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

At this moment, Zhao Wenyu watched helplessly as Su Qinghe walked towards him step by step, and he completely panicked.

His nose was still bleeding profusely, and he kept shrinking back until he was pressed against the iron pillar behind him, with nowhere left to retreat.

"You...you stay away! Get out of my way!"

Su Qinghe ignored him. She lightly weighed the iron pipe in her hand, then casually waved it a few times in front of Zhao Wenyu.

Feeling that the iron pipe wasn't quite enough of a deterrent, he threw the object on the ground and turned to walk towards the tool rack next to him.

My eyes quickly scanned the shelf: pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers...

Finally, her gaze fell on a utility knife.

Su Qinghe reached for the utility knife, extended a sharp blade, and turned to face Zhao Wenyu once again.

The blade reflected a cold glint in the dim light, flashing across Zhao Wenyu's eyes without missing a beat.

Zhao Wenyu's pupils constricted sharply. "You... what do you want to do?!"

Su Qinghe slowly walked up to him and squatted down.

It was the exact same posture Zhao Wenyu had adopted when he squatted in front of her earlier.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice was soft, her eyes were indifferent, and her tone was tinged with contempt.

"Zhao Wenyu, didn't you just tell me to look up at you?"

"Now I'm looking at you."

"Why are you now afraid to look at me?"

Zhao Wenyu's lips were trembling, and his face was covered in blood and dust, making him look dirty and disheveled.

He wanted to speak, but it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he could only make intermittent breathy sounds.

Su Qinghe pointed the utility knife downwards and gently tapped it on the cement floor in front of Zhao Wenyu.

With a soft "thud," a sound so faint it was almost negligible.

But Zhao Wenyu seemed to have a nervous breakdown; he was so frightened by the sound that his whole body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Su Qinghe coldly observed his reaction; she was too lazy to be angry with such a person, and even felt little disgust.

She doesn't have much affection for most people other than A-Che.

She felt that developing feelings for these complete strangers would be a waste of her time and energy.

"Where are the cable ties?"

"Wh...what?"

"The kind of plastic cable ties you used to tie me up," Su Qinghe said, casually twirling the utility knife in her hand, "Where are the rest?"

Zhao Wenyu's eyes darted around in a panic before finally settling on a black backpack lying on the ground beside him.

Su Qinghe followed his gaze, stood up, walked to the backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a brand new black cable tie.

She returned to Zhao Wenyu with the cable ties and waved the utility knife in front of him.

"Put your hands behind you and around the iron pillar."

Zhao Wenyu hesitated for a moment.

Su Qinghe slightly extended the tip of her knife forward, her eyes suddenly turning cold. "Didn't you understand what I said?"

Zhao Wenyu shuddered, his hands trembling as he raised them and slowly walked behind the iron pillar, clasping them together.

Su Qinghe went around behind the iron pillar and used cable ties to tightly bind his two wrists together, wrapping them twice more to secure them.

She deliberately tightened it very much.

It was even tighter than when Zhao Wenyu tied her up.

The absence of emotion does not mean she has no temper.

The straps were so tight that the edges dug into the flesh of his wrist, leaving two deep red marks.

Zhao Wenyu gasped in pain, but dared not utter a sound.

He was afraid that if he displeased Su Qinghe, she might just kill him.

So all they could do was swallow their pride and bear it.

After tying him up, Su Qinghe circled back to Zhao Wenyu's front, looked him up and down, and felt that something was still missing.

Ok……

She glanced down at Zhao Wenyu's gray T-shirt, then decisively reached out and ripped it off.

"Sizzle—"

A long strip of fabric was torn from the hem of the T-shirt.

Su Qinghe casually crumpled the cloth into a ball and then stuffed it into Zhao Wenyu's mouth.

Zhao Wenyu made a series of indistinct "woo-woo" sounds, his eyes wide open, and saliva dripping down the edge of the cloth strip.

They're practically no different from stray dogs.

After doing all this, Su Qinghe turned around and walked to the phone that Zhao Wenyu had thrown in the corner, bent down and picked it up.

The screen is mostly broken, there is a large black spot in the lower left corner, and it is completely unresponsive to touch.

She tried pressing the power button a few times, the screen flashed and then went dark, and then it wouldn't light up no matter how many times she pressed it.

obsolete.

Su Qinghe gripped her phone tightly in her hand and took a deep breath.

We can't stay here any longer.

She didn't know if Zhao Wenyu had any other accomplices, nor did she know where this place was or what the situation was like outside.

The only certainty is that staying here is definitely not a wise choice.

She had to leave as soon as possible, find a place with people, and find a phone to contact Ah Che.

With that thought in mind, Su Qinghe didn't hesitate any longer, pushed open the side door of the warehouse, and walked out.

The sunlight outside was too bright, and she squinted for a few seconds to adjust before she could see her surroundings clearly.

All that could be seen were vast stretches of wasteland and a few dilapidated tin warehouses standing forlornly among them.

The sound of waves crashing on the shore can be faintly heard in the distance.

There wasn't a single person in sight.

Su Qinghe walked out along a dirt road next to the warehouse, her sandals crunching on the gravel.

The sleeve of her floral blouse was torn, and the abrasions on her wrists were still throbbing, but she didn't care about any of that.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to get to the main road and see if any cars would pass by and flag one down for a ride.

After walking for about five or six minutes, the dirt road and an asphalt road intersected ahead.

Su Qinghe had just stepped onto the asphalt road and hadn't even had time to figure out her direction—

"boom--"

Just then, a burst of intense engine noise suddenly came from afar.

Su Qinghe instinctively turned her head and saw a convoy speeding toward her at an extremely fast speed not far away.

Leading the way was a black Maybach S680, followed closely by two Mercedes-Benz G63s and a Land Rover Range Rover.

All of them had glossy black bodies and dark-tinted windows, making them look menacing.

Su Qinghe's heart sank. Her first reaction was not, "Someone is coming to save me."

The question is whether these people are also Zhao Wenyu's accomplices?

If Zhao Wenyu could find thugs to kidnap her, who knows if he has other people behind him?

In her panic, Su Qinghe had no time to think; this kind of setup was clearly not something an ordinary person could put up.

Without any hesitation, she turned around and ran in the opposite direction before the convoy even got close.

Her sandals slapped against the asphalt, and her floral blouse fluttered in the wind.

Behind them, the sound of convoy engines rapidly approached.