"I’ll count to three, and if you don’t talk, I’ll definitely kill you!"
Wen Sha met his gaze, her eyes void of any panic, exuding a confident calmness.
From her early years until now, she had always gotten what she wanted, never once experiencing failure.
Tang Song’s threat didn’t concern her in the slightest.
"Fine, kill me now. But if I die, that woman will die too."
"Don’t think for a second that I’m not capable of killing you! I’m going to start counting now, one, two... three!"
"Bang—" A gunshot sounded.
Lin Yuxia screamed out loud, while Wen Sha stood there unscathed.
Tang Song hadn’t fired at her; instead, he had shot at the ground.
A hint of a smile appeared in Wen Sha’s eyes, she had won.
Tang Song’s arm drooped in defeat, and he said coldly, "You win. I’ll get engaged to you, now tell me where Mo Ran is."
"No, tell you after the engagement is complete," she insisted.
A sharp look flashed in Tang Song’s eyes, "Wen Sha, if anything happens to her, I’ll make you regret ever coming into this world!" Latest content published on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
His threat did cause Wen Sha some trepidation.
But she wasn’t scared, she knew that no matter what, she couldn’t release Mo Ran at this time.
If Mo Ran were to be safe, Tang Song would surely call off the engagement, even if it meant becoming the laughingstock of the entire city.
Therefore, she had to keep Mo Ran confined until she and Tang Song were married and had a child, only then could she release her.
With a faint smile on her face, she said slowly, "Rest assured, as long as you get engaged to me, I will definitely release her."
The largest Jindi Hotel in W City had its red carpet extending several meters beyond the doors, with flower baskets on either side draped with banners that read: Wishing Mr. Tang Song and Miss Wen Sha a happy engagement.
Ten minutes later, a luxury Rolls-Royce stopped at the hotel entrance.
Wearing a white dress, Wen Sha, with Tang Song’s arm in hers, gracefully stepped out of the car.
Amid the warm applause of the crowd, they entered the hotel, receiving the envious glances of all present.
Tang Song was also dressed in a white suit today, strikingly handsome and exuding an impressive dignity.
The hotel was filled with beautiful champagne roses, and every guest was formally dressed, their faces beaming with congratulatory smiles.
Tang Song’s face was cold, completely out of tune with their joy; his whole heart was preoccupied with worry for Mo Ran.