The silver needle pierced into her skin, and Nanrong Wanqing felt only a slight sting at her neck as if bitten by a mosquito. Subconsciously, she reached to touch it, her beautiful eyes looking at Jiang Ying with confusion.
"Auntie, you..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt her head heavy, the brightness before her eyes rapidly dimming, her consciousness growing increasingly blurred, her body feeling as though it was filled with lead, extrely heavy, without even the strength to lift her hands.
Seeing Nanrong Wanqing’s head drooping, her arms hanging down, Jiang Ying gently patted her shoulder, calling out close to her ear, "Wanqing, Wanqing."
Half a minute passed, and seeing that she was still unresponsive, Jiang Ying slightly relaxed, her eyes complex as she gazed at her, murmuring to herself, "Wanqing, don’t bla , this is for your own good." With that, she briskly walked over to her desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the secretary Wang Lan.
"Xiaolan, go to my office, there’s a docunt in the right-hand drawer, help fetch it, the chairman wants to see it now."
After giving the instructions, she pushed the wheelchair to the door, cracked it open slightly, waited for Wang Lan to leave, and then took Nanrong Wanqing into the chairman’s private elevator. The elevator began to move slowly, and shortly afterward, the two arrived directly at the underground parking garage.
Jiang Ying stepped out of the elevator first, and a motor ho imdiately drove over from a nearby parking space, stopping in front of them.
Whoosh!
The car door slid open, and two burly n quickly jumped out, transferring the wheelchair into the vehicle. Once everyone was in, the motor ho did not pause, imdiately heading for the exit.
rging into the traffic, Jiang Han in the vehicle glanced at the unconscious Nanrong Wanqing, his lips curling into a smug smile.
"Niece, well done, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint ."
Jiang Ying’s lips moved as if she wanted to say sothing, but upon catching a glimpse of Nanrong Wanqing out of the corner of her eye, her emotions beca flickering and uncertain—guilt, relief, anticipation, an indescribable taste. In the end, she chose silence.
At this mont, Jiang Han reached out, lifted Nanrong Wanqing’s chin, her beautiful face fully revealed before him without hindrance. He gently caressed her fair, buttery cheeks, his gaze unabashedly roving over her elegant figure, admiring, his mouth continually letting out ’tsk tsk’ sounds of appreciation, his chilly eyes emitting a strange light, like a primal fla burning.
"Truly, a golden flower of East Sea City, no one could fault this beauty, such a pity..." His lips slightly curved upward, his words trailing off, but the implication was clear.
Jiang Ying’s face stiffened, quickly saying, "What are you talking about? Don’t forget, she’s your cousin."
Jiang Han snorted inwardly, so what if she’s a cousin? The Jiang Family of Yangcheng ca to be the enormous entity it is today because they had been practicing intermarriage within the family for centuries to sustain their lineage, ensuring that the clan’s blood ran through everyone, maintaining absolute unity. Although such things were scarce in modern tis, they were not nonexistent. Of course, he did not show this before Jiang Ying, rely saying indifferently, "Niece, why so nervous, I was just speaking off the cuff. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to her before she ets the Family Head." After speaking, he lifted the corner of his lips, thinking to himself that if she couldn’t et the Family Head’s expectations, she would eventually be abandoned by the Jiang Family. By that ti, he could play with her as he wished, and no one would care.
Thinking about this exciting prospect, his body involuntarily reacted.
...
Hongyu Group headquarters.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened, and Ling Chen, expression stern, hurried out with Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui, heading straight for the chairman’s office.
"Mr. Ling." The secretary Wang Lan, who had been waiting at the door, hastened over to greet the three people as they approached, with an anxious expression.
Ling Chen glanced at the empty office and asked, "Lan, what’s going on? Where is the chairman?"
"I... I don’t know." Wang Lan’s eyes were slightly red, and she was almost in tears with urgency. "Manager Jiang ca by just now and asked to fetch a docunt from her office, saying the chairman wanted to see it. But I searched for a long ti and couldn’t find it. When I returned to ask for clarification, both the chairman and Manager Jiang were gone. I thought they had gone to inspect the departnt’s work, so I didn’t think much of it. However, it has been half an hour now, and the chairman has not returned, and her phone is unreachable. Five minutes ago, the chairman was supposed to have a eting. She has never missed a eting without reason, let alone being late, so I’m worried that sothing might have happened."
"Manager Jiang... do you an Jiang Ying?" Ling Chen’s face changed slightly, and he had an uneasy premonition.
"Liang, take Wei Jun and the others to patrol the building to see if you can find the chairman. Captain Zhong, co with to check the surveillance footage." With that, Ling Chen and Zhong Wei hurried to the security departnt’s monitoring room.
The surveillance footage from half an hour ago was pulled up, and Ling Chen focused on the screen, filtering through it fra by fra. Soon, he noticed that Jiang Ying had used her work card to pass through the underground parking lot’s access control. Through the parking lot’s surveillance footage, a motorho caught his eye.
The license plate of the motorho was from East Sea City, and the model was a Toyota Alphard. Since the windows were tinted with a film, it was impossible to see clearly inside the vehicle through the surveillance. Moreover, the other party was cunning, always deliberately avoiding the cara’s range and parking in the blind spots.
In addition, the timing of the motorho’s entry and exit matched perfectly with Nanrong Wanqing’s disappearance. It was clear to conclude that Nanrong Wanqing must be in that vehicle.
The Jiang Family!
Ling Chen’s eyebrows were knotted, and a cold chill flashed in his dark pupils.
Nanrong Wanqing disappeared after eting with Jiang Ying. This matter was definitely related to the Jiang Family. As for the person behind this, who else if not Jiang Han?
However, what infuriated him the most was Jiang Ying. Nanrong Wanqing treated her like family, yet she took advantage of this trust and secretly kidnapped Nanrong Wanqing. He could protect Nanrong Wanqing from harm by outsiders, but he could not prevent betrayal by a family mber.
"Ling Chen, should we call the police?"
"It’s no use," Ling Chen stated solemnly. "I know who took the chairman, but we don’t have evidence to prove it, and the police won’t investigate the Jiang Family based on just our word. Besides, the Jiang Family is located in Yangcheng, outside of East Sea City’s jurisdiction. By the ti they coordinate, it will be too late."
"Are you certain they will take the chairman to Yangcheng?"
Ling Chen nodded. Last ti Jiang Han went to the Nanrong Family to cause trouble, he repeatedly stated that he wanted to take Nanrong Wanqing back to the Jiang Family. Now that he has kidnapped her, he will surely rush back to Yangcheng to report.
Looking at the ti, over forty minutes have passed. By now, Jiang Han is probably already out of the city, and it is too late to pursue.
Yangcheng... it seems a trip to Yangcheng is imperative.
"Captain Zhong, you and Liang prepare to accompany to Yangcheng. Let’s keep this matter to ourselves for now, including to the elderly master; nobody is to breathe a word. If they ask, tell them that we’re accompanying the chairman to a eting and won’t be back for a few days. Also, give Lana heads-up to keep it quiet."
"Alright, I understand."
The reason for not informing the Nanrong Family about this incident is, firstly, to avoid worrying everyone, and secondly, as Nanrong Wanqing is the chairman of the Hongyu Group, if the outside world learned she was in trouble, it could unnerve the employees and affect the company.
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