Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, her fingers gripping her phone tightened abruptly, and she spoke almost instinctively, "Driver, could you please pull over? I'm suddenly feeling a bit unwell..."

But before she could finish speaking, a large amount of thick white mist suddenly poured out from the gap under the front seat.

A cloyingly sweet smell instantly filled the entire carriage.

Wen Ruan's pupils contracted sharply, and she reflexively held her breath, covering her mouth and nose tightly with her elbow.

But the white mist came too fast and too fiercely, and the sweet smell seeped into my nostrils, and it was too late.

Her vision began to blur, and her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

The phone screen remained on the chat interface with Jiang Yubai, but her fingers had lost all strength, and the phone slipped from her palm, falling with a "thud" onto the floor mat.

In her last remaining shred of consciousness, Wen Ruan desperately tried to struggle and call for help, but it felt as if something was blocking her throat.

A bottomless darkness enveloped me...

Office of the Director-General of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Jiang Yubai had just finished a long video conference, took off his headphones, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it; there were no new message notifications on the screen.

He frowned. Usually, Wen Ruan would message him after get off work to ask what he wanted to eat for dinner.

Jiang Yubai dialed the number directly, but no one answered.

His eyes behind his glasses darkened; Wen Ruan never ignored his calls.

After a moment of contemplation, he contacted his assistant, Xiao Ren, and Chen Sheng instructed, "Check Wen Ruan's phone location."

Xiao Ren was a little surprised, but immediately replied, "Okay, Director, please wait a moment."

Less than three minutes later, Xiao Ren called back, puzzled, "Director, the location of Madam's cell phone signal... is in the suburbs, in the eastern part of the city, near the old industrial park."

Jiang Yubai's gaze suddenly turned cold.

Wen Ruan left work as usual today, without mentioning any plans to go to the suburbs, and had no reason not to answer the phone.

"Get the car ready. Take the passengers; I need to go there."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Jiang Yubai grabbed his coat and strode out of the office, dialing Wen Ruan's number repeatedly.

But no one answered the phone.

At the same time, Wen Ruan's head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and her temples throbbed with pain.

She frowned and tried to move her fingers, but immediately noticed something was wrong.

Her wrists were tightly bound by something, the rough texture rubbing against her skin—it was a rope!

Her heart sank, and she immediately recalled what had happened before.

Wen Ruan forced herself to calm down, not daring to open her eyes, her ears alertly picking up the sounds around her.

She felt herself lying on a very soft bed.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, accompanied by a rough, hoarse male voice: "Is this the chick?"

The door was pushed open very quietly.

"Wow, that's beautiful."

Wen Ruan's breath hitched slightly; someone had come in.

She had already noticed that someone was watching her.

A cheap smell of tobacco and alcohol gradually approached. "She's even more radiant than in the photos... Is she really someone I can mess around with?"

Wen Ruan's nails dug into her palms instantly, and a chilling coldness shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, instantly engulfing her entire body.

She realized that there were at least three people's footsteps, not just one.

She had to find a way to break free of the ropes immediately.

The only saving grace was that the ropes weren't tied very tightly, leaving some room for maneuver.

Suddenly, a greasy, rough hand reached out in front of her and touched her face.

Wen Ruan felt a stinging pain in her cheek; the man's strength was considerable, instantly reminding her of a past trauma...

"So fair and tender, it's worth it!"

The man chuckled.

Wen Ruan suddenly opened her eyes and kicked out with all her might!

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on the man's chest, sending him staggering back two steps before he crashed into the low cabinet behind him with a dull thud.

"Damn it! You dare kick me?!"

The man froze for half a second, then flew into a rage, strode forward, grabbed her shoulder, and slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

Wen Ruan was knocked to the side, her ears ringing, and her cheek quickly swelled up into a hot, red patch.

Her vision blurred for a moment, and a rusty, bloody taste filled her mouth.

The man grabbed her by the collar, shoved her onto the bed, and roughly tore at the buttons of her coat with his other hand, cursing, "You dare kick me? I'll teach you to kick me! Today I'll show you what rules are!"

"Get out of here!"

With a "rip," two buttons on Wen Ruan's coat popped open, revealing her undershirt.

Her body stiffened, her stomach churning with intense nausea and fear, and her eyes burned with fury.

She struggled desperately, but her strength was insignificant under the suppression of the adult man.

Her hoarse voice carried a desperate intensity: "Do you know who I am? I am Jiang Yubai's wife, the wife of the Director of Foreign Affairs."

"If you let me go now, there's still a chance. But if you touch me today, I guarantee none of you will escape. I'll make you regret ever being born."

Her eyes were fierce, a threatening look on her face.

She had just noticed that there was a black camera inside the room.

Realizing what they wanted to do, Wen Ruan felt a chill run down her spine.

The man paused slightly as he tore at her clothes, exchanged a glance with his accomplice behind him, and a barely perceptible hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

But he hesitated for only a moment.

He licked his chapped lips and chuckled, "Little beauty, don't blame us. We're just doing our bidding. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending the wrong person."

As he spoke, he bent down and tugged at her collar, "Don't worry, we'll take very beautiful pictures of you."

Wen Ruan's face turned pale, and she jerked her hand away!

His right hand had somehow broken free!

Without thinking, she grabbed the dusty brass lamp from the bedside table and smashed it with all her might against the man's head!

"Bang!"

The metal base slammed heavily onto the man's temple, and he let out a painful roar, "Ah! Holy shit!"

The man was knocked to one side by the impact, clutching his head and staggering backward.

He glared angrily at Wen Ruan with a murderous look, "You're fucking asking for it!"

Without pausing for even a second, Wen Ruan rolled over and lunged at the foot of the bed, grabbing the broken glass shards from the lamp base and frantically cutting the remaining knots on her left wrist.

"Damn it! She even dared to lay a hand on me!" another man cursed, and together with the third man, they rushed forward.

Wen Ruan moved swiftly and quickly cut the rope, then got out of bed and ran.

But the other two men grabbed her ankles and dragged her back.

Wen Ruan was pulled so hard that she slammed against the edge of the bed, her knee hitting the hardwood edge, and the pain made her vision go black for a moment.

"Well……"

She gripped the shard of glass tightly, oblivious to the blood and gore cutting her fingertips, and with all her might, she slashed at the hand that was holding her ankle!