The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

When the two sides were in a deadlock, the few men in black who had just run away returned. A few people were chasing from behind them. When the men in black ran up to them, they were killed by the people chasing them.

The sound of the knife slicing through flesh and blood spraying out was especially terrifying on this night. Just as Song Jiaren was preparing herself, she saw a few people walking towards Yan Cheng. They bowed respectfully and said, "Master, they are all here."

Yan Cheng's gaze shifted to a rectangular object on the ground. This thing was brought out from the Song family by these men in black.

Song Jiaren also looked over. This was a painting that was hung in Song Chuyan's room. She had seen it before. This painting seemed to be quite valuable, but no matter how valuable it was, it wasn't worth such a big scene.

The next second, Wen Qing's actions answered her. Wen Qing immediately went forward and flipped the painting on the ground over. His actions were rough as he directly cut the painting. A painting worth a million yuan was instantly turned into waste paper.

The corners of Song Jiaren's lips twitched. What a silly thought.

Wen Qing took out a jade pendant from the back of the painting and handed it to Yan Cheng. Song Jiaren was a little puzzled. "Isn't it better to just take the jade pendant and leave? Why take the painting?"

The scene went silent for a moment. One of the men in black who was still breathing on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood and died from anger.

Only then did Song Jiaren realize that she had spoken her inner thoughts out loud. She looked at Yan Cheng, who was looking over. Although she really wanted the jade pendant back, it was better to save her life in this situation.

She chuckled and pointed at the sky. "Look over there."

When she was ready to run, she raised her head and saw Yan Cheng and his men glaring at her.

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Song Jiaren rubbed her nose awkwardly.

Faint mirth flashed across Yan Cheng's eyes as the night wind blew gently. He covered his lips with one hand and coughed lightly. Soon after, the cough became louder and louder. His eyes were red and the veins on his face were bulging, making him look as mysterious and evil as a vampire.

Wen Qing quickly shouted, "Quick, bring the medicine over. You guys will send Master Cheng back to the car with me."

A few men lifted Yan Cheng's wheelchair together. Song Jiaren took the opportunity to sneak away. She had only taken two steps when Wen Qing grabbed her neck from behind.

Song Jiaren wanted to dodge, but her massive body failed. She wanted to throw him over her shoulder, but this body was too weak and had no strength, so she failed.

Wen Qing's voice was cold and anxious. "I'll kill you right now."

Song Jiaren knew that this body was too weak. She was able to gain the upper hand because he had underestimated her and she caught him by surprise. Now, it would be difficult for her to escape.

When she saw Yan Cheng, who was still coughing non-stop after getting into the car, she shouted, "I can treat Master Cheng."

Wen Qing did not believe it, but his hands paused for a moment.

Song Jiaren quickly said, "Just let me try. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to kill me."

After some hesitation, Wen Qing brought her to Yan Cheng's car. Before she got into the car, Wen Qing warned, "You better not play any tricks. Otherwise, the entire Song family will be buried with you."

With a bargaining chip in hand, Song Jiaren started to show off. She rolled her eyes and said, "If you continue to dawdle,he will cough to death."

Wen Qing's expression darkened, but he still opened the car door.

The smug Song Jiaren met Yan Cheng's eyes. There wasn't a hint of worry in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of indifference, as if this wasn't his body.

This gaze made Song Jiaren restrain herself and her body tensed up uncomfortably.

It wasn't until later that Song Jiaren recalled this gaze that she realized how strange it was. This gaze didn't seem like something a human should have. It didn't seem lively at all.

Wen Qing reported, "Master, Miss Song said that she can help you take a look."

Master Cheng never allowed women to touch his body. Wen Qing was also a little nervous when he reported it.