Behind the October Hotel.
Streetlights cast a bright yet unobtrusive glow.
The man with buck teeth pulled Fang Miaomiao to the car door.
"Get in, step on the gas."
Lao Er and the short man carried the boxes into the car.
"Mr. Wen, isn't it? You'd better not call the police," the buck-toothed man issued a warning. "Two million is not much for a rich man like you. If we see any police looking for us, we won't hesitate to take a hostage with us before we die."
"After all, the barefoot aren't afraid of the shod, Mr. Wen, what do you think?"
"As long as you let her go safely, I'll pretend I never saw you."
The buck-toothed man laughed heartily, "Mr. Wen is truly straightforward. I like talking to straightforward people like you. Don't worry, we'll never appear before you again."
"Boss."
The buck-toothed man's expression changed instantly. He shoved Fang Miaomiao hard towards Wen Zhiyan and then jumped into the car.
"Miaomiao." Wen Zhiyan straightened his body and securely held Fang Miaomiao in his arms. "Are you alright?"
Fang Miaomiao hissed, having bumped her wound.
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao snapped back to attention, "Oh no, An An."
"It's alright, I've already asked Xin Xuan Lai to go inside and look for her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Xuan Lai called to report that An An was safe and sound.
Fang Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Miaomiao's wrist, which was bleeding again from the impact, his heart aching with both concern and fear, not daring to touch it. "To the hospital."
Fortunately, the October Hotel was not far from the hospital.
Medical staff quickly cleaned and treated Fang Miaomiao's wrist. Finally, at Wen Zhiyan's insistence, she was admitted to the hospital.
After watching Fang Miaomiao fall asleep, Wen Zhiyan's face turned completely cold.
"Mr. Wen."
"How is it?" Wen Zhiyan looked at the girl sleeping restlessly on the hospital bed with heartache, his heart feeling as if it had been stabbed by a dagger.
"Caught them. They're in the basement now."
"Find a nurse to watch Miaomiao, and push me over."
"Yes."
...
A certain basement.
The three were tied up tightly, their eyes completely blindfolded with black cloth.
The basement was stuffy, and the dim, flickering lights served their only purpose. Various torture instruments hung on the walls.
"Mr. Wen."
"Open the door."
The iron door creaked open.
The three bound men inside immediately sat up straight, "Who, who is it?"
Wen Zhiyan gave Xin Xuan Lai a look. Xin Xuan Lai nodded, signaling that the two burly men who followed could begin.
The burly men said nothing, picked up whips from the wall, and began to test them.
The whips were covered in dense barbs. One lash left the skin torn and flesh exposed.
Xin Xuan Lai pushed Wen Zhiyan back a few steps.
"Mr. Wen, is that Mr. Wen?" The buck-toothed man, with his excellent hearing, recognized the voice. "Mr. Wen, we've already decided to leave A City and never come back. Why do you insist on pursuing us to the bitter end?"
A whistling sound echoed through the air.
It was the sound of whips cracking.
The two burly men, one on each side, swung their whips at the three terrified figures on the ground.
"Ah!"
"Damn it, that hurts like hell! What is hitting me?"
"Stop hitting, please stop hitting!"
"Ah..."
The men lay on the ground in a sorry state, trying to roll away to avoid the lashes.
But no matter how they writhed, the whip could accurately strike every part of their bodies.
"Brother, brother, we'll return the money. We'll return the money! We'll give back the entire two million. Can you please stop hitting us?"
He felt like he was being beaten to death.
Wen Zhiyan raised a finger, and the burly men stopped.
The buck-toothed man thought his words had taken effect. Although he was very unhappy with these people's stinginess, compared to his life, he would rather pay back the money.
"As long as you let us three go, we will return the two million in full without a penny missing, and leave A City overnight. How about that?"
Damn, this deal was a huge loss.
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
The burly men put down their whips, picked up baseball bat-like wooden clubs, and fiercely smashed them down on the three men.
Watching the trio beaten to their knees begging for mercy, Wen Zhiyan's rage intensified, appearing especially terrifying under the light.
How dare they touch his Miaomiao?
People like this deserved to be killed.
In any case, they were scum of society. Killing them would be a contribution to human society.
Thinking this, Wen Zhiyan was about to order them to strike a fatal blow when Xin Xuan Lai shook his head at him and pulled out his phone.
The phone displayed: Madam is about to wake up.
These few words instantly extinguished Wen Zhiyan's almost uncontrollable rage.
"Mr. Wen, let's go find Madam."
Wen Zhiyan looked at the three still screaming and did not speak.
After a long while, he slowly looked at Xin Xuan Lai.
Xin Xuan Lai knew this was his cue to take him away.
He let out a slight sigh of relief and pushed Wen Zhiyan away.
In the car.
"Mr. Wen, it's not good to get blood from these degenerates on you."
"Beat them for a few days, cripple their legs."
"Understood, Mr. Wen. Leave the rest to me."
Wen Zhiyan leaned back against the seat, his eyes slightly closed. "Drive faster."
He was afraid that if he returned late, Miaomiao might wake up.
As expected, the moment he entered the hospital room, Fang Miaomiao on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
"Miaomiao."
Wen Zhiyan felt his throat a little dry, and he dared not meet Miaomiao's gaze.
"Where did you go just now?" Fang Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wen Zhiyan. "I couldn't feel your presence."
Wen Zhiyan forced a smile, "Sorry, I was just outside making a phone call. My mistake, it won't happen again."
"Will you stay with me? I'm scared."
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan pushed the wheelchair to Fang Miaomiao's bedside. "I'll stay here with you today."
"Even if I fall asleep, you can't leave, okay?" Fang Miaomiao asked tentatively.
In the book, Wen Zhiyan was not exactly a good person. Later, for some unknown reason, his hands were stained with blood, and his ending was uncertain.
After the ordeal just now, Fang Miaomiao knew she had fallen for the man in front of her. She considered herself not a good person, but she didn't want the person she liked to have blood on his hands.
"Okay." Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment, guessing Fang Miaomiao's intentions. His little fairy truly understood him; she always knew what he was thinking.
However, it was his Miaomiao's request, so he would comply.
It was just a few insignificant pests anyway; he could cripple them and then have them thrown in jail.
Thinking this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Wen Zhiyan's eyes.
Suddenly.
Wen Zhiyan felt his vision darken, and then he heard Fang Miaomiao's voice, "I don't like your expression just now. Let's not think about it, okay?"
His body stiffened. He took Fang Miaomiao's slender hand in his large one, his voice a little hoarse, "Okay, I'll listen to Miaomiao."
"Be good, Miaomiao, sleep now. I'll stay by your side, not leaving an inch."