Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

When Jiang Wanqing saw Song Churan, she felt like she had seen a savior.

"Chu Ran, where is my mother? Where is she now?"

She tilted her head back, her big, wet eyes looking at him, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

The moment his eyes met hers, Song Churan felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he couldn't control the throbbing.

"Don't worry, it's safe."

He hugged Jiang Wanqing, and when he saw that she didn't push him away, he felt happy.

Looking down, he saw the injuries on Jiang Wanqing's body, especially the teeth marks and strawberry marks on her neck, which were particularly conspicuous.

Song Chuyan clenched his fists and his breathing gradually became heavier.

"Qingqing, we have already bought the plane tickets. We will go to another place to hide first. Auntie will pick us up."

He touched Jiang Wanqing's head with a doting look on his face.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Jiang Wanqing nodded obediently.

The imperial capital is the territory of the Gu family, and they are extremely powerful.

If she hides here, she will be caught by Gu Shiche sooner or later. Once caught, she dare not imagine the punishment she will face.

The two got in the car and headed straight to the airport.

Gu Shiche's car passed by them.

Jiang Wanqing's heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she saw the familiar license plate flash by through the car window.

Fortunately, he didn't notice and the car drove straight past.

But, almost at the same time, the servants in the house immediately discovered that Jiang Wanqing was missing.

Gu Shiche sat in the back seat of the car and answered the phone: "Oh, she ran away? Really?"

He sneered, his face suddenly darkening.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Shiche opened the monitoring software on his tablet.

The screen skipped the erotic scenes and moved the progress bar back. He listened to the conversation between the two people slowly and leisurely.

Next to him was Zhou Yuhe, who was sleeping soundly.

His men had discovered Song Churan's actions early on and had intercepted him back, but Song Churan still concealed the matter and tricked his baby out of the house.

Song Churan, I won't tolerate it anymore.

Afterwards, Gu Shiche made a phone call calmly.

"Imperial Capital Airport, block all the roads leading to it. Don't let them escape."

"If necessary, create a little accident and handle it cleanly."

"and many more..."

Gu Shiche paused, looked at the little face in the surveillance screen, and finally softened his heart.

"As for her life or death, it depends on my mood at that time. Don't hurt her first, I will do it myself."

"Yes." The person on the other end of the phone responded respectfully.

All of a sudden, all the forces of the Gu family in the imperial capital were mobilized, and they drove towards the airport in a huge crowd.

The Gu family in the imperial capital is not just rich; it is most appropriate to describe them as extremely powerful.

Soon, the road camera locked onto the car carrying two people, monitored it all the way and reported its whereabouts to him.

"Emperor A, a silver-grey Porsche, currently traveling east on Fushun Road, speeding 138, exceeding the speed limit."

"Mr. Gu, the personnel have been arranged."

On all roads leading to the airport, large trucks were parked across the two-lane road, completely blocking it.

The map updates the traffic jam in real time, and the road leading to the airport is covered with red stripes.

Song Churan looked at the navigation, a little confused: "It's so late at night, how can there be so many people rushing to catch a flight? It's even worse than the morning rush hour."

On the other side, Gu Shiche drove the car himself, suppressed the anger in his heart, and drove away.

He gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator, his eyes sick and dark.

"You really want to run away? You don't even want your life?"

"Jiang Wanqing, I told you countless times what would happen, but you still ran away. Don't blame me!"

The engine roared as the black car shuttled madly on the wide roads of the imperial capital.

Jiang Wanqing stared at the red route on the navigation and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"It must be Gu Shiche... It was Gu Shiche who did it. He came to arrest me."

She suddenly felt desperate, and her little face turned pale with fear.

Song Churan looked through the rearview mirror and saw a large convoy of cars catching up with them from behind.

A black car increased its speed, drove in front of Song Churan, and then slowed down to block him.

Song Churan wanted to change lanes and overtake, but there were identical black cars on the left, right and behind him, surrounding him.

Jiang Wanqing sat in the passenger seat, clutching the armrests with both hands, her face pale with fear.

This side looks very much like a car racing scene in a movie, and you only feel scared when you are there.

"Damn it." Song Churan frowned, "Qingqing, sit tight!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, the front of the car suddenly hit the rear of the car in front.

The two cars collided with a deafening noise.

The car in front slammed on its brakes, and its red brake lights flashed, like a danger signal.

Song Churan was actually increasing the horsepower and driving forward against the rear of the car in front.

"Today, no one can stop me from taking you away!"

His tone was firm, his eyes were bloodshot as he stared straight ahead, completely different from his usual nonchalant look, and he stepped on the accelerator frantically.

The car in front deviated instantly and hit the roadside railing.

The front of Song Churan's car was smashed, and the bumper rubbed against the asphalt ground, making a sharp friction sound.

This is simply suicide!

Jiang Wanqing's head buzzed and she grabbed the handrail tightly with both hands.

His sanity had collapsed, white smoke began to billow from the front hood, and he was still stepping on the accelerator.

"Song Churan, stop now! Are you trying to kill yourself?" She turned pale with fear.

Song Churan was still laughing: "No one can stop me from taking you away, including you!"

Suddenly, a car came out from the corner, but it was in the blind spot and did not see them.

At the current speed, they would definitely crash, but Song Churan had no intention of slowing down.

"Stop!"

Jiang Wanqing instinctively closed her eyes, her face pale, and she waited helplessly for the pain to happen.

"I can't stop. The brakes are failing."

Song Churan was also panicked. His palms were full of sweat as he gripped the steering wheel, and the accelerator and brake were useless.

She heard a thud and a loud noise in her ears, causing her eyes to snap open.

In a flash, the familiar car suddenly rushed out and rushed in front of them.

It’s...Gu Shiche!

Gu Shiche yanked the steering wheel, drifted, turned his head and crashed into the rear fender of their car.

Before the two could react, the car was forced to stop.

The two were so frightened that their minds went blank and they sat in the passenger seat in a daze.

Gu Shiche got out of the car, suppressing his rage.

He kicked open the rotten car door and pulled Jiang Wanqing out of the car.

"Why don't you get off yet? Are you planning to wait for the car to explode so you can commit suicide with this bastard?"

The veins on his neck bulged and he roared at her in anger.

Jiang Wanqing finally came to her senses and looked up at him.

Before she could react, Gu Shiche picked her up by the waist and ran away.

Song Churan was also carried out of the car by Gu Shiche's bodyguards.

boom--

The car of the two people just exploded, thick smoke billowed at the scene, and the burning flames illuminated the dark sky.

Gu Shiche hugged her with a cold face, and behind him was a sea of fire.