NOVPUBChapter 585: 585, four fingers, long time no see
Chapter 585: 585, four fingers, long time no see
Song Qinghuan stumbled forward and then fainted, allowing Four-Fingers to carry her away.
The brief few seconds of the video were enough to make anyone’s heart pound with fear.
Shi Yuhuan closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists. He would allow nothing to happen to her. Not unless he died first.
After hanging up the phone, Shi Yuhuan began to consider calmly: where did Four-Fingers take Song Qinghuan? Why did he kidnap her? And how was he going to save her?
The more he thought, the stronger the murderous intent and gloom in his eyes became.
At that moment, Shi Yuhuan wanted to subject Four-Fingers to every painful punishment in the world. He wanted to make him suffer so much that he would beg for death.
Yan Pingdan showed up, fuming when he knew Song Qinghuan was missing.
The usually gentle and composed man was now full of anger, “Shi Yuhuan, I told you to stay away from my sister, not to cause her any trouble. But you insisted, and yet you can’t protect her. It happened before and now again. If anything happens to her, I won’t let you off!”
“I won’t let anything happen to her!” Shi Yuhuan’s voice, icy and hoarse, spat out the statement coldly.
A flash of crimson crossed his eyes, and his murderous intent was heavier than ever. After saying this, he turned and left.
According to the video, Four-Fingers intended not to harm Song Qinghuan, but to take her away.
So why did Four-Fingers want to take Song Qinghuan? The reason was obvious. He wanted to use Song Qinghuan to threaten Shi Yuhuan, to stop him through her.
All he had to do was wait. The call would naturally come.
The more he cared at that time, the more danger Song Qinghuan would be in. Instead, if he showed indifference, Song Qinghuan would be safer.
As he thought this, a touch of crimson rose from the depths of Shi Yuhuan’s eyes.
When Song Qinghuan woke up, she found herself bound hand and foot, threw onto an uneven concrete floor.
With a small whimper of pain, she moved her head and found that she was in an enclosed space, lit only by a dim hanging light. There was nothing else but a few yellowing bricks on the floor.
Her heart could not stop shaking. Terror rose like a tide, overwhelming her.
She tried to scream for help, but her mouth was taped shut. All she could make was a whimpering sound.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. After having a near-death experience previously, Song Qinghuan found herself even more terrified of death.
The sealed space echoed with the squeaking of rats, and like a frightened bird, Song Qinghuan’s body began to tremble violently. She maintained a high level of caution, alert to every movement around her.
She lay on the ground, her tied legs bent, subconsciously trying to protect her belly.
She realized that she was more concerned about the child than herself.
As the time ticked by, Song Qinghuan lost track of how long she had sat there in fear until she finally heard another sound — the opening of a door!
The door swung open, and with the beam of light, two men stepped in.
Fearful yet exhausted, Song Qinghuan propped up her head to see the men. It was the same man from before, the one with only four fingers who had thrown her into an ice storage and nearly frozen her to death, and who had then kidnapped her from the villa.
She forced herself to remain calm, to be brave, but her body continued to shudder uncontrollably.
“Long time no see, Miss Song,” a voice full of sinister, venomous cruelty echoed in the enclosed space.
