Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

Shen Chengyan did indeed come alone.

When Jiang Yu saw him appear alone, her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "You didn't really not call the police, did you?"

Seeing that she was alright, Shen Chengyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yu: "He has a gun. This lunatic has a gun. If you hadn't called the police, we'd be done for."

Thankfully, she's still full of energy.

Shen Chengyan smiled.

Jiang Yu became increasingly unsure as she spoke, "Don't laugh, it's a real gun, the kind with bullets."

Shen Chengyan hummed in agreement. "I saw it."

The gun in Song Yanjie's hand was pressed against Jiang Yu's head.

His gaze remained fixed, though a layer of sweat had broken out on his back, fearing that this madman might act unpredictably.

He said to Song Yanjie, "I'm here, alone. Don't drag innocent people into our feud."

He dared not provoke Song Yanjie, and his tone was pleading, "Let her go."

Song Yanjie stood behind Jiang Yu, one hand around her neck and the other holding a gun to her temple.

He said to Shen Chengyan, "Kneel down."

Shen Chengyan stood still.

Song Yanjie: "Kneel down like a dog, and I'll let her go."

Shen Chengyan nodded: "I'll do whatever you want me to do, but you have to let her go first."

"I told you to kneel down!" Song Yanjie suddenly tightened his grip. "Don't you understand?"

Jiang Yu felt a tight grip on her neck and immediately felt a wave of suffocation.

"What right do you have to bargain with me now?" Song Yanjie roared. "Kneel down!"

"Don't hurt her." Shen Chengyan knelt down with his hands raised, indicating that he posed no threat and that there was no need for him to get agitated.

Jiang Yu saw Shen Chengyan crawl slowly towards Song Yanjie, kneeling down. He knelt in front of Song Yanjie and said, "Big brother, don't hurt her, she can't breathe."

Song Yanjie was a little dazed.

He suddenly remembered the first day he returned to the Song family, when Shen Chengyan, who was a child, and the nanny stood in the living room to welcome him, calling him "Big Brother" in their childish voices.

Jiang Yu felt as if her throat was being squeezed by iron clamps, unable to inhale or exhale. Her throat felt swollen, painful, and tight. She instinctively tried to open her mouth to breathe, but not a single breath could get in.

My chest felt tight and burning, my lungs ached and throbbed, my temples throbbed, and a sharp ringing came from my ears.

She felt like she was about to die.

The next second, the grip on her neck loosened, and fresh air rushed into her lungs. She opened her mouth and gasped for breath, her sore throat triggering a violent cough.

Song Yanjie threw her aside: "Get lost."

Jiang Yu fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

Shen Chengyan tried to help Jiang Yu up, but Song Yanjie pointed a gun at him and said, "Kneel down properly. Did I say you could come over?"

Jiang Yu quickly coughed and said, "I'm fine..."

With her hands tied behind her back, she managed to sit up with some effort.

Shen Chengyan immediately said, "You should leave now. Don't worry about me. Don't call the police after you leave. My car is downstairs. Drive away."

Song Yanjie scoffed, "It's too late to call the police. It takes at least an hour to drive here from the city center. In an hour, I've already solved the problem."

Jiang Yu neither moved nor left.

Shen Chengyan raised his voice considerably: "Didn't you hear me? Let's go."

Jiang Yu breathed heavily, her chest heaving.

Shen Chengyan suddenly flew into a rage: "What are you still standing there for? Get out of here! Didn't you want a divorce? I agree. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

Jiang Yu's eyes welled up with tears.

When she watches TV, what she hates most is these life-or-death moments where the characters dawdle, cry, and refuse to leave. She always curses those characters as idiots in her heart, thinking that if they can escape, they should do so, and what's there to hesitate about?

But when the choice was truly presented to her, she realized how difficult it was to leave without looking back.

Song Yanjie was getting impatient. "If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. I just happen to need one more audience member."

Shen Chengyan looked at her silently, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "Let's go, don't let me die in vain."

Jiang Yu seemed to see the pleading in his eyes and was stunned.

She slowly stood up, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and limped away.

Song Yanjie clicked his tongue: "As expected, when disaster strikes, everyone flies away. I thought she would stay and die with you."

**

The villa had been abandoned for many years and had no electricity. The dim light inside came from the car that Shen Chengyan had driven there.

Jiang Yu stumbled downstairs and ran outside the villa. She saw a familiar car with the engine running and the lights on.

The car door wasn't closed. Jiang Yu went to the driver's seat and saw Shen Chengyan's phone lying on the seat. The phone screen was still lit up, showing his chat history with Chen Junhai.

Chen Junhai: [That damned madman, wasn't he arrested? How did he manage to escape?]

Chen Junhai: [Jiang Yu, that troublemaker, will definitely be fine.]

Chen Junhai: [I've already called the police. Try to stall for time.]

Jiang Yu sat in the driver's seat, her chest heaving. Despite the cold night, she was covered in sweat. Her muddled mind slowly calmed down as she saw the chat logs.

The police have been called. Great, they'll be here soon.

She will be alright.

Shen Chengyan will definitely be alright.

Breathe.

Take a deep breath.

calm.

clam down.

Think of a solution.

What can we do?

Song Yanjie is right. Even if you call the police, they might not be able to arrive in time.

Shen Chengyan is still in great danger.

Jiang Yu's mind was sometimes clear, sometimes confused, sometimes full of hope, and sometimes full of pessimism.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." She cursed under her breath. No matter what, the most important thing now was to regain her freedom.

She got out of the car, ran back to the villa, walked around the first floor, and saw a knife rack on the kitchen stove.

She walked over, turned her back to the stove, stood on tiptoe, and reached for the knife rack with her fingers.

She had to be very careful, otherwise she would tip over the knife holder and make noise.

The people upstairs must have thought she had run away.

Reaching for something with your back to the wall is really difficult, but Jiang Yu has practiced yoga for many years and has a very good flexibility. Although it was very strenuous, she still managed to pull a knife out of the knife rack.

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned the knife over, and tried to cut the straps on her hands little by little.

But this method is too difficult. With your hands tied behind your back, you can't see anything, and if the knife is even slightly off-center, it will cut your flesh.

Moreover, the more someone struggles, the tighter the cable ties become.

Jiang Yu felt the cable ties digging into her flesh. In the last instance, she didn't control her strength well, and the knife cut her skin. The stinging pain instantly shot to her brain, and she jolted awake, swallowing back the sound she was about to scream.

Blood flowed down his wrist to his palm and dripped onto the ground.

After the initial pain subsided, Jiang Yu abandoned the idea of ​​cutting the cable ties with a knife.

What other options are there?

Jiang Yu had never taken a course on how to save herself after her hands were tied behind her back. All she could think of were the secret agents in action movies who used their agility and skill to move their tied hands in front of them.

Perhaps she could give it a try?

Having practiced yoga for so many years, my body is still very flexible and skillful.

She slowly relaxed her shoulders and back, lowered her bound hands, rotated her shoulders to adjust her body, avoiding her shoulder blades getting stuck, and then leaned to one side, bending forward, trying to bring her chin as close to her knee as possible.

Great, you're halfway there.

After adjusting her breathing, she tried to pass her hand, which had already moved under her buttocks, through the gap between her legs. This step was really difficult. After several attempts, she finally got the hang of it. On the last try, she gritted her teeth and twisted her wrist. The next second, her whole hand squeezed through. Then, she straightened her legs in one go, straightened her back, and succeeded.

Jiang Yu was panting heavily after finishing all this.

My wrist was covered in blood.

Having your hands in front of you makes things much easier, at least your vision is clear.

Jiang Yu picked up the knife again and used the tip to slowly grind the buckle of the cable ties.

A minute later, a faint "click" sound was heard.

The cable ties on my wrist came undone.

Jiang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Ignoring her leg injury, she took the knife, tiptoed, and limped upstairs.

Because of the angle, the entrance is not visible from the terrace, but Jiang Yu can see it from there.

Song Yanjie pressed a gun against Shen Chengyan, who was kneeling on the ground. In the dim light, he couldn't see Shen's face, but he could hear the excitement in Shen's voice. "The day the police took me away, didn't you tell me to die?"

Song Yanjie slapped Shen Chengyan's face repeatedly, saying, "I want to see who's going to die today."

This humiliating act didn't elicit much of a reaction from Shen Chengyan; his voice remained calm as always: "Do you know you did me a favor?"

Song Yanjie stared at him coldly.

Shen Chengyan said, "Actually, I'm not quite sure how many years you'll be in prison. After all, you're Song Yihong's son. He called the police in a fit of anger, but these kinds of economic crimes are very complicated to prosecute. I was worried that if Song Yihong softened his stance, his attitude would affect the verdict."

"Now look what's happened. To get revenge on me, you faked illness to escape from the police, kidnapped my wife, and even had a gun..."

At this point, Shen Chengyan looked up at Song Yanjie, his smile finally gone: "You really are pushing yourself to your death, leaving me with no worries."

Song Yanjie retaliated by firing a shot directly into Shen Chengyan's shoulder.

The loud "bang" was especially clear in the quiet night.

Shen Chengyan groaned and fell to the ground. Song Yanjie, as if venting his anger, kicked him in the abdomen several more times.

Finally, he stomped his foot on Shen Chengyan's back, panting heavily: "Do you think you'll leave here alive today?!"

Jiang Yu was extremely anxious watching from outside.

I kept telling myself to calm down.

She had an injured leg and couldn't run fast. If she rushed over like that, Song Yanjie would definitely shoot her if he heard the noise.

Will he hit her?

she does not know.

All she knew was that he was a very good shot.

If she's quick-witted enough to dodge his shot, then Shen Chengyan will need to react fast enough. He'll have to spring up like in the movies, maybe he can turn the tide.

But if Shen Chengyan's reaction time isn't fast enough, and Song Yanjie kills her with one shot, he'll then finish her off with another.

Then she and he will die together at Song Yanjie's hands.

Want to take a gamble?

On the terrace, Song Yanjie had already pulled Shen Chengyan up from the ground and pressed a gun against his forehead.

Jiang Yu's mind went blank for a moment; she felt that Song Yanjie was going to get serious.

do not care.

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth, gripped the knife tightly, and rushed inside. The sound of her running startled Song Yanjie on the terrace. At the same time, Jiang Yu forcefully swung the knife and lunged to the side.

As her body hit the ground, Song Yanjie fired at her; the bullet whizzed past her head.

The next second, the sound of a heavy object hitting the glass rang out.

Even shards of glass flew out and landed on Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu lay prostrate on the ground, his heart pounding violently.

She had just witnessed Shen Chengyan spring up in a split second and tackle Song Yanjie around the waist in an impact takedown.

She won her bet.

When Jiang Yu got up, her palms were cut by shards of glass, but she didn't care and went to look at the men who were fighting.

Shen Chengyan's sudden attack just now propelled Song Yanlou from the balcony into the room, and the two of them are now fighting like wild beasts.

Jiang Yu noticed that Song Yanjie's hands were empty.

His gun slipped from his hand!

Jiang Yu searched around the dimly lit room.

Finally, I spotted the gun in the corner.

She ran over, picked up the gun, and gripped it tightly in her hand.

She had never seen or touched a real gun; her knowledge of guns was limited to movies and games.

When she pointed the gun at the two people locked in combat, she dared not fire, fearing she might accidentally injure Shen Chengyan.

Shen Chengyan had just been shot in the shoulder and kicked in the abdomen so many times. Although he had a slight advantage in the fight, he was clearly struggling.

As if he knew Jiang Yu's predicament, Shen Chengyan suddenly stopped his heavy blows. Song Yanjie, who was already at a disadvantage, immediately countered. He flipped over and pinned Jiang Yu to the floor, punching him hard in the eye socket.

But before his fist could land, a gunshot rang out.

Then another shot rang out.

Two gunshots rang out, and Song Yanjie fell to the ground.

Shen Chengyan's hand was covered in a warm, wet patch of Song Yanjie's bright red blood.

He pushed Song Yanjie, who had fallen on top of him, away, staggered to his feet, and walked over to Jiang Yu, who was holding a gun in both hands and looking somewhat dazed.

"Wife?" Shen Chengyan called her softly. "It's me."

Jiang Yu suddenly snapped out of her daze, threw down the gun in her hand, and looked at Song Yanjie lying in a pool of blood. She trembled all over, "I killed him?"

Shen Chengyan knew she must have been quite frightened, so he led her to the balcony, cupped her face in his hands, and gently comforted her, "It's alright, look into my eyes, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Yu said, "I feel a little nauseous."

Shen Chengyan smiled and said, "If you feel like throwing up, then throw up."

Jiang Yu shook her head: "I can't spit it out..."

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes widened suddenly, and her pupils contracted.

Shen Chengyan had his back to the room and couldn't see what was behind him, but Jiang Yu could. As Jiang Yu looked terrified, Shen Chengyan seemed to realize something. He reflexively pushed Jiang Yu away and turned around the next second.

A dark figure rushed over, using the same posture and the same impact takedown.

Jiang Yu collapsed to the ground. In just a second or two, the person who had been standing in front of her, gently comforting her, had vanished.

She heard a dull thud as something heavy fell to the ground.

After a few seconds of blankness, Jiang Yu immediately got up and rushed to the railing to look down.

She saw two figures lying on the ground.

She ran downstairs like a madwoman. Song Yanjie lay on the ground, his limbs twisted, blood gushing from his mouth. He had a ferocious, eerie smile on his face, his eyes fixed on Shen Chengyan, as if he were saying something.

Not far from him, Shen Chengyan lay face down, motionless.

Jiang Yu ran over and knelt beside him, calling his name softly, but he did not respond.

Her hands trembled as she tried to help him up, but when her hand went behind his neck, she touched something wet, sticky, and warm, and then smelled the blood in the cold air.

The sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.