eurekapd Chapter 1236 She escaped
Chapter 1236 She escaped
Yan family villa.
The night was as dark as ink, spilling over every corner of the Yan family villa, shrouding the usually luxurious and bright villa in a silent and oppressive atmosphere.
Only one lonely ceiling light was on in the living room, casting a dim glow that barely outlined the cold silhouettes of the expensive furniture.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke, almost solidifying.
Yan Bei sat alone in the center of the sofa, his posture upright like a pine tree, yet he exuded an unprecedented sense of dejection.
He held a half-smoked cigar between his fingers, the crimson flame flickering, reflecting on his handsome yet terrifyingly gloomy face.
His usually deep, sharp black eyes, which seemed to see through everything, were now bloodshot.
In his eyes surged a turbulent sea of emotions—anxiety, anger, and fear.
Fear, and a hint of panic that he would never allow himself to admit.
Time passed by minute by minute.
His phone was ringing off the hook, each ring tugging at his already taut nerves, only to bring disappointment each time.
"We haven't heard from you yet, Mr. Yan."
"You bunch of useless trash, get to work! If you don't find anyone by tomorrow morning, none of you are going to live!"
"Okay, Mr. Yan."
Yan Bei hung up on the people who were looking for Shen Qing.
The voice of the report still echoed in his mind, each word like a needle chilled to the bone, piercing his heart with pain.
He took a deep drag on his cigar, the pungent smoke making his throat tighten, but it did nothing to relieve the tightness in his chest.
He stubbed out the cigarette butt hard in the crystal ashtray with an almost self-destructive force, making a piercing "sizzle" sound.
Yan Bei would stand for a while and then sit for a while.
He paced back and forth inside the villa, anxiously waiting for news that Shen Qing had been found.
Yan Bei sat back down on the sofa.
He continued smoking. The ashtray was already overflowing with cigarette butts, silently testifying to his torment.
If anything happens to Shen Qing, he won't let himself off the hook!
He promised to protect Shen Qing for the rest of his life, but he failed to do so.
At this time his phone rang.
Because it was about Shen Qing, he quickly answered the phone.
"Is there any news about the lady?"
"Xiao Bei, it's me."
Yan Bei was somewhat disappointed, but responded calmly, "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Xiao Bei, I heard that Qingqing had an accident."
"Mm," Yan Bei responded in a deep voice.
"Any news from Qingqing?"
"Not yet. I'm waiting too."
"Don't worry, Qingqing will be alright."
"Okay. Dad, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. Thank you and Aunt Yang for taking care of the two children."
"it is good!"
Yan Bei was already carefully controlling the tone of his voice when speaking to Yan Jiangshan.
He didn't want his father to worry about it.
So he didn't seem to be in a hurry.
In reality, he was extremely anxious.
I've prayed countless times in my heart that Shen Qing won't get into trouble.
Before Shen Qing returns, he will make anyone who dares to hurt her pay a bloody price.
In the living room, he sat alone in the dim light, like a lonely and dangerous statue, blending into the swirling smoke, awaiting an unknown ending.
His pale face betrayed the turmoil churning within him.
. . . . . .
Early the next morning.
Sister Zhang pushed open the door.
She was shocked to see Yan Bei asleep on the sofa.
She walked over and called out softly.
"gentlemen."
Yan Bei sat up abruptly and called out, "Wife."
It startled Sister Zhang.
She looked at Yan Bei and quickly asked.
"Sir, what's going on? What are you doing here? Where is Madam?"
"Sister Zhang, you're back? I thought my wife was back."
Seeing that Yan Bei's expression was not good, Sister Zhang asked with concern, "Sir, has something happened? Where is Madam?"
Yan Bei said expressionlessly, "She's gone."
Upon hearing this, Sister Zhang was so startled that she almost dropped her bag.
When did Madam disappear?
"yesterday."
"Sir, don't worry. Madam is a good person and has good fortune. She'll be alright. I'll go look for her too," Sister Zhang said, comforting Yan Bei.
"No need, Sister Zhang, I've sent so many people to search but we still haven't found it."
As he spoke, Yan Bei picked up his phone and called Yang Jian.
"Still no news?"
"Young Master Yan, not yet."
Yan Bei instantly flew into a rage, "These useless bastards, tell them to get lost and find another group to find them. I'll deal with those other people when I have time."
"Okay, Mr. Yan."
"..."
at the same time.
the other side.
A dilapidated bungalow in a hutong.
In a dimly lit room.
Shen Qing slowly opened her eyes.
Where is this? How did she get here?
She tried to move, but found that she couldn't move her arms and legs because they were tightly bound with ropes.
I tried to shout, but found my mouth was stuffed with something and I couldn't make a sound.
"Waaah...waaah..." She could only manage to make sounds with all her might, hoping that someone outside would hear her and come to her rescue.
She made noises while struggling against the rope.
An hour passed with no result.
She was already quite exhausted.
She clearly remembered taking her two children to the supermarket, forgetting her phone in the car. She went to the car to get her phone, and then she didn't know how she ended up here.
What about the two children? Will the two children be in danger?
Shen Qing continued to struggle to break free.
It was as if they were using all their strength.
But the thick rope tied it very tightly.
She is very worried about her two children.
Shen Qing looked around.
There was a mirror on the wall.
She moved over with all her might.
He headbutted the mirror.
The mirror crashed to the ground.
Blood quickly flowed from Shen Qing's head.
But she couldn't care less about that now; all she wanted to know was whether her two children were safe.
She tried to cut the rope bit by bit from the glass shards on the ground, but all she got were cuts. The rope was still not cut.
But she didn't give up and continued trying to cut the rope with the glass.
Fortunately, she persisted.
The rope binding their hands was cut.
She took the thing out of her mouth.
Quickly untie the ropes binding your legs.
He stood up and was about to run outside.
But the door was locked.
She pulled hard on the door, but couldn't budge it.
Then Shen Qing began searching the small room for something relatively hard.
Seeing a chair nearby, he picked it up and slammed it against the door.
Once, twice.
She used so many times, the chair was almost falling apart, before she finally opened the door.
Once outside, she had no idea where she was.
They could only run towards the wide road.