Chapter 393 - 191: Shouting Stop
"Are you insane? Did you tell Chang Chi," Pello cursed angrily.
"How could I? I just casually agreed to her and said I’d teach Hang Yishao a lesson. Now she’s changed her tune, can’t bear to part with that pretty boy," as Shang Yin reflected on this, the fact that his woman was now pleading on behalf of another man made him feel a bit bitter. He pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car sped up on the mountain road, stones clattering against the roof of the car.
For safety reasons, Hang Yishao had been thrown into the trunk, and he injected him with a sufficient dose of sleeping pills—it would be a while before he could wake up.
"Did you get the goods?" Pello guessed it must’ve been Chang Chi changing her mind at the last minute and then telling Su Ziceng.
That damned woman, Pello didn’t know whether to curse Chang Chi or Su Ziceng. His heart ached with the realization that Su Ziceng had left him for Hang Yishao.
If he had known it would come to this, he wouldn’t have bothered making cheese fondue earlier; he should’ve claimed her as his own much sooner.
"Not yet. I hijacked him in the department store’s garage. I was afraid of people nearby, so I didn’t dare to make a move," Shang Yin cursed under his breath. This was his most botched kidnapping to date.
"After you get the stuff, get rid of him," Pello’s voice was devoid of any hesitation. It was about time he dealt with Hang Yishao.
"Get rid of him? Aren’t we just supposed to teach him a lesson? Chang Chi won’t dare to speak of this matter to anyone," Shang Yin wasn’t afraid to kill, but he had some brief history with Hang Yishao, and personally, he didn’t particularly like Hang Yishao.
"If you won’t do it, I will," Pello’s impatience was rising, his eyes filled with red, the image of Su Ziceng hastily leaving had turned his anger into a raging fire of resentment.
"Suit yourself. I’m on my way to Lancang Mountain. We’ll meet at the old spot after I enter the mountain," Shang Yin, hearing the wrath in Pello’s tone, didn’t dare to offend this killing God and informed him of the location in advance to avoid losing signal later on.
The call was hung up. Neither Pello nor Shang Yin could imagine that someone would discover such a secret place as Lancang Mountain.
The Hang Family was completely oblivious to all this until past midnight when the butler told Hang’s mother that the young master’s phone was unreachable. It was only then that the already asleep Hang’s mother and Hang’s father panicked.
They first contacted Fei Qing, then the company, and everyone said Hang Yishao had left early.
"Call Ziceng," Hang’s mother placed her last hope on Su Ziceng. But Su Ziceng’s phone went unanswered, and eventually, it lost all signals.
In the desolate mountains, where only the sound of insects echoed, the driver Su Ziceng had found was only willing to take her to the foot of the mountain. Ignoring the driver’s repeated objections, Su Ziceng still clenched her teeth and climbed up.
For many, Lancang Mountain was just a barren hill, but for Su Ziceng, it was unforgettable.
When Chang Chi mentioned she had asked Shang Yin to kidnap Hang Yishao, even to kill him, Su Ziceng’s mind went blank.
She recalled fervently, connecting Shang Yin’s voice to that of the kidnapper who had abducted him before.
The kidnapper who abducted her had two people involved, one to drive and the other who spoke a few words mid-way. Remembering the tone of speech, it was none other than Shang Yin.
So even though Chang Chi couldn’t confirm where Shang Yin took Hang Yishao, Su Ziceng now had a definite location in her mind. Lancang Mountain, the nightmarish place she could never forget in her lifetime.
Scattered memory beads, at this moment, became fully threaded together.
If it weren’t for meeting Pello, Su Ziceng would have experienced a humiliating kidnapping at twenty-five. It was because of that encounter with Pello that Hang Yishao replaced her and became an innocent victim.
This bead was overlooked by Su Ziceng.
Lancang Mountain was not high, but compared to the ruggedness of driving, Su Ziceng taking shortcuts on foot was indeed faster.
Midway up the mountain, there was a shabby hut with dim grey light. Since the revolutionary era, no one had visited this hut again.
The deep mountains of May carried a chill that seemed to freeze one’s marrow.
Fueled by copious amounts of cheese and alcohol, Su Ziceng climbed up with the warmth sustaining her resolve.
She lay hidden among the grass on the side of the mountain road, listening to the rumble of car wheels rolling over the rocks.
The Cobra car stopped next to the hut; Shang Yin got out, opened the trunk, and dragged Hang Yishao out. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)