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Dong Fang Atelier…

Around 5:30 p.m., the students in the atelier started going out for dinner one after another. Song Fengwan slightly tidied up her drawing tools and reached out to pinch her sore neck. Then she searched for her phone in her pocket.

During study time, she had set it to silent mode. After fishing it out, she saw that the screen was full of messages and missed calls. Almost all of them were from Fu Chen.

He knew her schedule and would never look for her at this time. She walked out of the classroom with her phone and prepared to call him back.

Before she could walk all the way out, he called again.

“Third Brother, what’s wrong?” Song Fengwan lowered her voice and stood in the corridor.

“Where are you?” Fu Chen’s tense nerves relaxed slightly after the call connected.

“In the atelier. Didn’t you say you would come around six? Why are you looking for me when it’s still so early?”

The two had agreed to have dinner together. Fu Chen was going to pick up Huai Sheng, so he would be a little late, so they had agreed to meet at six o’clock.

“Is there anyone in your atelier?”

“A lot of people.” It was cold, and many students had brought their own food. They didn’t want to go out at all. It coincided with the fast-paced school enrollment period, and there were basically people in the atelier 24 hours a day.

“Then stay in the classroom and don’t come out!”

“What’s wrong?” Song Fengwan could sense something amiss from his tone.

“Wait for me to pick you up. Before that, don’t come out alone. Even if you go to the bathroom, drag a classmate with you. Do you hear me?” Fu Chen reminded her repeatedly.

“Yes,” Song Fengwan answered obediently.

She had a feeling that something was happening. But since Fu Chen didn’t say anything, she didn’t ask further and went back to the classroom.

***

Outside the atelier…

Jiang Zhiqiang was hiding in the alley diagonally opposite the atelier, squatting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth.

He looked like a thief glancing around furtively.

He had been waiting here since five o’clock. Half an hour had passed, and many students had come and gone, but Song Fengwan was nowhere to be seen. He had completely lost his patience.

He stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it before directly entering the atelier.

At this moment, there were too many people entering and exiting the place, and no one was managing it at all. The teachers weren’t present either, so no one stopped him from entering.

The atelier had three floors and more than ten classrooms. It wasn’t easy to find someone, so he could only look in each classroom one by one.

By the time he found Song Fengwan’s classroom, it was already seven minutes later. Song Fengwan was chatting with a few classmates. He narrowed his eyes and sized her up.

When he met her at the university town before, he had thought that this young girl looked too pretty.

Her eyes were watery, her skin was smooth and tender, her lips were red, and her teeth were white. The young ladies of wealthy families were indeed pampered since childhood. Her skin was so delicate that it seemed as though water could be squeezed out of it.

If he could have a taste of it, it would definitely be soul-stirring.

His beady eyes looked her up and down thoroughly.

It was extremely vulgar.

The corners of his lips curled up into an obscene smile. He was already simulating the filthy scenes in his mind repeatedly. He stared at her small mouth opening and closing and smiled exceptionally lewdly.

He subconsciously licked the corner of his lips. Anyway, Song Jingren had said himself that even if a kidnapping occurred in a rich family, they would only try their best to conceal it. So even if he had sex with this little girl…

It probably wouldn’t turn into a big problem.

Song Jingren had slept with his wife, and he had nowhere to vent his anger to this day.

Little girl, don’t blame Uncle. This is what your father owes me, and you should pay it back for him.

Song Fengwan felt someone staring at her and glanced at the classroom door, but there was no one there. She abruptly turned around to look at the back door…

No one was there either.

“Wanwan, what’s wrong?” The few girls chatting with her saw that she was acting strangely.

“It’s nothing.” Song Fengwan was suspicious. Was I overthinking?

***

In the bathroom of the atelier…

Jiang Zhiqiang was about to call her out and drag her away when a pair of hands reached out from behind him and covered his mouth. The hands pinned down his arm and dragged him into the bathroom.

He tried his best to break free, but the man’s arms were thick and strong, as immovable as steel bars.

When this man dragged him into the bathroom, he saw two people walk in. One of them hung up the ‘cleaning in progress’ sign before entering and locking the door.

There were not many students in the atelier now, so no one noticed.

As soon as Qian Jiang let go, Jiang Zhiqiang hurriedly struggled free from him and dodged to a corner, his face full of wariness. “Who are you people?”

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and sized him up. “Did Song Jingren ask you to come?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Jiang Zhiqiang was a scumbag to begin with, so lies and nonsense fell from his lips easily.

“You don’t understand?” Fu Chen chuckled.

Qian Jiang grabbed him and covered his mouth again.

Shi Fang locked the door and reached out to rub his wrists. “I haven’t done this for a long time…”

While speaking, he walked over and punched him hard in the stomach. Jiang Zhiqiang let out a muffled grunt. Then his fists rained down like torrential rain, making him groan in pain.

But his limbs were restrained by the person behind him, so he could only take the beating passively.

“You don’t understand, is that right? I’ll f*cking hit you until you understand.

“Where were you looking just now? Is she someone you can look at? You were being so lecherous too!

“Do you believe that I’ll dig your eyes out?”

…

Qian Jiang kept a straight face. “Can you shut up?” He’s already started walloping him, so why is he still talking so much rubbish non-stop?

Only when Fu Chen raised his hand did Qian Jiang let go. Jiang Zhiqiang had vomited blood from the beating, causing Qian Jiang’s hand to be full of it. He wiped his hand on Jiang Zhiqiang’s clothes several times in disgust.

“Do you know who sent you now?” Fu Chen looked down at him condescendingly.

“It’s Song Jingren! It’s him.” How could a person like Jiang Zhiqiang know anything about having morals? He acted according to the situation. Since the situation was bad, he naturally confessed everything. “It’s all his fault. He told me to bring his daughter back…”

“Do you two have any other plans?”

“No, none. He only asked me to kidnap his daughter…” Jiang Zhiqiang knelt on the ground and covered his stomach while constantly coughing.

Fu Chen took out his phone and called Yan Wangchuan to inform him that everything was fine.

“… Now, can you let me go?” Jiang Zhiqiang was about to lose it. Before he could even make his move, he had already been beaten up. He felt aggrieved inside.

He didn’t know these three people at all. Who the f*ck are they?

“Continue beating him. Keep him alive and send him to the police station.” With that, Fu Chen turned around and walked out.

This time, it wasn’t Shi Fang who attacked.

It was Qian Jiang.

He was very strong, and his punches were deadly. Shi Fang stood at the side, took a box of xylitol gum from his pocket, and chewed on two.

Jiang Zhiqiang could only curl up his body and try his best to avoid getting hit on his vitals while howling.

Shi Fang was speechless. My god, this is too ruthless.

But it’s his fault. He deserves it anyway.

He isn’t a good person to begin with, and he’s involved in sordid activities such as gambling. Now, he’s even hopped out in front of Third Master. Isn’t this courting death?

***

Qiao family mansion…

Qiao Aiyun had packed Huai Sheng’s things and was waiting for the arrival of the Fu family in the living room.

But Yan Wangchuan was behaving abnormally. He was standing by the window and staring at the pots of orchids with a heavy expression.

He went out to answer a call. When he returned, he only said that he was going out for a while. After taking his car key, he ran out without even putting on his coat.

“Senior Brother!” When Qiao Aiyun carried his down jacket out, the car had already disappeared. “What happened? Why is he in such a hurry?”

“Perhaps there’s an emergency at the company.” Qiao Wangbei didn’t know that something had happened at all. He only knew that the little monk Huai Sheng was about to be sent away. He was overjoyed.

He was even thinking about going to a sauna with Yan Wangchuan later when the little monk was gone.

***

Inside the apartment…

The sky was already completely dark, and the air was gloomy and oppressive. The time was pointing to six o’clock sharp.

Song Jingren, who had been waiting for news, was anxious and pacing back and forth in the room.

Jiang Fengya was sitting on the sofa, her heart burning with anxiety. Regardless of whether this matter succeeded or failed, she would be implicated. If things went wrong, she might really have to run to the ends of the world. She couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

“Dad, I’m going out to make a call. The signal in this room isn’t very good…”

“Go, go.” Song Jingren was thinking about how he would extort Qiao Aiyun when Jiang Zhiqiang brought Song Fengwan over later. He couldn’t care less about her.

Jiang Fengya didn’t take the key and left with the door ajar.

She climbed a few flights of stairs and stood by a window at the top of the stairs. Her fingers holding her phone were trembling slightly…

I have to find a way out for myself.

If Jiang Zhiqiang successfully kidnapped Song Fengwan, even if they got the money, she would be living the life of a fugitive in the future. If she wasn’t kidnapped and they were discovered, the consequences would be even more miserable. The Qiao family would definitely come looking for them.

She had personally seen how violent Qiao Wangbei was.

He was a ruthless person who would really dare to kill someone with a knife.

They couldn’t afford to offend him.

Dad, don’t blame me. I don’t want to die with you…

While she was in a daze, she saw a black Land Rover park below the apartment building. Song Jingren had rented in an old-fashioned neighborhood. From where she stood on the sixth floor, she could clearly see everything going on downstairs.

She saw someone get out of the car and make a beeline for the building they were in.

When he approached the building’s entrance, she finally saw the person’s face clearly under the street lights.

Jiang Fengya’s legs felt inexplicably weak. The cold wind blew, and her back felt frigid.

She should go and inform Song Jingren, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn’t move them at all…

Ten seconds later, she heard a muffled sound…

Bam!

The door was kicked open and hit the wall. Then there was another loud sound. Her face turned pale from fright.

The entire old building seemed to shake violently. Her legs felt weak as she supported herself against the wall.

***

Song Jingren was still pacing around the room when the door was kicked open. He was so alarmed by it that he trembled. When he took a closer look, he realized who it was.

His face, covered with injuries, turned pallid.

“… You…” Song Jingren cursed inwardly.

We must have been discovered.

Indeed, this kind of hoodlum can’t do anything right.

Yan Wangchuan strode toward him, his expression chilly, his eyes severe.

It was frigid and gloomy, exuding a chill.

“What are you doing here?” Song Jingren’s lips trembled uncontrollably as he recalled the two times he had been beaten up, and his body instinctively retreated in fear.

But Yan Wangchuan moved even faster. He directly kicked him right in the chest.

Song Jingren’s thin body flew like an arrow released from a bow. His back crashed into the sofa behind him. It hurt so much that he broke out in cold sweat, feeling as though he had been hit and torn apart while still alive. Excruciating pain ripped through his chest.

His body slid down the sofa weakly as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His facial features were contorted in pain.

Yan Wangchuan finally felt relief from the ball of rage within his chest. “Song Jingren, I warned you before. If you touched them again, I’d teach you a lesson.”

Song Jingren was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak.

He had just been beaten up by Jiang Zhiqiang, so how could he withstand Yan Wangchuan’s kick?

“If you continue resorting to such dirty tricks, I’ll take your dog life even if you are Wanwan’s biological father.”

Song Jingren shook his head vigorously.

This man’s eyes were dark and insidious, and his words were emotionless. He would really kill him.

…

But just as Yan Wangchuan was about to beat him again, police sirens sounded outside. He frowned slightly.

Fu Chen had promised to wait for him to come over and pummel this scumbag before calling the police to arrest him.

Otherwise, he would really suffocate to death from the frustration within.

Even a vicious tiger wouldn’t hurt its child. But this scumbag even dared to target his biological daughter. He was really inhumane.

But they hadn’t done anything yet. Why did the police come so quickly?

***

A group of police officers rushed into the apartment and took Song Jingren away.

Yan Wangchuan followed them back to record a statement.

Jiang Zhiqiang had been sent to the police station by Qian Jiang. Just now, he had admitted that Song Jingren had ordered him to kidnap Song Fengwan. He had also been recorded by Fu Chen. The facts and evidence were very clear.

Song Jingren’s injuries were mostly caused by Jiang Zhiqiang’s assault. Taking into account that Yan Wangchuan had also felt anxious, the police warned him verbally but didn’t punish him.

However, Song Jingren’s arrest implicated Qiao Aiyun and her daughter.

The two were invited to the police station to understand the situation.

Only now did they find out that so much had happened…

The culprit had been caught by Fu Chen. With Third Master Fu around, the police took this seriously and would punish the culprits severely.

Who could afford to offend someone from the capital?

***

The chaos lasted until daybreak before the group left the police station.

Fu Chen didn’t go to the Qiao residence and parted ways with them at the entrance of the police station.

On the way back, Shi Fang started speaking.

“Third Master, this Jiang Fengya is really f*cking ruthless. She called the police herself to arrest her foster father and biological father, and she even personally identified the two of them. They will be put behind bars, but she will be completely fine.

“Even though she was present at the time of the plotting, she didn’t participate. She even called the police personally to identify the culprits. How evil.

“The accounts of Song Jingren’s company are unclear, so he probably can’t be released easily. Jiang Zhiqiang even has a criminal record. As a repeat offender, his sentence will be even heavier.

“Jiang Fengya is an important witness, and the police have to send people to protect her. Even if Second Madam wants to kick her out of Yuncheng, she won’t dare become enemies with the police.”

Fu Chen’s fingers kept turning the prayer beads. He hadn’t expected Jiang Fengya to do this.

People feared ghosts and gods, but little did they know…

The most evil thing was the human heart..