Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
No matter how Yang Sitong yelled out, there was no one to respond to her. Instinctively, she tried struggling. However, she found out that she was bound with steel chains by her wrists. No matter how hard she struggled, it was all futile.
She could not contain her despair.
Where was this?
Was she going to die here?
Was there anyone who would come for her?
As time went by, her fear intensified and grew such that she was almost going into a meltdown and could not help but bawl out in tears.
At that moment, someone opened the door to the room, and a blinding light pierced in.
For Yang Sitong who had been stuck in the darkness for such a long time, she could barely open her eyes in the face of the light.
The lights were then switched on as two bulky men walked in.
Without saying anything more, they tugged at her body violently, and before long, her clothes were all torn apart.
Shrieking and crying, she crawled and stumbled back, trying to escape to a corner. However, the men grabbed her legs and pulled her back violently before grabbing at her body wantonly once more.
Yang Sitong’s heart was filled with nothing but immense shame and despair. Just as she thought that she was going to be f*cked by these two wretched men, they suddenly stopped.
Despite that, she did not feel relieved at all—she was still in the deep recesses of fear.
Breaking out into an uncontrollable shiver, her chained hands were covering her head as she screamed out helplessly while shutting her eyes tightly.
“NO! NOOOOOOO! PLEASE LET ME GO! I’LL LET YOU GUYS HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT! MONEY, CARS, APARTMENTS… AS LONG AS YOU GUYS LET ME OFF, PLEASE…!”
A cold, crisp set of footsteps trawled out through the cramped space followed by a long silence.
Yang Sitong then opened her eyes weakly, wanting to peek if those two wretched men were gone and to check who had arrived.
Raising her head, the man whose silhouette was illuminated by the dim lights let off a killing aura that filled the entire place.
For Yang Sitong who was crying to a point where she could barely breathe and was suffocating, the sight of this man was an absolute astonishment for her.
Lu Yanchen?
Her first reaction was surprise, as though she had seen her savior. But in the next moment, she knew that she had it wrong.
Lu Yanchen’s face at that moment was stone cold, looking at her with nothing but frostiness. Even if she did not want to accept the facts, she had to.
The person who had kidnapped her was the man she loved the most—Lu Yanchen.
Yang Sitong felt as though her heart was being sliced into pieces by a sharp blade. She glared at Lu Yanchen firmly, trying to guess his motives for doing so.
A single thought came to mind—it must be for her.
She was so jealous that she could go insane. “Lu Yanchen…”
He took two steps forward and looked down at her from above with a cold and indifferent face. “Say, where are you keeping her?”
Her? Yang Sitong naturally knew who he was referring to.
“In order to find out about Mo Feifei’s whereabouts, you actually kidnapped me! For someone whom you don’t know, someone who’s unrelated to you, you’re willing to do something as such to your life savior! Lu Yanchen! If not for me, you would have already died!” Yang Sitong’s tears of grievances dripped one after another.
Lu Yanchen’s face was totally indifferent as he did not budge an inch. “I’m not here to talk nonsense with you. I’m asking you one more time… Where is Mo Feifei?”
In that unyielding tone of his was a trace of lethal intent.
Yang Sitong laughed out bitterly before looking at Lu Yanchen with a mixed expression of hatred and despair. “I don’t know! Mo Feifei’s disappearance has nothing to do with me!”