Because she was addicted

Wen Jia took a taxi and arrived at the place Pan Mei had mentioned forty minutes later.

"Why are you so late?!"

As soon as Wen Jia got out of the car, she was almost tackled by Pan Mei, who appeared out of nowhere.

"Jiajia, hurry, come with me to save your brother."

Without saying a word, Pan Mei dragged Wen Jia toward a lavishly decorated nightclub.

It was already nightfall, and groups of handsome men and beautiful women walked in arm in arm.

As night falls, neon lights gleam.

The word "allure" immediately caught Wen Jia's eye.

"Wait a moment."

Wen Jia's pupils dilated, and she pointed at the nightclub in front of her.

"Is Wen Zhao here?"

Enchanting is very famous in Haicheng and is one of Lin Zhidong's many businesses.

The thought of Lin Zhidong made Wen Jia shudder.

"Yes, yes. Your brother is capable and handsome. He was chosen for the job right away. He's been earning a lot of money every month these past few months."

Pan Mei was in a hurry and pulled her desperately to go inside.

It was only then that Wen Jia realized that Pan Mei was indeed different from the one she had met a few months ago.

She had gotten a stylish perm and even tried on makeup like city people, but the makeup was a bit too heavy. She cried so hard that her face was covered in snot and tears, and her makeup was ruined. Her eyeliner smudged and hung on her face, and the tear stains washed away the thick foundation on her face. Her lipstick was drawn big and thick, making her look like a gaping maw.

She wore a gold necklace, gold earrings, and a gold bracelet. Her clothes were also flashy, a dark red lace-trimmed dress.

Wen Jia shook off her hand and turned to leave.

Once you enter Lin Zhidong's territory, you can't get out.

She instinctively felt that Pan Mei was lying to her.

"What are you doing!"

Pan Mei was stunned when she saw Wen Jia turn and leave, and quickly chased after her.

Wen Jia looked furious. "What exactly do you want from me that you lured me here?"

Why would I try to comfort you?

Pan Mei stomped her feet, chasing and shouting all the way.

"Your brother has really been arrested by their people. They say he took something from the boss, and they'll beat him to death if he doesn't hand it over."

Pan Mei's voice was high-pitched and sharp, attracting the attention of passersby.

"You took it?" Wen Jia's voice rose several octaves.

Pan Mei looked embarrassed and stammered for a long time.

"Oh, yes, yes, I took it!"

Seeing that she still wouldn't tell the truth, Wen Jia turned and left.

"Jiajia, don't go!"

Seeing that no amount of calling her was working, Pan Mei simply plopped down on the ground and started wailing.

"Oh, you heartless bastard! I carried you for ten months, and I almost died during childbirth. Now you're all grown up, all independent, enjoying yourself in the city while you ignore me and your brother's life! He's your own brother, blood is thicker than water! How can you be so cold-hearted? Won't you ever need your brother's help in the future?"

Located in the city center, and at this time of night when it was busiest, Pan Mei's crying and fussing quickly attracted a crowd of people pointing and whispering, and some even took out their phones to take pictures of the mother and daughter.

Wen Jia was at her wit's end.

Are you going to cry again?

As soon as she drank, Pan Mei's curses were choked back down her throat.

Wen Jia pulled her to a corner,

"Explain yourself clearly from beginning to end. If you lie again, I will definitely not get involved."

Pan Mei had no choice but to tell the truth.

"This afternoon, I suddenly received a video call from A-Zhao."

On the other end of the video, Wen Zhao was beaten until her head was bleeding, and she lay on the ground like a lump of mud, crying and calling for her mother.

"A man stepped on his head and told me to hand over what he had taken, or he would make me go to the sea to retrieve a corpse."

"What did Wen Zhao take?" Wen Jia asked.

"I don't know! All I know is that he's been making a lot of money these past few months, and he's been taking me shopping all the time. I brought everything he gave me, and it's all here."

Pan Mei opened her large bag.

Inside were crystal glasses, vintage wines, exquisite ornaments, and even used lipsticks and cosmetics... It was practically a magic bag, containing all sorts of random things.

Wen Jia understood immediately.

It must be that Wen Zhao was dishonest and got caught stealing from Mei Huo.

"Anything else?" She glared at Pan Mei.

Pan Mei looked at the Cartier bracelet on her hand with a pang of heartache, then took it off and threw it in.

"Now that you've brought the items, you can go in and change the person."

Wenjia was puzzled.

Pan Mei's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"I...I dare not! Jiajia, I really had no other choice but to come to you. They gave me two hours. If I can't produce anything by then, Wen Zhao will be chopped up and thrown into the sea to feed the fish."

Pan Mei was on the verge of a breakdown.

With little time left, she was extremely anxious.

"Call the police."

She took out her phone to make a call.

"No!"

Pan Mei snatched the phone away.

"They also said that if the police are called, they'll chop them up and throw them into the sea. They even said they're not afraid of the police in Haicheng."

This sounds like something someone like Lin Zhidong would say.

Wen Jia was at her wit's end.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Jiajia, you're smart and resourceful. Help Azhao. Go talk to them and find out what exactly it is, and get your brother back."

Pan Mei was heartbroken from crying.

"Jiajia, I can't live without Wenzhao. You saved him, and from now on I'll do anything for you, like a slave!"

Wen Jia's head was throbbing from all the crying, so she could only say:

"When we go inside, if anything seems wrong, I'll call the police immediately. You're not allowed to stop me."

"I know, I know, I won't stop you, I won't stop you."

The music in the allure was blasting loudly, and the lights on the dance floor were dazzling.

Wen Jia, accompanied by Pan Mei and the security guards leading the way, encountered Gu Nan and Shen Yu, who were there to visit Mei Huo.

"Jiajia?"

Just as Shen Yu was about to come up and say hello, Gu Nan grabbed him.

Wen Jia didn't want to see him at all.

But seeing him now gave her a glimmer of hope. She brushed past Shen Yu, quickly saying:

"If I didn't come out after half an hour, I immediately called the police."

Pan Mei and Wen Zhao are unreliable; she needs to have a backup plan.

A few minutes later, Wen Jia and Pan Mei were led into the alluring security room.

Upon entering, five or six men were playing cards around a coffee table, the room filled with smoke. Wen Zhao was thrown to the ground like a dead dog, with two men each stepping on him, ready to kick him hard if he dared to move.

"Ah Zhao! Mom's here, Mom's here to save you."

Pan Mei collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain.

"mom!"

Wen Zhao was beaten black and blue, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. He cried out and his mouth was full of blood.

This broke Pan Mei's heart. She hugged Wen Zhao tightly, calling her her darling, and handed her everything from her bag.

"Brothers, I'll give you all of this. Please, have mercy and let my son go."

The men ignored her.

Two of Wen Jia's companions paused for a moment, though.

These two men had previously accompanied Brother Meng to the M Group to apologize to Wen Jia. They had seen Wen Jia before and recognized her at a glance.

"Brothers, what exactly did Wen Zhao take from you? He's young and doesn't know any better, so please tell me clearly so I can make him return it."

Wen Jia stood by the door and addressed the group of men in the room.

The leader, with a hideous scar on his face, bit the cigarette in his mouth, glanced sideways at Wen Jia, and casually flicked out a pair of sharp objects.

Who are you?

Someone next to him whispered something in his ear.

Scarface's expression changed slightly, and his smile became sinister.

"So you're Wen Jia! What a rare guest! Mr. Lin invited you but you wouldn't come, but now you've delivered yourself to my doorstep. What? Is this pretty boy your lover?"

Wen Jia: "He is my younger brother."

"Younger brother? Wen Zhao? Wen Jia? Oh, I see. Wen Zhao, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Wen Zhao was kicked.

Pan Mei sensed something unspoken and her heart immediately filled with hope, thinking that calling Wen Jia over was indeed the right thing to do.

She held her son and said ingratiatingly:

"Brother, it turns out you know my daughter. That's wonderful. Since we're all acquaintances, please make an exception and let my son go."

"Let him go?"

Scarface squinted, exhaled a smoke ring, and grinned as he said:

"Damn it, if I had known that brat was Wen Jia's brother, I wouldn't have held back at all!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and pointed at Wen Zhao on the ground:

"Beat him! Give him a good beating. His sister owes our CEO Lin a debt, and today we'll make up for it all with this brat."