"What’s the good stuff?" Urged by Tang Yuan, Ling Chen grew even more curious and reached out to touch it.
Tang Yuan slapped his hand away with a ’snap’, guarding the backpack with both hands, looking like a brat who deserved a beating for not sharing.
Ling Chen cursed displeasedly, "Fine, if you won’t let see it, then I don’t want to see it." As he said this, he saw Liang Zhao Hui light up a cigarette. He snatched it from his mouth and took two deep drags.
"You don’t smoke, do you?"
"Mind your own business, I’m annoyed."
"Alright, alright, enough of that, let’s talk business. What’s your plan next?"
Ling Chen leaned against the windowsill, smoke swirling from the cigarette in his hand, obscuring his sight. He tried to mimic Liang Zhao Hui and blew a smoke ring, watching it slowly dissolve into the air. Suddenly, he threw the cigarette butt onto the floor and said grimly, "Now that our whereabouts have been exposed, we must act tonight no matter what. We can’t give them ti to prepare."
"Okay, I’ll follow your lead. What do you want to do?"
"Old Tang, you work with Captain Zhong and Liang on the outside to support , and arrange the escape route. I’ll go in to rescue."
"No way!" Tang Yuan shook his head decisively and refused, "That’s just rash nonsense. Where’s your plan? Just blindly rushing into the Jiang Family like this is looking for death, not a rescue!" As he spoke, he pulled out a file from the backpack and threw it on the bed, "When I ca here, I used our organization’s resources to check. The Jiang Family bought an advanced security system from abroad two years ago, worth eighty million US dollars. This system can monitor the entire Jiang Family area, including the periter wall fitted with induction and acoustic devices. Anyone approaching within five ters of the wall will trigger the alarm. Even if you’re lucky enough to avoid the surveillance equipnt, you won’t escape the eyes of the security staff. There are patrols inside and outside the walls throughout the day, changing shifts every five minutes, rotating regularly."
Ling Chen stared for a mont, his face filled with surprise, "That aweso? The fatty didn’t ntion this."
"The Jiang Family introduced that system through their connections with the military brass, how would the fatty know about it."
"So, does that an we can only watch from the outside?"
"That’s why I’m telling you to think of a foolproof plan, don’t be so impulsive. I know you’re worried about Miss Nanrong’s safety, but you can’t ignore your own safety."
Ling Chen turned away, looking out the window, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the soaring high-rises in the distance, pondering his next move. The Jiang Family defense was rigorous, sneaking in was much harder than he had imagined. And now, with limited equipnt, they could only rely on individual ability.
"How to get in..."
After pondering for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up as he looked out the window, a bright idea flashing through his mind.
"I’ve got an idea." Saying so, he imdiately took out his notebook and marked the location of the Jiang Family on the map, then scanned the surrounding environnt with the Jiang Family at its center.
Tang Yuan and Zhong Wei leaned over the laptop screen, looking at Ling Chen as if deep in thought, "What’s your plan?"
Ling Chen grinned, "I’ll keep it a secret for now. But before that, I need your help with sothing. Old Tang, if I rember correctly, there’s a military base about a hundred kiloters away from Yangcheng. Contact the General and ask them to send so equipnt over. Captain Zhong, Liang, please take a trip to the animal shelter."
"Animal shelter?"
Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui looked at each other, surprised, wondering if they had misheard.
Tang Yuan gestured, "Do as he says. This kid always has tricks up his sleeve."
...
Night fell.
The autumn breeze was mildly cool, brushing lightly.
Inside the Siheyuan of Jiang Family’s compound, Jiang Ying hesitated as she stood outside a bedroom, retracting her hand from the doorknob several tis. After a mont’s hesitation, she finally pushed the door open and went inside.
The spacious bedroom was lit with a lamp, as bright as day.
In the luxuriously decorated room, there was a bed against the wall. On the bed lay a young and beautiful girl, with her hands spread out and feet together, her wrists each wrapped in a rope, affixed to both sides of the headboard, constraining her freedom.
Hearing footsteps from the doorway, the girl did not react, her eyes as brilliant as stars gazing blankly at the ceiling, as if lost in endless contemplation.
Jiang Ying walked gently to the bedside, looking at the dim glow in her eyes, sighed softly, and asked with concern, "Wanqing, are you okay?"
"Apart from not being dead, everything is fine," Nanrong Wanqing replied icily, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Wanqing, don’t be like this, I... I didn’t an to hurt you, my initial intention was for your own good, I hope you can understand."
Nanrong Wanqing responded indifferently, "Auntie, I’m not three years old, why bother lying to with such words, you might as well deceive yourself. Ask yourself, do you really have my best interests at heart without any selfish motives? I know you’ve wanted to return to the Jiang Family for a long ti, after all, you carry the Jiang family blood. I don’t bla you, and I have no right to. You were exiled by the Jiang Family for my mother, living outside for more than twenty years. For you, that was a painful thing, I understand your feelings. So, I won’t resent you, nor will I hate you. However, starting from today, the Nanrong Family no longer owes you anything."
"Wanqing..." Jiang Ying’s lips moved, wanting to say sothing, but not knowing where to start. She was clearly aware her niece no longer had any affection for her.
Just then, the door was pushed open and several delicate-looking girls carried in a large wooden tub, placing it beside the bed. Then, one after another, they poured hot water into it and sprinkled flower petals on the surface. The room quickly filled with steam and a faint scent of flowers.
Nanrong Wanqing turned her head and saw what the girls were doing, frowning slightly, "What are you doing?"
One of the delicate girls smiled sweetly, "Miss Nanrong, we are here to help you bathe and change."
"I don’t need it, thank you!"
The girl said apologetically, "Miss Nanrong, sorry, this is the Master’s order, we must carry it out. Please understand." Saying this, she went to the head of the bed and untied the ropes from Nanrong Wanqing’s wrists. Then, with the help of the other girls, they lifted Nanrong Wanqing into the tub.
Nanrong Wanqing didn’t struggle or resist, letting them strip her. She knew that any defiance was futile here at the Jiang Family, where she was essentially a prisoner under house arrest, with no freedom of her own.
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