotional fluctuation would become fuel for the other person's amusement.

There were three people in the car.

Zhao Wenyu sat directly in front of her, while the other two thugs were in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The car windows were tinted dark, making it impossible to see the road from the inside.

Su Qinghe could only roughly judge the road conditions by the degree of bumpiness of the vehicle and the speed of travel.

The car was driving fairly smoothly just now, but it's starting to get bumpy now. It must have left the main road and turned onto some secluded side road.

Su Qinghe was terrified, and waves of nausea were churning in her stomach.

If she could survive unscathed from that situation six months ago, then she can do the same now.

She won't die here.

And now she is no longer alone.

Ache will definitely come to save her.

Su Qinghe slowly closed her eyes, stopped struggling, and her breathing gradually became steady.

Zhao Wenyu noticed her change, raised an eyebrow, and found it a bit boring.

He had expected to see her cry and beg for mercy, but the woman's reaction was completely unexpected.

He knew perfectly well that he had been kidnapped, and that his life or death was entirely in his hands.

Under these circumstances, how could she remain so quiet?