Song Yoyo’s eyes were filled with fear. She glanced at the two unconscious kidnappers. “Do you have any proof?” she asked.

“Won’t we have proof when these two kidnappers wake up?” Song Jiaren mocked. “You’re getting more and more stupid.”

“Song Jiaren! So what if I incited them? No one was going to save me, and no one was even going to call the police for me. Am I supposed to wait for death here? I’ve been played like a prostitute by them these past few days. Why should I suffer these things?!” Song Youyou roared. The inhuman treatment she had received over the past few days had made her break down.

Song Jiaren leaned close to her ear and sneered. “You deserve it! This is what you deserve!”

When Ye Zhentian heard Song Yoyo’s words, he strode over and slapped her hard. He said angrily, “Meiyu has raised you for more than ten years, you ingrate!”

Song Yoyo fell to the ground. She was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly laughed out loud. Tears were flowing out of her eyes and she looked a little crazy.

Song Jiaren frowned and said coldly, “Don’t pretend to be crazy. It’s useless.”

Song Yoyo, as if she hadn’t heard her, was still laughing. Song Jiaren looked at the whites of her eyes and a dark look flashed across her eyes. She whispered, “It’s your karma to go crazy.”

The two kidnappers were still unconscious when they were brought away by the police. Song Jiaren stopped the police and slapped each of the two kidnappers. Her fingers quickly brushed past the back of their necks and she retracted the silver needles.

Seeing Song Jiaren hit the kidnappers, the police were about to stop her when they realized that the kidnapper had woken up. Surprise flashed across their eyes.

“Miss Song, please take a look at Master Cheng. He has fainted.” Wen Qing ran over in panic and said anxiously.

Song Jiaren clenched her fists tightly. Yan Cheng’s handkerchief was still wrapped around her hand. She suddenly remembered Yan Cheng’s pale face and cold hand. He had coughed a few times, and he used his hand to support his body on the sofa. It wasn’t that she didn’t notice this, but…

Song Jiaren and Wen Qing hurried out of the factory. Yan Cheng was lying in a police car and his body was hot. After Song Jiaren took his pulse, she frowned. Yan Cheng’s poison had been acting up for a period of time. How did he endure it for so long?

She looked at Wen Qing and asked in a low voice, “Have you found the herbs?”

Wen Qing’s eyes lit up. He said excitedly, “We’ve found it. We’re just waiting for Miss Song to detoxify Master Cheng.”

Song Jiaren felt conflicted. She got into the car and said coldly, “He helped me this time. I’ll help him detoxify the poison and return the favor. Let’s go to the Yan family’s household. Drive faster.”

Wen Qing nodded and got into the driver’s seat before driving towards the Yan family’s household.

Yan Cheng was carried to the bed by Wen Qing. His body was even hotter. Song Jiaren said to Wen Qing, “Put down the herbs and go out. I want to detoxify him. Don’t disturb me.”

Wen Qing left the room in silence and closed the door.

Song Jiaren looked at Yan Cheng, who had his eyes closed, and sighed. She started to detoxify Yan Cheng.

Two hours later, Song Jiaren removed the silver needle and sat on the stool beside the bed with sweat all over her head. The detoxification had consumed too much of her energy this time. She touched Yan Cheng’s forehead. His temperature had already dropped. She heaved a sigh of relief and fell asleep on the bed.

Yan Cheng slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Song Jiaren, who was sleeping, and reached out to touch her face. A bright glint flashed across his eyes before he closed his eyes to sleep.