Spoiled Sparrow

At that time, Fu Chen was in a meeting room. His new project with Yantu Technology was officially launched, and the two parties signed a contract.

"Mr. He, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

After the meeting ended, the two received calls from their assistants, one after the other.

Chen Yan: "Brother Chen! Your wife has gone missing."

Han Feng: "Mr. He, Miss Ruan and Youyou are missing!"

Before He Xun Nan could even hang up the phone, he rushed to press the elevator button: "Send someone to look for it immediately."

Fu Chen, his body icy cold, took a deep breath: "Send people to the airport to arrest them."

Does she think she can escape Kyoto just because she's given a day of freedom?

Ten minutes later, a familiar call came into Fu Chen's personal cell phone.

Fu Chen lowered his head and smiled faintly, thinking that Ruan Qing was still reluctant to part with him.

Before he could even utter the cheesy remark, a voice altered with a voice changer came through: "Mr. Fu, guess where your precious Ruan Qing is right now?"

The sharp, sarcastic voice on the phone was mixed with urgent sobs: "If you don't want her to die, don't call the police. Prepare 30 million in cash before dawn, otherwise... you can just wait to collect her corpse."

A cold laugh came from the other end of the phone, and then the call was immediately hung up, leaving no room for negotiation.

Fu Chen paused for 0.01 seconds, then shouted, "Find a way to withdraw 30 million immediately!"

He strode toward the private elevator, leaving his three secretaries staring at each other in astonishment.

"Thirty million? What happened? Has something happened to the company?"

"No way, the problem is that 30 million in cash can't be achieved in a short time."

Fu Chen tried his best to control his emotions, and his steps were so fast that he was almost running.

When Chen Yan saw him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his aura of hostility was so strong that Chen Yan dared not approach him.

With things having developed to this point, Chen Yan had no choice but to confess to Fu Chen.

"Mr. Fu, Mr. He's daughter also went missing at the same time. Do you have any news from him?"

Why is He Xunnan's daughter with Ruan Qing?

His immediate priority was to find Ruan Qing and confirm her safety. He didn't have time to investigate further and immediately notified the Fu family's security.

He dialed He Xunnan's number, his face extremely pale.

"Mr. He, this is a premeditated kidnapping. Don't call the police yet, and don't provoke the kidnappers."

After learning from Fu Chen that the child and Ruan Qing had been deliberately kidnapped, He Xunnan immediately joined forces with Fu Chen to search for them.

At this moment, Ruan Qing woke up from the anesthesia. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her hands and feet were bound with hemp rope. A faint, persistent cry awakened her senses.

She turned her head in the direction of the sound, and her forehead touched Youyou's.

"long?"

Youyou curled up in the corner, her feet tied in a tight knot, her little hands clutching her knees, afraid to cry out loud.

Her mother, whom she thought was "dead," suddenly came back to life. She immediately burrowed into Ruan Qing's stomach and said in a trembling voice, "Mommy, I'm so scared."

Ruan Qing felt her hands and steadied her voice: "Youyou, help Mom remove the things covering her eyes."

With all her might, Ruan Qing finally managed to see the scene around her.

The room, with walls on all four sides, had only a dilapidated, swaying chandelier. On a bed made of a few broken steel pipes and wooden planks lay a dusty red floral quilt, and the floor was simply sealed with a layer of cement.

She struggled to move forward an inch, her body trembling, when the dilapidated door suddenly creaked open, and Su Jiaojiao, wearing high heels, approached her step by step.

Su Jiaojiao looked down at her, holding a video camera in her hand.

She slowly squatted down, and the camera focused on Ruan Qing's body, moving inch by inch from bottom to top.

With her other hand gripping Ruan Qing's neck tightly, her voice shrill and piercing: "You stole my life, you stole everything I should have had!"

She shook Ruan Qing frantically, her tone gradually becoming manic: "We were born on the same day, month, and year. You must have hired a master to steal everything from me, right!"

You've always had your parents' love, a warm home, beautiful clothes, and the best of everything. What about me?!

Do you know what kind of life I lived before I turned eighteen?

Su Jiaojiao stood up angrily, picked up the camera, spun around, and spread her hands: "Look, this is where I live."

Her tone suddenly changed, becoming chillingly sinister: "But this is supposed to be your home."

"Since you've stolen my perfect life, then you should atone with your death. How about I leave this demolished house to you as your grave?"

Ruan Qing watched her lose control in silence.

Her silence was interpreted by Su Jiaojiao as arrogance, mockery, and contempt.

Su Jiaojiao's hatred surged instantly. She slapped Ruan Qing across the face and laughed maniacally: "Why isn't your sugar daddy here yet? Isn't he the one who can bankrupt Su Mingsheng and send him to jail? How come he can't even come up with 30 million? It seems you're just a plaything in his eyes."

She stepped forward, pinched Ruan Qing's chin hard, and smiled smugly: "Let me tell you a secret, even if he really brings 30 million, you and this little brat won't survive."

From the corner, Youyou cried out in a tearful voice, "Let go of my mommy! You're a bad auntie!"

Su Jiaojiao turned around and glared at Youyou fiercely, which frightened Youyou so much that she immediately covered her mouth and her shoulders trembled.

After venting her frustration, she pushed open the door and went out, but as she closed it, she turned back sharply to warn, "If you want to live two more minutes, behave yourself."

Ruan Qing peeked through the crack in the door and saw the two men who had drugged her sitting on the sofa counting money. A direct confrontation was no longer an option.

"Hey, you promised a million, and you're just going to try and fob off my brother with this little bit?"

Zhang San threw 100,000 yuan on the table, gritted his teeth, and glared at her: "This is a job that puts your life on the line."

Su Jiaojiao's momentum immediately softened. "Don't worry, I will definitely give you the rest after it's done. I guarantee it with my life."

Feeling weak all over, Ruan Qing took advantage of Su Jiaojiao's conversation with her two accomplices to quickly move towards the rusty bedside.

She carefully aligned her wrists, which were bound behind her back, with the broken, rusty steel piece and rubbed the hemp rope on her wrists back and forth.

Soon, the sharp iron scraps wore down the hemp rope, causing it to fray and break little by little—a long and agonizing ordeal.

Ruan Qing's wrists and forearms were cut and bleeding. She bit her lower lip, looked at Youyou huddled in the corner, and with a determined effort, the rope finally broke.

She picked up the hemp rope she had untied, climbed back to the corner of the wall, untied the knot on her feet, and tied a slipknot.

Looking at her bleeding wrist, Youyou swallowed back her sobs.

After doing everything she could, Ruan Qing turned around and hugged Youyou's head: "Don't be afraid, Mommy's here. Youyou, be strong. Daddy will definitely come."

They'll definitely come, right, Fu Chen?

Ruan Qing silently recited his name in her heart, suppressing her fear with all her might at the critical moment of life and death.

Even though he was trembling with fear, he still hugged Youyou and told himself to calm down.

We must get out of here alive.