Chapter 337: Chapter 238: This Woman, I’m Asking You For Her
The door opened, but it was a man who walked in.
He carelessly swung a bunch of keys in his hand and kicked the door shut behind him.
Ziyan stood up, warily watching Song Linfeng.
“Ziyan, I thought you couldn’t find your way back home!”
Ziyan stood straight, looking at him, her heart a chaotic mess of nerves.
Song Linfeng walked straight up to her, one hand circling her waist, the other lifting her chin: “So beautiful… but ruined…”
Ziyan tried to push him away forcefully, but he pushed her back, causing her to fall onto the large bed behind her, “You’re no innocent girl, what are you resisting? Just enjoy it, why the pretense?!”
Ziyan’s pupils dilated; she knew about Song Linfeng’s philandering nature, but she never thought he would harbor such ill intentions towards her, his own sister!
She wanted to remind him of this fact, but she couldn’t speak out as his hands roamed restlessly over her body.
Panicked, that sense of fear re-emerging, she kicked intensely but couldn’t match his strength; the more she struggled, the more aggressive he became.
“Rip—” a sound, her flimsy blouse torn open, plunged her once more into despair…
“Looks like Tang Shaosheng didn’t train you well, hm?” sneered Song Linfeng, pinching her chin.
Ziyan turned her head away and then noticed scissors on the bedside table, slowly edging upwards.
Song Linfeng assumed she was just trying to escape and forcefully pulled her up, dumping her on the head of the bed and grabbing a pillow to shove under her waist before eagerly starting to remove her lower garments.
Ziyan reached out, hooking the scissors, and, driven by terror, hesitated not at all before stabbing deep into his back.
Song Linfeng let go in pain, and Ziyan took the chance to flip him off, hurriedly got out of bed, knocked into the mobile phone that had fallen on the floor, bent over to pick it up, wrapped around her torn clothes, and dashed out of the room.
Lying on the bed, scissors still in his back, Song Linfeng, in too much pain to move, could only watch Ziyan escape helplessly.
Reaching the ground floor, she happened to see Aunt Zhou carrying Dudu in the garden.
Ziyan rushed over, took Dudu from her, without much explanation, and hurried toward the gate.
“Yanyan! Yanyan!” Aunt Zhou chased after her, worried by her disheveled appearance and fearing for her safety, worried about the punishment from the master and mistress should she be caught again.
Ziyan couldn’t fret about that now, carrying Dudu as she ran outside, Dudu, happy to see her, constantly touched her face with his little hands, smiling innocently, unaware of the danger.
Unfortunately, just before reaching the gate, a black limousine pulled up, and then she saw the driver get out and open the car door.
Ziyan knew they were back and that she was in full view, unprotected.
Her desire to leave was overpowering; staying, she didn’t know what would happen.
She sped to the gate, brushing past the limousine.
Immediately behind her, the old madam’s voice rose harshly: “Quick, catch her!”
Then came Aunt Zhou, running hurriedly: “Sir, Madam, it’s bad, the young master is injured!”
Hearing her darling son was hurt, the old lady didn’t care whether Ziyan was caught or not, and hurried inside.
Ziyan, holding Dudu, obviously couldn’t outrun the trained men.
She glanced back, seeing she was about to be caught, quickly lit up her phone, and dialed that number…
Yet before she could leave the vicinity of the house, she was caught.
Ziyan used the moment they were distracted to throw her phone still in call into the grass…
Su Yuecheng saw her initiating the call and slightly curved his lips.
Then wondered, she can’t speak, she always texts, why did she suddenly call today?
Guessing something might have happened?
He quickly picked up the call, after asking several times with no response, could faintly hear a child’s crying in the distance, Dudu’s voice.
Fading slowly until it disappeared.
Realizing the mother and son might truly be in trouble, he directly stripped off his white coat, grabbed a jacket, and left the door.
“Let Doctor Chen handle that surgery later.”
“Ah? But the patient specifically asked for you, Director.”
“I’ll take responsibility for any issue.” He spoke as he had already gone a considerable distance.
Ziyan’s mobile phone, he had quietly added a tracker after buying it for her in the United Kingdom.