"Who... are you exactly?" Ji Wei asked, her heart pounding.
The driver seemed to let out a cold laugh and suddenly yanked his arm out of Ji Wei’s grasp forcefully.
Because of the sheer strength, Ji Wei’s hand slipped abruptly, and her body tilted backward uncontrollably, stumbling onto the car seat.
Her head felt heavy, her consciousness grew increasingly blurry. Ji Wei tried to prop herself up, but after barely two seconds, she slumped weakly onto the seat, her hair disheveled, hanging down messily, motionless.
At the project site, Ling Ling stood in the hallway staring at her phone, stunned for a few seconds.
Just moments ago, she had called Ji Wei to ask if the investigation report on Shuiyun Lane needed to be sent over for her to confirm again. However, the call had been picked up for barely two seconds before being hung up.
Ling Ling found it odd. Judging by Ji Wei’s personality, she wouldn’t pick up a call without saying anything and immediately hang up.
She dialed again, but this time, the phone was directly turned off.
Could the phone have run out of battery?
For some reason, an inexplicable sense of unease crept into Ling Ling’s heart.
She tried working for a while, but her mind refused to settle. Finally, she decided to go to Central Hospital to personally confirm the matter of the report with Ji Wei.
Ling Ling arrived at Central Hospital, and without much effort, she found the ward where Old Madam Ji was staying.
Old Madam Ji seemed to have injured her ankle, and the doctor was currently conducting rehabilitation treatment on her.
Through the half-open ward door, Ling Ling didn’t spot Ji Wei’s figure. She scanned the hallway but didn’t find her anywhere either.
The unease in Ling Ling’s heart intensified, and she walked over to the servant waiting outside the ward door. "Hello, I’m Miss Ji’s assistant. Has she been here today?"
The servant, A Xiu, shook her head, visibly taken aback. "No, not at all. The Old Madam said it’s just a sprain, nothing serious, no need to bother the eldest young lady, so I didn’t inform her."
They hadn’t called Ji Wei!
Then whose call had Ji Wei answered?
Ling Ling’s eyelid twitched violently.
Without paying heed to A Xiu’s astonishment, Ling Ling immediately spun around and dashed out of the hospital.
Ji Wei had no idea how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was a sky blanketed in dense, gray clouds overhead.
Her awareness hadn’t completely returned yet. Her eyes shifted around, gazing blankly at her surroundings.
The place where she lay seemed to be floating on water, swaying lightly with her movements.
Alarmed, Ji Wei forced her aching head to lift as she struggled to sit up slowly.
Finally, she saw exactly where she was.
The place she lay was an old wooden boat, surrounded entirely by water. A dense mist hung in the air, making it impossible to see the shore or any endpoint.
At that moment, wind from over the lake caused the small wooden boat to rock incessantly.
Ji Wei reached out to hold onto the edge of the boat and discovered the wood was severely dilapidated. The entire boat didn’t even have a single oar; the boat’s edge had several cracks split open.
It was clearly an abandoned, broken-down wooden boat.
Looking at the endless expanse of mist-covered water around her, Ji Wei roughly guessed where she was.
It was likely the largest natural lake in the West City District.
But she distinctly remembered being in a taxi. How had she suddenly ended up here?
As her mind fully cleared, Ji Wei finally pieced together what had happened.
She must have been drugged into unconsciousness while in the taxi, then abducted here by the masked driver.
Such a vast lake, with depths unfathomable and no end in sight—if no one discovered her whereabouts, she could very well die here!
Who was so cruel, so merciless, wishing her dead!