Brother Qiang’s complexion changed, and any obscene thoughts he had vanished.
When it came down to lust versus life, life was undoubtedly more important.
He looked at An Ruo, a glint of viciousness flashing in his eyes.
Yanking a knife from his waist, he advanced on her menacingly.
The man’s eyes held a fierce intention to kill, and she truly seemed doomed today.
The cold blade thrust rapidly towards her abdomen, and in that instant, An Ruo forcefully pushed away the two people beside her and turned to leap!
The knife only managed to graze her side, leaving a long, yet shallow cut.
As for her, she quickly tumbled down the steep slope, rolling continuously until she finally came to a stop.
Looking down from the mountaintop, one could only spot a hint of the color of her clothes; she lay motionless amidst dense bushes, as if she had breathed her last.
A few people stood shocked for a while until Brother Qiang, looking at the blood on his knife, indecisively asked An Xin, "Should we go down now and make sure she’s dead?"
An Xin frowned tightly, wanting to curse him for his incompetence. But considering there were three of them, and worrying about provoking them, she doubted she would end up any better off.
"No need to go down. That height is at least several hundred meters; she’s either dead or crippled from the fall. Plus, no one will come here. If she’s not discovered for a few days, she’s surely a goner. If we go down, we might leave traces. Let’s clean up the scene and get out of here now."
As evening approached, Tang Yuchen returned home from the company and noticed An Ruo was not there, so he asked Uncle Tao where she had gone.
Uncle Tao said the Young Lady had left early in the morning and had not returned since.
The man took out his phone and dialed her number, but a pleasant voice came through, "Sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please try again later."
His brows furrowed slightly as he tried several more times, only to hear the same message.
Picking up his car keys, Tang Yuchen turned and hurried outside.
"Where are you going, Young Master? You haven’t eaten yet," Uncle Tao called after him. He didn’t respond and strode out of the living room to get into his car.
He opened the cover of his watch and pressed the search button; on the small map, a little red dot was blinking.
Expanding the view, the location of the red dot was to the northeast, twenty-seven degrees from his current position, giving even longitude and latitude.
The man closed his watch, pulled out a micro notebook from the car’s glove compartment, placed it in front, and began furiously typing with one hand while driving with the other.
In less than half a minute, he had pinpointed An Ruo’s location, Jianan Mountain.
It was the tallest mountain in J city, vast and uninhabited.
He had once taken her there...
Tang Yuchen’s eyes were deep, his lips tightly pressed. He stowed his computer and then sped up, heading for Jianan Mountain.
Night fell as a dazzling Bugatti came to a halt at the mountaintop.
The man stepped out of the car, looking around at the chilling surroundings with an uneasy hunch.
It had taken him an hour and a half to drive here, but An Ruo’s location hadn’t changed at all.
He opened his watch again, and the little red dot remained nearby.
Tang Yuchen spent a moment orienting himself, then his gaze settled on the cliffs below and stilled.
If he was not mistaken, An Ruo should be down there.
Turning back to the car, he took out a flashlight and crouched at the edge to search.
Finally, on an inconspicuous blade of grass, he spotted a dried drop of blood.