NOVPUBChapter 587: At this moment, she hates Shi Yuhuan.
Chapter 587: At this moment, she hates Shi Yuhuan.
The newspaper showed a tall man, leading Zhan Jie in and out of a hotel. The headline read, “Famous Presenter Zhan Jie’s Mystery Boyfriend Emerges.”
The tall man was “half hiding his face,” but by his silhouette, Song Qinghuan recognized him as Shi Yuhuan.
Celebrity news, true or false, Song Qinghuan shouldn’t believe such stuff.
But at this very moment, it was incredibly painful.
A hot tear rolled down, Song Qinghuan felt an icy chill along with a sour taste in her heart!
She started to sob. Why was she suffering here, every second was painful, while he could spend time with Zhan Jie when she was missing.
Now, every speck of pain, grievance, blaming felt magnified.
Song Qinghuan started to despise Shi Yuhuan at this moment, an indescribable hatred.
Suddenly, she realized that Shi Yuhuan might not rescue her and her heart instantly cooled down.
Instead of waiting for a rescue, perhaps, self-rescue was more practical Some.
She suddenly looked up at him, pleading, “I don’t believe it, it must be fake. Can you loosen the rope for me? Let me take a good look at the paper, please.”
The man declined: “No.”
Song Qinghuan blinked her eyes, and tears fell down. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
She cried terribly, a lamenting face said: “Brother, I beg you. Let me see it. If I got tied up here for this type of person, it’s not worth it at all. So even if I die, at least let me die clearly and understandably. My heart aches, really aches. I won’t run away. I don’t even have the strength to sit up, how could I run? I can’t run.”
The man still refused, “No!”
Song Qinghuan sobbed: “I knew it. It must be you who lied to me. The newspaper is fake, you don’t even dare let me see it.”
The man furrowed his brows, bending down to look at Song Qinghuan’s hands tied behind her, then looked at the newspaper again.
After thinking, he said: “Alright, I’ll change your posture for you and tie your hands in front. That way, you can hold the newspaper.”
Saying this, the man squatted down and untied the rope on Song Qinghuan’s wrists.
“Okay, thank you, brother!” Song Qinghuan thanked him repeatedly, and during the gap when untying the knot, began to chat with the man: “Brother, I know you’re not a bad guy, you’re a good person.”
“Heh…” The man chuckled coldly twice, then fell silent.
Song Qinghuan continued: “I have a brother who looks like you. When I see you, I feel like I’m seeing my brother.”
The man gave her a cold glance: “Hey, don’t try to get close to me. I’m telling you, you should just stay still. Otherwise, you’ll suffer, The Fourth Master is not a vegetarian.”
Song Qinghuan obediently nodded: “Don’t worry, I will sit still. By the way, brother, your accent sounds like a Q City person, what a coincidence, I am also from Q City. I followed my mother to A City, how did you come to A City?”
“Yes, I’ve from Q City. Because of…” Unconsciously, the man talked about how he came from Q City to A City.
When talking about his hardships, he angrily swung the rope on the floor twice.
Song Qinghuan watched nervously but listened quietly, whilst calmly glancing at the brick nearby…
