Song Yaozu watched the sports car speeding towards him, and the smile on his lips froze completely.
Just now, he deliberately provoked Wu Pengpeng, betting that she didn't dare to die with him. But judging from Wu Pengpeng's current actions, she clearly wanted to fight to the bitter end.
Could something have happened to He Qianshan?
In the past week, Wu Pengpeng had surrounded the hospital so tightly that he had tried every means but still couldn't get the slightest bit of news about He Qianshan.
The police closed the case yesterday, but Wu Pengpeng only kidnapped him today. It must be that something had happened to He Qianshan, and in a fit of anger, she chose to take risks.
Song Yaozu was so scared out of his wits by Wu Pengpeng's crazy actions that he scrambled backwards on all fours. But his hands and legs were tied, and he didn't move far before tripping over himself and falling flat on his back on the gravel - covered ground.
As the car got closer and closer, Song Yaozu screamed in terror: "Wu Pengpeng, calm down!"
However, Wu Pengpeng seemed not to hear his cries. Instead of slowing down, the car continued to speed towards him.
Just as Song Yaozu's legs went weak with fear and he felt a hot stream flowing down his legs, the car stopped just beside his feet.
The tension in Song Yaozu's heart eased, and he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for breath.
Wu Pengpeng took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked towards Song Yaozu step by step.
Song Yaozu watched Wu Pengpeng approaching slowly. She was like a demon returning from purgatory, which made people tremble with fear. He couldn't help but shrink his neck.
Wu Pengpeng stopped half a meter away from him and looked down at him coldly: "I really wanted to step on the accelerator and crush you into minced meat, but scum like you is not worth me risking my life for."
Seeing that she had no intention of killing him, Song Yaozu let out a long sigh of relief.
His courage, which had fled before, returned. He stared at Wu Pengpeng defiantly, trying hard to regain his previous arrogance: "Wu Pengpeng, you remember this. I will definitely repay this humiliation a hundredfold."
"Sure!" Wu Pengpeng was not intimidated by his threat at all. She sneered and said, "Then you'd better watch your own life. As long as I, Wu Pengpeng, am alive, I won't let you have an easy time."
Song Yaozu's attempt to talk tough backfired, and he was so angry that he trembled all over.
Before he could fight back, he heard Wu Pengpeng say: "Just a friendly reminder. It will cool down significantly tonight. If you don't find a way to escape quickly, don't blame me if you freeze to death."
After saying that, she gave a signal to the bodyguards waiting aside. Two bodyguards stepped forward, dragged Song Yaozu to one side, and then found two barrels of gasoline and poured them on the sports car that Wu Pengpeng had just driven.
Wu Pengpeng took out a lighter from her pocket, lit it, and threw it at the car. Then she walked away boldly in the sea of fire.
Song Yaozu watched the sky - filling fire, feeling both hatred and fear in his heart. He struggled hard, but the ropes were too strong to break free.
There was no one around, and no one would pass by. If he couldn't escape, he might be half - frozen to death tonight.
Just when Song Yaozu was on the verge of crying in despair, he heard the roar of a car. He thought someone was passing by and hurriedly shouted for help.
The owner of the car seemed to hear his voice. The car drove straight up to him, and a young man got out of the car.
Song Yaozu pleaded hurriedly: "Sir, I've been kidnapped. Please save me."
Hearing this, Wu Junchen frowned slightly. He scanned the surroundings but didn't see Wu Pengpeng. He quietly let out a sigh of relief.
He couldn't get in touch with Wu Pengpeng in the morning. He called her bodyguard and only then learned that she had kidnapped Song Yaozu.
He rushed here in a hurry, afraid that she would do something stupid.
"Save you?" Wu Junchen seemed to hear a funny joke. He curled the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Do you think I look like a good person?"
Song Yaozu saw the coldness in Wu Junchen's eyes and felt a chill run down his spine: "Who are you?"
"Wu Pengpeng's elder brother." Wu Junchen walked towards him slowly. "She won't touch you because she is a person with a bottom - line."
He half - squatted down, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. Then he said slowly: "But I'm different from her. I don't have that thing. Anyone who bullies my sister will pay with their life."
As soon as he finished speaking, he somehow took out a short knife and stabbed it straight into Song Yaozu's hand.
Song Yaozu was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound for a long time. He rolled on the ground silently.
Wu Junchen watched him expressionlessly for a while, then cut the ropes on his hands and feet with the knife and dragged him into the car.
He stepped on the accelerator and took Song Yaozu to a more remote suburban area, then threw him in front of a small clinic.
"You can call the police if you want. Let's see if you'll die in prison or if I'll be carefree."
After saying that, he drove away directly. When he arrived at the hospital, Wu Pengpeng was already asleep on He Qianshan's hospital bed.
She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. Her brows were tightly knitted, and tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes. She was struggling in great pain.
Wu Junchen felt heart - broken. He reached out and shook her: "Pengpeng."
Wu Pengpeng was startled awake. She subconsciously looked at He Qianshan. Seeing that he was still lying there peacefully, she finally felt relieved.
Seeing her like this, Wu Junchen felt even more heart - ache: "Pengpeng, if you're tired, go home and rest. I'll watch over him for you."
Hearing this, Wu Pengpeng turned her head. She looked at him blankly for a while, and only then seemed to recognize him. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly: "Big brother..."
The strength she had pretended to have for so long was completely shattered by a dream. She was like a child who had lost her beloved toy and cried uncontrollably.
"... What should I do, big brother? Just now... I dreamed that he said goodbye to me. He said... he was in so much pain that he couldn't hold on anymore... He was leaving, and he didn't want me anymore..."
She grabbed the corner of his clothes and repeated the nightmare just now incoherently. Wu Junchen's heart ached so much that it was about to break.
"Dreams are the opposite." He tried hard to suppress the sourness in his throat and comforted her gently, "He must be on his way back to see you."
Wu Pengpeng seemed not to hear his voice. She was immersed in the nightmare and couldn't extricate herself. She wailed loudly.
Suddenly, the machine let out a shrill beep.
Wu Pengpeng was startled. She quickly stopped crying, held He Qianshan's hand, and coaxed him gently: "Godly Dyer, don't be sad. I'm okay."
After that day, Wu Pengpeng never lost control again. She became the invincible Wu Pengpeng she used to be. She accompanied He Qianshan every day, told him stories, and accompanied him to soak up the sun...
For a whole two months, He Qianshan still showed no sign of waking up.
However, there was great progress in Song Yaozu's case.
On the way back from the abandoned factory that day, she called Brother Dao and set up a trap with him.
That useless Song Yaozu, in order to take back the Song Group while He Qianshan was in a coma, chose to take risks and fell into the trap she had set step by step.
In fact, she just asked Brother Dao to help make a connection, and Song Yaozu rushed headlong down the path of law - breaking. He committed murder and drug - trafficking, doing all kinds of evil.
After the truth was exposed, on his way to escape, he was blocked by Wu Pengpeng.
"Don't resist anymore." She was like the God of Death with a scythe, cruel and terrifying. "The evidence of murder and drug - trafficking is conclusive. You can't escape."
Song Yaozu realized that he had been tricked. He was so angry that he wanted to pounce on her and die with her, but was stopped by the bodyguards.
He struggled hoarsely: "Wu Pengpeng, you crazy woman! You fucking framed me!"
Wu Pengpeng kicked the gravel beside her feet and laughed happily: "What evidence do you have to prove that I framed you? You trafficked drugs and killed people. How can you blame me?"
She could tolerate others hurting her, but she would never tolerate anyone hurting He Qianshan.
"I said I would make you pay the price." She looked up at Song Yaozu and sneered coldly. "Go back to your prison and struggle to survive!"
After sending Song Yaozu to prison, Wu Pengpeng finally felt that the stone in her heart had dropped. The nightmares that had haunted her for days finally dissipated, and she had a good sleep for the first time in a long while.
When she opened her eyes again, it was almost dusk. The setting sun shone in through the window and spilled on the hospital bed.
He Qianshan was sitting in the pool of sunlight, half - propping himself up, looking at her tenderly.
Wu Pengpeng stared into his eyes silently for a long time. Suddenly, she smiled: "This dream is so nice!"
She lowered her eyes. When she looked up again, there was already a hint of tears in her voice: "Every time I dreamed of you before, you were so sad. But today you're actually smiling at me."
Maybe because she was in a dream, she suddenly wanted to be that weak little girl again. She asked cautiously and almost pleadingly: "Godly Dyer, can I live in your dream forever?"