He Qianshan started taking over the Song Group at the age of twenty. At such a young age, in charge of such a huge group, there were many who didn't respect him.
At the beginning, his foundation was unstable, so he had to rely on external forces. That's when he met Brother Dao.
Brother Dao had connections in both the underworld and the white - collar world. Although his methods were ruthless, he had a moral bottom - line in his conduct.
Although He Qianshan was a law - abiding citizen, his means of doing things were not so rigid. He could handle both the underworld and the white - collar world, and was decisive and ruthless. With Brother Dao's help, he quickly established a firm foothold in the Song Group.
After he met Wu Pengpeng, he was worried that his complex background might one day bring danger to her, so he gradually cut off contact with the underworld.
When Brother Dao received He Qianshan's call, he was also a bit surprised. Back then, He Qianshan said that he had met someone he cherished deeply and didn't want that person to be in danger, so he withdrew completely.
Now that he was contacting him again, something big must have happened.
Brother Dao really liked He Qianshan's way of doing things. They hit it off at first sight, so he readily agreed. At the end, he couldn't help but show his concern, "Qianshan, have you run into some trouble?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then he heard He Qianshan say in a very soft voice, "Yes, my life is in someone else's hands."
Whoever had captured Wu Pengpeng had grasped his Achilles' heel. Even if the other party asked him to die right away, as long as it could ensure Wu Pengpeng's safety, he would not hesitate to offer his neck for the execution.
This matter couldn't be known by the Wu family or the police. He had to rely on himself to rescue Wu Pengpeng.
But this was far beyond his ability alone. He Qianshan stepped on the accelerator and drove to the company. He called Fu Heng back to the company overnight and told him the whole thing, asking him to assist in rescuing Wu Pengpeng.
He had called Uncle Wang using his own phone number. Now that the other party might have realized it, they were probably monitoring his phone. There were many things he couldn't handle in person to avoid leaking the plan. So he had to let Fu Heng contact Brother Dao on his behalf.
Soon, Brother Dao had traced Uncle Wang's phone location to a river in the suburbs.
Obviously, the other party had come well - prepared, blocking all the escape routes he could think of.
Moreover, there was nothing suspicious in Uncle Wang's personal information. His interpersonal network was extremely clean. He had never been married, had no children, and had worked as a driver for the Wu family for thirty years. He had watched Wu Pengpeng grow up and had always been kind to her.
No wonder even Aunt Tang, who had lived under the same roof with him for thirty years, hadn't detected anything wrong.
He Qianshan knew in his heart that since the other party had made Uncle Wang their insider, they wouldn't let him go easily.
But he was at the end of his rope. He didn't want to let go of any glimmer of hope.
He asked Brother Dao to send people to keep an eye on Uncle Wang's whereabouts. Although the other party definitely wouldn't leave any traces that could expose personal information, as long as he was a human being and was in this city, he would leave some clues.
Even if Uncle Wang appeared on the electronic surveillance for just one second, He Qianshan would dig up the whole city to find him.
After dealing with Uncle Wang's matter, He Qianshan contacted his friends in the neighboring cities of Jincheng, asking them to help keep an eye on Wu Pengpeng's whereabouts.
By the time he had dealt with all the points he could think of for the time being, the sky was already turning gray.
He watched as dawn gradually broke through the darkness. Before long, the sun would rise into the sky, and the night would hand the world back to the light.
But his world had fallen into endless darkness.
If his little sun didn't come back, there would never be light in his world again.
For the first time, he felt that the city of Jincheng was too big. It was so big that when he lost someone, he didn't know where to look for her.
He was searching for Wu Pengpeng like looking for a needle in a haystack, but he didn't know if he could find her even if he searched the whole sea.
If the other party wanted money, it would be easy. He wouldn't hesitate to give up the entire Song Group.
But if the other party wanted...
He didn't dare to think anymore. He got up and walked into the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water.
The icy cold water felt like a knife cutting his face, but he didn't feel any pain.
All he could think about now was Wu Pengpeng. He wondered if she was cold, if she was hungry, if she had been beaten...
Fu Heng was standing in the middle of the office and could just see the door of the bathroom. He saw He Qianshan standing there in a bent - over position, washing his face, and not moving for a very long time.
He seemed to see He Qianshan again at the door of the hospital operating room that day. Fear, helplessness, and despair alternately attacked him, making the once - resolute and powerful big shot show a bit of inappropriate vulnerability on his face.
Fu Heng sighed and slowly walked forward, softly calling out to him, "Boss."
He Qianshan seemed to be startled. He suddenly came to his senses, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "Do you have any news?"
The sudden glimmer of hope in He Qianshan's eyes stabbed Fu Heng's eyes. He moved his lips and it took him a long time to finally say with difficulty, "No. I just thought you should go and rest for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the glimmer of hope in He Qianshan's eyes instantly disappear.
"I'm not tired." He grabbed a facial tissue from the sink, wiped his face casually, and walked out of the bathroom. "You go and rest. I'll keep watch."
Looking at He Qianshan's forced calmness, Fu Heng really couldn't bear it. He didn't care about the pile of unfinished reports anymore and said loudly, "If you keep going on like this, you'll exhaust yourself before you can rescue Miss Wu."
He Qianshan seemed to be pressed on the pause button. He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He stood there silently for a while, then said softly, "I can't sleep."
Fu Heng heard him sigh very softly. He sounded very distressed as he said, "As soon as I close my eyes, I can hear her crying and begging me to save her. But where can I save her?"
Wu Pengpeng had been given a cup of "mind - numbing soup" and slept until noon.
She was woken up by a splitting headache. It felt as if someone was stirring a sharp knife in her brain. The pain made it hard for her to even breathe.
Her whole body felt as if it had been run over by a big truck. There wasn't a single part of her body that didn't hurt.
Damn it! Wu Pengpeng cursed in her heart. She had just disbanded the group. Those little brats were so vindictive. It was okay to get her drunk, but they even took the opportunity to beat her up.
These young people didn't know the rules of martial arts!
She'd ask Shen Qianqian to teach them a good lesson when she got back!
Wu Pengpeng sat up, rubbing her temples. When she opened her eyes, she was suddenly stunned. This wasn't her room.
Looking down, she found that she was lying on a concrete floor.
It was freezing outside, yet they let her sleep on the floor all night. Didn't they care if she caught a cold?
Wu Pengpeng cursed those little brats in her heart again. Her hatred value increased by one. She must ask Shen Qianqian to teach them a good lesson when she got back!
While rubbing her head, she surveyed the surrounding environment. After just one look, a bad feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.
She might have wrongly blamed those little brats just now. This didn't seem like something they could do.
This should be an abandoned building. She could faintly see the mountains in the distance, with snow on their peaks.
"You're awake!"
Before Wu Pengpeng had time to analyze the current situation, a voice processed by a voice - changer suddenly came from the speaker above her head. It sounded terrifying.
She instinctively shrank her body and looked warily at the speaker that was making the sound. "Who are you?"
"Um..." The other party seemed to be stumped by her question. After thinking for a while, he said calmly, "You can call me Eagle. Have you ever played the game 'Eagle Catches the Chickens'? You're the chicken I caught."
Great. The most clichéd plot had arrived.
She had been kidnapped.
Since she knew that someone wanted to kill the original owner, Wu Pengpeng had already imagined countless ways she might die. This result was well within her expectations.
Although she had taken all kinds of precautions, who would have thought that she had missed the insider around her.
Wu Pengpeng sat up straight, rubbing her sore waist, and was thinking about how to negotiate with the other party.
But her brain wasn't working well at the moment. Just like the heroines in countless brain - dead idol dramas, she said a stupid thing, "Where am I?"
The other party seemed to have been waiting for this question. As soon as she finished speaking, he immediately recited the prepared line, "This is your burial place."