lerbook Chapter 367: "Has She Not Grown to Like Me Even a Little?
Chapter 367: "Has She Not Grown to Like Me Even a Little?
At this moment, the sound of iron chains reached her ears, distinctly echoing in her mind.
She looked up.
She saw Gu Nanjiu, both hands and feet shackled, slowly approaching her.
His eyes were narrow yet deep, and with each step, a noise resonated.
Song Yi’s gaze turned cold as she stared straight at Gu Nanjiu, her hands tightly clutching her clothes, struggling to suppress the urge to hit him.
Gu Nanjiu didn’t seem scared at all; noticing Song Yi’s expression, he calmly sat down in front of her: "Rare to still have someone visit me. Didn’t Nuannuan come?"
He spoke, his tone light, cool, and very composed.
Song Yi’s face turned cold: "What exactly do you want?"
She showed the note right in front of him: "Did you write this for her?"
Song Yi was suppressing a strong fury inside.
Gu Nanjiu glanced casually at the paper, which boldly stated—
"Congratulations, Nuannuan is finally an adult and can be my girlfriend."
The brief sentence accompanied by a ring was chilling to the bone.
Directly driving Song Nuan to a mental breakdown at the time.
"Hmm? Is there a problem?" Gu Nanjiu sat upright, appearing both gentlemanly and elegant: "When she wasn’t an adult, I didn’t have this requirement of her."
He smiled with narrowed eyes, as if he weren’t the one imprisoned.
Song Yi was infuriated by his attitude, frowning: "Do you know what condition Song Nuan is in because of this note?"
Song Nuan’s emotions were unstable, triggered by the note.
"Oh?" A gleam flashed in Gu Nanjiu’s eyes, as if he found great interest in Song Yi’s words: "Did she not become somewhat more fond of me?"
"After all, I’m here... still remembering her birthday..." Gu Nanjiu licked his lips, raising his hand to place it on the table, the clash of handcuffs ringing: "Why not let her come see me?"
The tone was light, but every word reeked of malice.
Like a fuse, lightning through Song Yi’s heart.
"Gu Nanjiu!"
Song Yi’s face dramatically darkened, the raging fire burning within her, blushing her cheeks, shattering her reason.
Without thinking, she grabbed the chair beside her and slammed it fiercely against the glass barrier between them.
Bang!
The special, resilient material made the chair’s weight insignificantly small.
Gu Nanjiu stayed still, his smile unwavering.
Song Yi stepped forward, her eyes cold, a sharp hostility erupting: "Touch my sister and I’ll kill you."
Song Nuan was still so young, this scumbag!
The watching police came at the sound, pulling Song Yi away.
Song Yi shook them off, trying to calm herself: "Don’t touch me."
Gu Nanjiu pushed his tongue against his cheek, looking amusedly at the woman before him: "Rather than being so indignant here, you might want to worry about your boyfriend..."
"Heh..." He gazed deeply at Song Yi, smiling, a sinister voice slipping out of his throat.
Song Yi felt a chill rising up her spine, goosebumps spreading all over, making her body slightly limp.
Gu Nanjiu was escorted away.
As he left, he continued to smile at Song Yi.
Song Yi felt unsettled, lowering her gaze.
What... did he mean?
All sorts of emotions collided within her mind, almost making it explode.
In a daze, her rationality returned, with only one thought in mind, Tang Si might be in trouble.
She grabbed her bag, bid farewell to the prison guards, and hurriedly walked out.
Tang Si clearly said he had something to do here, why didn’t he suddenly show up? Where did he go?
Song Yi held her bag tightly, as if she wanted to rip the strap apart, feeling suffocated with no room for relief.
...
The city bustled with noise during the day.
The traffic was heavy, teeming with crowds in the lively commercial area.
Liu Qiang drove the car: "Get this done right away."
In the rearview mirror, the woman’s eyes were icy and sinister, her voice cold and fierce: "Yes, expose it. I want it trending online!"
"Make the whole world know, if possible."
After saying these cold words, the woman hung up the phone, smirking; she wouldn’t let anyone ruin what she wanted!
After hanging up, Liu Qiang listened to music.
She glanced at the rearview mirror, suddenly becoming alert.
Unintentionally, she spotted a police car following her.
She frowned; she was initially headed for the suburbs.
Being followed, the woman turned the steering wheel, changing direction towards the busiest areas.
Behind, Tang Si pursued relentlessly.
His peach blossom eyes focused on that car, tightly gripping the steering wheel with bulging veins, exuding a sensual aura.
"Beep beep—"
"Beep—"
The car sped along, its horn continually blaring loudly, crossing one red light after another, weaving through the traffic.
Throughout, it repeatedly changed lanes, twisting and turning.
Ordinarily, under such traffic conditions, most people would have been left behind.
Yet Tang Si kept right up with her.
Liu Qiang gritted her teeth: "What a lousy car!"
Her own car couldn’t keep up with a police car?!
The detective squad’s police cars had been upgraded by Tang Si.
Top-notch performance.
Running better than expensive cars, even outperforming them.
Tang Si calmly followed the leading car.
His entire demeanor exuded the composure and extravagant air of an RMB rich player.
Weaving through traffic, Liu Qiang found a spot to park and swiftly got off.
The only option was to blend into the crowd to escape; driving away was impossible.
Her driving skills weren’t as good as Tang Si’s.
With a squeal, Tang Si braked firmly.
Flipping the car door shut glamorously, he eyed Liu Qiang’s back, scoffing.
Getting off now is asking for death.
The previously orderly commercial area became chaotic due to this disturbance.
Police capturing a fugitive, a scene straight out of a TV drama.
Liu Qiang, barely a few steps into her escape, was suddenly surrounded, making it impossible to run in any direction.
Tang Si had already arranged people at every intersection.
Trapping Liu Qiang!
In the center of the crowd, one woman smirked, unfazed, as if watching a good show.
After a while, she uttered two words: "Boring."
She took slow steps, preparing to leave.
In her panic, Liu Qiang randomly grabbed a passerby walking slowly.
In the next instant, Liu Qiang clutched her collar.
The woman hadn’t yet reacted before she was restrained, a cold dagger at her throat.
"..." Damn?
Watching a scene, is her luck that good?
Liu Qiang held the hostage, frantically eyeing the surrounding crowd: "Don’t come over! Come any closer and I’ll slit this woman’s throat!"
Tang Si stood opposite Liu Qiang, hands in his pockets, his peach blossom eyes gazing distantly at her.
His tone was cool and lazy: "Don’t bother wasting your energy."
"I won’t come over, so why just drag this out, waste time until eternity?"
Tang Si seemed to have an attitude of just playing along with Liu Qiang.
The hostage in her hands made it difficult to act rashly on impulse.
"Captain Tang." A police officer approached him: "The sniper is in position."
In the sunlight, Tang Si nodded briefly.
He quietly fixed his gaze on Liu Qiang, saying no more.
Over time, a sense of pressure and cold seemed to spread, making one feel uneasy.
Liu Qiang felt her throat parch as if smoking; the knife pressed into the woman’s neck, shallow: "Let me go."