After finishing speaking, Yen Wenqing turned and left.
Yen Wenqing’s subordinate approached, holding sothing black and indistinguishable in hand.
She struggled desperately, but the person still brought that black object closer to her mouth, trying to stuff it in.
She felt so nauseated that she was about to vomit.
That thing looked disgustingly dirty!
No matter how much she struggled, her mouth was eventually gagged by the foreign object, and her head was covered with a black cloth. Soone lifted her up and walked outside.
She was taken onto a vehicle.
On the vehicle, she felt soone touching her clothes. She didn’t know what they were trying to do, and she struggled desperately, groaning "mmph mmph" in wild screams, filled with helplessness and despair.
She was, after all, the Senior Mada of the Yun Family, the wife of the Family Head of the Yun Family, the in-law of the Gu Family.
Her family had always been distinguished, and since Yun Shengxun married Gu Lan, their status had climbed even higher, commanding respect wherever they went.
She lived a life of exquisite elegance, everything going her way.
Except for the day she learned of her son’s death at the hands of Gu Lan, she didn’t know what despair tasted like.
But now... she was experiencing that taste once again.
Her head was covered, and she felt her clothes being changed.
She was angry, terrified, and frantic to the point of despair, but she had lost her freedom, unable to do anything, subject to others’ whims.
She didn’t know how long it had been when the black cloth on her head was ripped off, and the thing in her mouth was removed.
Before she could even get a good look at her surroundings, she was thrown out of the vehicle.
She was cast harshly onto the road, feeling as if all her bones had scattered upon impact.
As the car sped away, she, screaming loudly, swallowed a mouthful of dust.
Struggling, she got up from the ground and looked around, but there was no one to be found.
Trembling with fear, she reached down and touched herself.
All she was wearing was a short skirt.
Looking at the clothes that only a teenage girl would wear, her head buzzed, and she felt like she was on the verge of a stroke.
Although she was already in her sixties this year, she had always taken good care of herself. There was no excess fat on her body, and she regularly had hyaluronic acid injections and minor costic treatnts. Judging by her physique, she looked to be just over forty.
She had always lived a pampered and privileged life, dressed in fine and elegant attire with attendants at her beck and call.
But at this mont, the cheap skirt she was wearing looked like sothing sold at a roadside stall, appearing to be made of silk but actually being a low-quality fabric, extrely uncomfortable to wear.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never worn such poor clothes!
Worse still, the clothes had an odd odor that made her feel like vomiting!
In the dead of night, she stood in an unfamiliar place wearing such an outfit, with neither heaven nor earth responding to her cries.
She started to cry, stumbling forward as she ran.
She thought, at least find soone, borrow a piece of clothing, then get a phone.
Call the police and she would be rescued.
After running a few hundred ters, she ca upon an old house.
The night wind was cold, and wearing only a short skirt, she shivered all over. She couldn’t care less about anything else, and she ran up and started pounding on the door frantically.
"Who is it? Who’s there? What’s the hurry?" Soone cursed impatiently as they ca to open the door.
The door opened, and Senior Mada Yun saw a sloppy man with an untidy dress, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Bent over, she pleaded, "I’m sorry for disturbing you, I’ve encountered bad people. Please, can you lend so clothes to wear? And also a phone, I beg you, just let use your phone to call the police."
The man was taken aback, his gaze circling over her body, a lecherous smile spreading across his face.
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