The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 153 - : 153: Kidnapped Ah Fang Turns Out to Be a Drama Queen (First Update

Chapter 153: 153: Kidnapped Ah Fang Turns Out to Be a Drama Queen (First Update

It was indeed premeditated, otherwise, the transfer couldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Xue Baoyi couldn’t figure out one thing, “How did these kidnappers know you’d bring Zhou Xufang to the premiere today?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t respond, gazing at the frozen surveillance footage on the computer screen, lost in thought.

“There must be an insider,” Ah Wan said angrily. “Only someone from the inside would know the guest list.”

An insider?

Xue Baoyi’s mind hit a snag.

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“The blood is fake,”

Jiang Zhi suddenly interjected.

Xue Baoyi’s already snagged mind, snagged again, “What?”

Isn’t this a kidnapping for ransom?

So complicated.

“This isn’t her blood,” Jiang Zhi said, stretching out his hand to point at the screen.

When she was lifted onto the ambulance, her wrist was exposed, clean and unharmed, meaning the blood on the back of her hand and palm had been splashed on directly.

Xue Baoyi stared at the screen for a long while, unable to detect anything, but if Jiang Zhi said it was fake, then it must be; he guessed, “It must be a ruse to move her out, a false scene purposely created. It’s good she isn’t hurt. At least it means she’s safe.”

It was a relief that the blood was fake, otherwise… that amount of blood… might be enough to fabricate a motive for Jiang Zhi to commit murder and arson.

Actually, to be honest, compared to Zhou Xufang, Xue Baoyi was more worried about Jiang Zhi. Kidnapping or extortion aside, there were ways to resolve those, but if Jiang Zhi decided to be ruthless, it would definitely be a disaster.

Xue Baoyi comforted him, “Don’t worry too much. It’s probably just about the money.”

Jiang Zhi lifted his eyes, his gaze chilling.

“Don’t worry too much?” He laughed incredulously, a frost-crafted pattern solidified in his eyes, unleashing a fierce aura as he said, “I already feel like killing someone.”

Xue Baoyi: “…”

Though none of them were benevolent, murder and arson were not on their to-do list.

No, he had to intervene, he couldn’t let his brother go down a dark path, “Bro, think about Zhou Xufang. She is an upright girl, don’t do anything rash!”

Jiang Zhi was unimpressed.

If he was going to act rashly, why would he let Zhou Xufang know? He had a thousand ways to create chaos without being caught, ten thousand methods to exact revenge without leaving a trace. And it wasn’t about daring to act rashly. There was nothing he didn’t dare to do. Who was he afraid of?

There was just one person he feared.

That girl, who liked good people.

Forget it, he wouldn’t act rashly, at least not for now. He had to wait for news about Zhou Xufang first. Whether he would unleash a massacre or cause a minor stir depended on whether she was hurt badly or left unscathed.

He then instructed Ah Wan, “Get rid of those security guards first, don’t let them appear before me again.” Otherwise, he would retaliate, he would break the law; Zhou Xufang wouldn’t like that, he needed to control himself.

Ah Wan let out a breath of relief and quickly nodded.

It was good that the blood was fake, otherwise, he really worried those security guards might have an ‘accidental’ encounter with a vehicle on the road, ending up dead or crippled.

And this wasn’t without precedent. Ah Wan had heard that the boss had once kept an orange cat named Luo Si which was killed, and afterward, someone got tormented half to death by the boss.

Mr. Xue said that at the time, the boss was only a teenager.

If this was over a cat, now it was his “heart’s flesh” at stake, he didn’t dare think of the consequences if anything went seriously wrong.

This world, truly is dark, especially the world of the wealthy.

Anyway, Ah Wan wasn’t too worried about Miss Zhou since she was a professional errand runner. He had a feeling that Miss Zhou was definitely someone who could fight back when cornered. He was more worried about his boss, who seemed exactly the sort to accidentally kill someone while causing trouble.

“Most likely it’s kidnapping for ransom,” Xue Baoyi asked, “Should we call the police?”

Jiang Zhi did not even consider it, “No police.”

Xue Baoyi was not reassured, “We should still call them. I’m worried you might do something illegal and disorderly.”

Ah Wan, on the side, nodded along, totally agreeing!

Jiang Zhi’s eyes were downcast, masking the murky coldness within, “Even if I did something illegal and disorderly, do you think I’d be foolish enough to leave behind evidence?”

Xue Baoyi: “…” Among their group, Jiang Zhi was truly the most ruthless.

Ah Wan: “…” See, I guessed all right. This is the guy who isn’t afraid to cause fatal trouble!

Jiang Zhi’s tone was firm, non-negotiable, “No calling the police. Reporting it would not be to Zhou Xu’s advantage. I only want her to be safe and sound. Whether the kidnappers are captured or escape, I don’t care.”

He only cared about Zhou Xu, so if circumstances were dire, he wouldn’t mind resorting to any means necessary.

He also was well aware that Zhou Xu was no ordinary person. She had plenty of ability to protect herself and enough reason and vigilance not to be bested by a few kidnappers, let alone a truckload of them. He should have been calm, not still so unsettled and anxious, but he couldn’t stop the cold sweat in his palms.

He was truly afraid, afraid of what might happen.

Really, when it came to matters concerning Zhou Xu, he was utterly vulnerable.

He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone to compose an email.

The business inbox of the professional errand runner Z was always managed by Shuangjiang. She was responsible for filtering assignment requests and contacting the employers before handing them over to Zhou Xu to execute.

He sent the employment request directly to Shuangjiang.

“I am Jiang Zhi.”

The email contained two sentences, and here’s the other, “Do you accept a private commission?”

Within minutes, Shuangjiang replied to the email.

“Is this concerning Zhou Xu?”

Jiang Zhi: “Yes.”

Shuangjiang replied instantly, “Accepted.”

By nine forty, the opera house had pretty much cleared out, because the power outage meant Director Feng’s film premiere was a washout and had to be postponed for further discussion.

Moreover, the premiere ended up being very unpleasant. Everyone who came, whether journalists, fans, or producers and investors, had to undergo individual ‘interrogations’. And do you know what the most ludicrous part was? The young master of the Jiang Family detained people, with the excuse that his girlfriend’s earring was lost! And he warned that if anyone dared to speak out about today’s events at the opera house, he would pursue the matter privately.

Damn abuse of power!

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As if the Jiang Family’s young master is so great, huh?! Can the Jiang Family’s young master just do whatever he pleases?! The answer is—Yes. Disappointing, isn’t it? But that’s just the way the world works, the rich and powerful call the shots. If you’re still clinging to the nice stuff, sorry, it’s not necessarily because your world is nice, maybe just because you’re not significant enough to reach the darkness.

Enough of this dark view; it’s getting a bit sad. Let’s drop it. Scriptwriter Liu saw a familiar face: “Zhang Cehua.”

Zhang Zixi looked back.

She was the main planner of this premiere event, having returned from abroad not long ago, and had taken a position as the chief planner at a very famous event planning company in the industry as soon as she got back.

Scriptwriter Liu was a kind-hearted middle-aged married man and very enthusiastic, “Why haven’t you left yet? Do you want me to give you a lift?”

Zhang Zixi, holding her handbag and waiting at the stairs on the first floor, smiled and declined the offer, “No need, I have arranged to meet with Director Feng, to discuss the reorganization of the premiere event.”

The planner was very fond of smiling, she was a very likable girl.

Every time he saw such gentle, beautiful, and capable girls, Scriptwriter Liu greatly regretted having poor judgment and marrying too early. He waved his hand, ready to go home and cook for his wife, “Then I’ll take my leave.”

Zhang Zixi nodded, “Take care.”

10:24 p.m.

Zhou Xufang didn’t know how long the sedative’s effects would last, but after she was smothered with a cloth soaked in sedative over her mouth and nose, she fainted for two or three minutes. Thinking it over, she still turned over and opened her eyes.

As she opened her eyes, her mentality collapsed a bit; she was locked in a cage made of rebar steel, with a door on one side wrapped with iron chains as thick as an arm, and three padlocks securing it. Above her was a rain shed, and as she looked around, she saw walls on all sides, with straw beneath her feet.

If she wasn’t wrong, this place was—a pigsty.

Ah, how uncomfortable!

“Awake?”

Zhou Xufang looked up, caught a glimpse, and then shyly avoided eye contact.

Six men, all wearing masks and hats. The tallest one and the one with a crew cut—it was these two who had carried her onto the ambulance. The crew-cut called the tallest one Third Young Master, and the tallest one called the crew-cut Ah Wang.

This Third Young Master must be their leader.

Zhou Xufang revealed a fearful expression, “Who are you?”

Hong San squatted down, looking at Zhou Xufang in the cage. His face was large, the mask covering only half, with thick eyebrows and triangular eyes, and a very flat nose, “Can’t tell?”

It was clear.

The kidnapper’s boss!

Zhou Xufang, filled with terror, backed into the far side of the cage, her hands gripping the steel bars, “Are you after money?” she asked timidly, eyeing Hong San’s arm resting on the cage.

She recognized the tattoo.

Hong San was satisfied with her frightened but unresisting demeanor, “Quite smart.” He scrutinized the ‘trembling’ young woman inside from beyond the steel bars of the cage, “We just need some money, and as it happens, your wealthy boyfriend has made your relationship public. He turned you into a fat sheep; it wouldn’t be excessive for us to slaughter you, would it?”

There were so many rich people, why Jiang Zhi?

If she were in need of money, she would target the nouveaux riches without power rather than the powerful and wealthy Jiang Family. In the Imperial City, the most untouchable were the Four Great Families, with the Jiang Family at their head.

So, the criminals who kidnapped her were either stupid or too clever.

Zhou Xufang felt they were not stupid; thus, she had to struggle to act very frightened, very terrified. She wasn’t good at acting, so she tried her best to not look at the kidnappers, behaving like a trembling and cowering turtle.

As she shrank back, she saw blood on her body and then, as if she had received a huge shock, she let out an ‘Ah’.

Hong San was even more satisfied, thinking this girl must have been pampered and sheltered all her life, easy to handle.

“The blood is fake, you’re a money tree. Rest assured, we won’t cut off our own wealth. As long as you obey, don’t run or cause trouble, we won’t make things hard for you. Once your famous director boyfriend delivers the money, you’ll be released immediately. However,” he drew out the last word, his pupils shining, wholly sinister, “if you dare scheme anything, and if we don’t get the money, then don’t expect to go back unharmed.”

Zhou Xufang immediately hugged her knees and shrank back, her voice weak, “Then don’t hurt me and don’t hit me. I won’t run away. My boyfriend is rich, he can pay whatever you ask for.”

Hong San pulled on the cage’s chain, the metal clanking against itself with a loud clang, “I just love you rich but foolish types.”

You’re the fool!

Zhou Xufang curled up inside the cage, like a fragile and innocent little white flower that had been ravaged by a storm, “Can I call him now? I’ll tell him not to call the police and to bring the money over quickly.” She sniffled, “I want to go home…”

A few days ago, she had read a novel. The title was “I’m a Delicate Flower, You Must Cherish Me!” The heroine in the story was a little white flower that evoked sympathy, always speaking in reduplicated words.

Eat meal-meal.

Want hug-hug.

Go home-home…

Hmm, things like that. Zhou Xufang had a good memory, and she remembered them all.

Rough men like Hong San felt a sense of accomplishment when they saw a young girl about to cry, and while he had intended to scare her a bit more, seeing the hostage so obedient made his job easier.

“You are the most compliant hostage I’ve ever seen.” Hong San took out a cell phone from his pocket, Zhou Xufang’s phone, turned it on, and scrolled through the contact list. He couldn’t find Jiang Zhi and became impatient, “Which one is he?”

Zhou Xufang replied softly, “The World’s Most Beautiful Beauty.”

…

This young master of the Jiang Family sure has unique tastes.

Hong San found the number, and looking down at the frightened girl in the cage, he warned, “If you dare to play any tricks, I’ll kill you immediately.”

Zhou Xufang, terrified, whispered, “I wouldn’t dare dare…”

Hong San dialed the number labeled “The World’s Most Beautiful Beauty.” The phone rang once before connecting.

The voice on the other end called out urgently, “Xufang.”

In the abandoned pigsty, a single lightbulb had been hung temporarily. Two metal barrels that usually contained diesel were next to the pig cage, and they were filled with burning wood, sending out strong flames. The yellow firelight cast a harsh glow on half of Hong San’s face, his eyes sharp like a night-hunting eagle.

He asked, “Is this Director Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi, with a low voice, tried to control his anxiety and anger, the calm before the storm, “It’s me.”

Hong San picked up a wooden club from the ground and deliberately hit the cage hard, “Your girlfriend has disappeared; aren’t you worried?”

Jiang Zhi exhaled deeply, struggling to suppress the rage in his chest, his voice hoarse, “Put her on the phone. I need to confirm she’s safe first.”

Hong San first glanced at the call timer, then switched to speakerphone and laid the phone across the top of the cage.

Zhou Xufang in the cage lifted her head, slowly, slowly inching towards the phone, stretched her neck towards the device, and plaintively cried out, “Jiang Zhi…”

Jiang Zhi was urgent, his voice tense and slightly trembling, asked her, “Are you hurt?”

Zhou Xufang, “No.”

Jiang Zhi let out a sigh of relief, his pace of speech slowing down, “Did they hit you?”

Zhou Xufang, “They didn’t hit me.”

He paused for a few seconds, then asked, “Have they not given you any food?”

Zhou Xufang glanced at the menacing men, then shrank her neck, a look of both misery and fear, and said, “I haven’t eaten meal-meal yet…”