The sun blazed like a fiery furnace, scorching the earth. The oncoming wind was like a hot wave, and Jiang Wenwen was careening down the road, her back slick with sweat.
"Beep beep beep――" A sedan made an abrupt stop, Jiang Wenwen grinned at the driver and hastily rushed off.
"Damn it, if you want to die, don't endanger others." The driver of the sedan cursed aloud. Ready to drive off, a group of men in vests rushed past. By the time they had crossed, the traffic light had turned red, and the driver of the sedan cursed furiously, hitting his steering wheel.
Leaning on her knees, doubled over, Jiang Wenwen turned her head and gasped for air.
She’d run around seven blocks, yet they were still following her.
Seeing the men catching up, Jiang Wenwen was about to continue running, when her eyes caught a glimpse of a five-star hotel. A smirk at the corner of her mouth, she dashed over and pushed the entrance door.
A wave of cool air hit her face, and Jiang Wenwen instantly felt refreshed.
"Hello, how can I assist you?" Just as Jiang Wenwen was about to press the elevator button, a uniformed staff politely intercepted her.
"I'm a maid for Room 1666 and here to deliver something.” She quickly fabricated a lie.
“What is the item? I can have it delivered for you," the staff member casually suggested. Jiang Wenwen glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye.
She’d better make a run for it before Qiang Ge's men catch up with her.
"It's personal and urgent. I need to go, if I don't deliver it, I'll be penalized." She quickly got around him and dashed up the staircase without waiting for the staff to react.
"Hey――" The staff was about to radio for assistance when another group of thugs rushed in.
"Who are you and what do you want?" The staff member hastily tried stopping them, but the leader twisted his wrist, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Where's the girl who just ran in?" said Zhong Wei with a fierce expression.
"He's gone up." The staff took one look at the situation and didn't dare to stop him.
"Which floor?" Zhong Wei asked eagerly.
"Room 1666." The staff member had barely finished speaking when Zhong Wei loosened his grip, sternly saying, "Go to room 1666 and catch him for me." With that, he flopped down on a nearby sofa meant for resting, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to catch his breath.
Jiang Wenwen ran upstairs, stopping when she heard someone fervently banging on a door downstairs. With sharp eyes, she saw a maid pushing a cleaning cart in the hallway rush over. With a worried look, she said, "Excuse me, I'm the maid for room 1888. I'm supposed to deliver something, but no one's answering the door. Can you help me unlock it, please? I'm in a hurry."
The cleaning lady looked over Jiang Wenwen, hesitated, but in the end, she sympathetically helped her unlock the door.
"Thanks." Jiang Wenwen made her thanks in haste before ducking into the room and quickly shutting the door behind her.
The room was pitch-dark except for a dim orange light coming from a half-closed bedroom lamp. The atmosphere felt tantalizing as Jiang Wenwen moved quietly to find a hiding spot.
"Click, click..." Jiang Wenwen rests against the wall, adjusting her breath to the rhythmic clicks of a camera.
She wasn't sure if Qiang's men had left yet, probably not considering they were unable to locate anyone in room 1666.
"Knock, knock, knock!" She couldn't tell how much time had passed when the sound of someone knocking at the door echoed.
Jiang Wenwen's heart tightened. They couldn't possibly be knocking on doors floor by floor, could they?
Jiang Wenwen, sitting on the living room couch, hastily got to her feet and dashed into the bedroom.
"Who are you?" A woman's voice filled with confusion echoed. Jiang Wenwen took a sprint and ran over to cover the woman's mouth and nose.
"Who's in this room?" Zhong Wei's question came from outside the door.
"Zhou Yunxin, Miss Zhou."
After a few seconds of silence outside, Zhong Wei’s deep voice was heard: "Let's go, to the next room."
"Who are you?" Jiang Wenwen had just let go of Zhou Yunxin's hand when she asked, sounding unhappy.
"I'm sorry, but I need to stay here for a while." Jiang Wenwen, not wanting Zhou Yunxin to lose control, decided it would be best to restrain her. As she reached out, Zhou Yunxin swiped off her hand aggressively.
Jiang Wenwen looked at her in surprise.
She knows how to fight?
Jiang Wenwen immediately swung her fist at Zhou Yunxin, and both of them started to scuffle beside the bed. With the shirt dress on the floor, Jiang Wenwen wrapped up Zhou Yunxin and tied her to a nearby semicircular chair.
"How dare you bind me, do you know who I am?" Zhou Yunxin's face was filled with anger and disbelief; her voice turned shrill.
Jiang Wenwen let out a light chuckle and picked up a man's sock from the floor, stuffing it without hesitation into Zhou Yunxin's mouth.
If I don’t tie you up, I’m done!
Jiang Wenwen clapped her hands together and her eyes fell onto the half-naked man lying on the bed, his muscular body and handsome face made her inevitably envious of those with naturally good fortune and looks.
The man lay there with his eyes closed as if asleep, his thin lips tightly sealed, extremely tempting.
It wouldn't hurt to feel him, would it? After all, he wouldn’t know. As for his girlfriend... she was going to be no problem since she couldn’t beat me. What's there to be afraid of?
Jiang Wenwen walked over, ready to take her chances. Suddenly, her foot slipped on a pearl on the floor, and she fell over. She hurriedly twisted her body to avoid falling directly on the man, but it was too late, and she ended up sitting on his thigh.
"Agh—" before Jiang Wenwen could even rejoice, she heard a sexy male voice expressing pain.
She turned her head to see the man whose eyes had been closed, now wide open, his handsome features twisted in severe pain. Despite this, it did not affect his attractive appearance.
"Get off." Han Mo yelled at the woman who was seated unmoving on his younger brother while reeking of sweat. If it weren't for his inability to muster any strength due to pain, he would surely have killed this woman right there.
"Oh, I apologize!" Jiang Wenwen hurriedly moved her buttocks off, stood up straight, awkwardly scratched her neck and laughed sheepishly.
Han Mo tried to move his body to sit up but found that he didn't have any strength left at all. He disliked the feeling of not being in control, his cold eyes stared fiercely at Jiang Wenwen.
Jiang Wenwen noticed his gaze, waved her hand dismissively, and said, “It’s not my fault. Staring at me won't help, you should ask her.” Saying this, she pointed at Zhou Yunxin who was tied up tightly to one side.
She then casually seated herself on the leather sofa nearby and turned on the television with a remote control.
Since the man couldn’t move, it was convenient for her, but after a thought, she tossed the remote, got up, took the broad cloth strip she usually used as a footrest from the end of the bed, and tied Han Mo up tightly.
Even though he couldn't move now, it didn't mean that he wouldn't ever be able to. It felt safer to have him tied up.
“Just name your price.” Han Mo scoped Jiang Wenwen’s outfit and began to negotiate in a cold tone.
Money? Did she look like a robber?
Jiang Wenwen chuckled and turned her head to glance at the self-assured Han Mo, without saying a word she turned her attention back to the television.
“My patience is limited.” Han Mo couldn't hide his annoyance when he saw her ignoring him, however his face remained impassive, his tone icy and threatening.
“If you don’t want to end up like her, her mouth stuffed with a stinky sock, just behave.” Jiang Wenwen removed her loafers, hugged her legs while leaning against the sofa, casually gave a friendly counsel.
Han Mo, with narrowed cold eyes, once again examined Jiang Wenwen. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, soft lines outlined her face, she wore no makeup but her skin was naturally fair and her features delicate. The irregular hem of her white round-neck T-shirt was tucked into her jeans, a hole visible in the cotton cartoon socks on her big toe.
Feeling an intense stare, Jiang Wenwen turned her face and snorted coldly, "What are you looking at?" Just as she finished her sentence, a ringtone sounded from the bed, Jiang Wenwen walked over to see Han Mo's index and middle finger clenching one end of the mobile phone. She quickly reached out and snatched it.
If it wasn't for this important call, he would have succeeded.
“One million, release us.” Han Mo said anxiously, if that call wasn’t answered, this deal would go down the drain.
“I will release both of you tomorrow, don't worry, don't be scared. I am not a kidnapper, just hiding here.” Jiang Wenwen responded with a slight smile, no longer paying him any attention.