TFSRITA Chapter 148

Chu Zhao pouted, feeling utterly useless.

When they got back, he was going to ask his mom how to muster up the courage.

“Are you thirsty?” Yan Qing asked. “Should I go buy some water?”

Chu Zhao nodded. “Yes, I want lemon flavor.”

Yan Qing raised an eyebrow, rubbed his dejected head, smiled softly, and moved him to a pillar next to the store while she got in line.

Just as she got in position, a large hand covered her, the rich scent of sweetness overwhelming her nose. Yan Qing immediately elbowed backward, angrily hitting the person behind her, trying to pry off the hand over her mouth and nose. Her head spun from the smell.

She was alarmed, but the people in line screamed and scattered.

The man, caught off guard, groaned in pain, tightening his grip and pulling her away with another arm around her waist. Yan Qing struggled desperately, but the effects of the drug were making her weaker.

Her lightweight was against her—after months of intense studying, she hadn’t gained much, making it easy for the man to drag her away.

Some people in the crowd screamed while others were dialing the police, but the car door was open and the man still had a knife, so no one dared to intervene.

“Ah!” a loud shout came, and a familiar figure in a white down jacket lunged toward her. Yan Qing could still see his red, angry face as he approached, even though her vision was blurry.

Chu Zhao somehow got out of his wheelchair and tightly clung to the two people, his face crazed with anger.

The man was momentarily immobilized, shouting, “Help quickly!”

But before he could finish, a man got out of a nearby minivan, obviously planning to assist. The man said, “Take him too!”

“Hurry!” Both acted quickly, yanking them up and getting into the car.

Afterward, the driver started the vehicle. Yan Qing clutched her flesh to maintain her sanity as her strength waned.

“Stupid kid, why did you come?”

Chu Zhao, however, didn’t care; he clung to her desperately after being pulled up.

But he was quickly subdued by the man.

Yan Qing closed her eyes, listening to their conversation, regretting that she couldn’t kill anyone in this world.

The person who drugged her was Yan Xianhong.

She was familiar with his voice, but the others she didn’t recognize.

She lay there, closed her eyes as she was thrown in the car, and landed on the ground, with Chu Zhao on top of her, tightly clutching her waist even in unconsciousness, making Yan Qing feel a little pain.

“I finally caught her!” Yan Xianhong laughed through clenched teeth. “This is Chu’s eldest son, a precious target for ransom—perfect! And this one, let’s have some fun first!”

He tapped the knife lightly on Yan Qing’s cheek, easily cutting it, and blood dripped out.

Yan Xianhong’s pupils contracted, and he reflexively tried to step back, but the hatred that filled his heart forced him to move forward, deepening the cut.

Yan Qing was in too much pain to open her eyes, but she kept pretending to be unconscious.

She couldn’t open her eyes—given Yan Xianhong’s hatred, if she did, it would probably be even worse.

It seemed that an unconscious person wasn’t interesting to Yan Xianhong, as his actions soon stopped.

A nearby person cackled, “Why not just kill her?”

“I still need to ransom him!” Yan Xianhong coldly said.

Yan Qing woke up again to a bucket of water being splashed on her, in the bitter cold winter with temperatures below zero. The water made her head feel freezing.

She jolted awake and saw Yan Xianhong, looking haggard and angry, sitting a little way off. They were in an abandoned warehouse, empty except for a small alcohol stove and disposable dishes.

Yan Qing sniffed the air; she could still smell the faint scent of food, though it wasn’t very appetizing.

The warehouse was empty except for Yan Xianhong and Yan Qing.

Yan Xianhong sneered as she woke up. “My dear niece, don’t even greet your uncle?”

Yan Qing rubbed her temples, slowly sitting up and helping Chu Zhao sit up. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” Yan Xianhong’s smile grew colder, his eyes like knives. “You ask me? How about you telling me—how did you manage to ruin the company your parents left for you?”

Yan Qing feigned innocence. “Uncle, this company was left to me by my parents; of course, I can do whatever I want with it.”

“This is mine! Mine!” Yan Xianhong’s face contorted with rage, his hands flailing as if he were about to drag her over.

Yan Qing was fortunate that he hadn’t tied them up; she slowly climbed to her feet.

Yan Xianhong laughed loudly. “I’ll see how cocky you are now!”

His arrogant laughter was abruptly interrupted when a leg came out and kicked him in the face, sending him flying across the room with a loud crash.

“Boom!” Yan Xianhong hit a nearby object with a thud.

Two men who were guarding outside immediately rushed in. Yan Qing quickly ran over, kicking Yan Xianhong’s vulnerable spot fiercely.

The two men exclaimed, “Wasn’t it supposed to be under control? How did it turn out like this?”

They quickly drew their weapons—a taser and a knife—and charged at her.