Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

"Young...husband..."

Song Churan had a fever and his voice was hoarse. Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wanqing covered his mouth with her hand.

Jiang Wanqing could only calm herself down.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean the young lady is going to escape again? Put down the walkie-talkie."

Jiang Wanqing said coldly, raising her eyebrows domineeringly.

The bodyguard hesitated, his hand holding the walkie-talkie froze.

"Young Madam asked you to put it down, don't you understand?!"

There was an unquestionable command in her tone, and she glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes.

Although Jiang Wanqing is not the daughter of a wealthy family, she grew up in the Gu family's old house.

She had seen how Madam Gu usually scolded her servants.

She learned it very well, and the most important essence was her unreasonable arrogance.

Although the bodyguard was a little hesitant, he did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Jiang Wanqing and slowly put down the walkie-talkie on his chest.

He turned to look at Song Churan, who was covered in blood: "This man..."

"Why? Shi Che has already agreed to let me take him away. Do you have any objections?"

"Ah? The young master allows you to take this wild man away?"

"Yes! Gu Shiche said so. If you have any objections, go and talk to him."

Jiang Wanqing spoke confidently and calmly.

These people are not afraid of her, but Gu Shiche.

When Gu Shiche treated her well, these people would come up to her and try to please her.

If Gu Shiche changed his mind, she would become a bug in the gutter.

I guess it's not even as good as a bug.

As Jiang Wanqing spoke, she deliberately turned the wedding ring on her ring finger and looked at the bodyguard in front of her with displeasure.

How could the bodyguard dare to object: "Young Madam, that's not the case! How could I have any objection to Master Gu!"

If you have any opinions, you will probably be beaten to a pulp.

"now it's right."

She imitated Mrs. Gu, raised her index finger slightly, pointed at his nose and gave an order.

"Go, drive Gu Shiche's most expensive car over here. I want to take him to the hospital."

"You want to leave this villa, so...why don't I ask Mr. Gu..."

"Why are you asking? I finally managed to coax him to sleep, and you're going to make trouble again?"

Jiang Wanqing pretended to be angry and stared at him.

Suddenly, her tone changed, and she twirled her wedding ring, threatening coldly.

"You should know that Brother Shi Che hates being woken up by others when he's sleeping. If you insist on asking, I won't stop you."

"It's just that he's going to get angry, so you should think about the consequences."

It would be even more suspicious if he was kept from reporting.

Jiang Wanqing's sense of proportion was just right, completely dispelling the bodyguard's concerns.

"No, no, no, the young lady is right. I'll drive the car over to you right now."

Soon, the bodyguard drove up in a matte black La Voiture Noire two-door sports car.

This car is called the God of Night. It is limited to three units worldwide and is considered the most expensive car in the world. Two of them are in the Gu family.

"The young masters' cars are all similar, so you can just make do with this one for now, Madam."

Jiang Wanqing didn't hesitate and quickly helped Song Churan sit in the passenger seat, then she started to explore the car with her head down.

She has a driver's license, but that's about it.

Jiang Wanqing took the driving test when she was 18 years old.

But she had never touched any other car except the training car, and she hadn't driven a car for several years, so she was essentially unable to drive.

"Madam, the road is dark at night, remember to turn on the headlights."

"Oh."

Jiang Wanqing pressed the button and the wipers started working frantically.

"Madam, the headlight is here."

The bodyguard squeezed his head through the car window, turned off the wipers and turned on the headlights.

"Hey? Why isn't the car moving?"

"Madam, the accelerator is on the right, you are stepping on the brake now."

"Oh I got it."

The car still didn't move.

"Young Madam, when you step on the accelerator, you must release the brake."

The bodyguard spoke earnestly, looking at her helplessly, but what could he do, she was the young lady.

Song Churan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, held his forehead with his hand.

It would be better for him to stay in the basement and be tortured by Gu Shiche than to let her drive...

If I stay here, at least I can keep my body intact.

If Jiang Wanqing stepped on the accelerator, it would be unpredictable. He might lose some limbs or even his head would roll two miles.

boom!

The engine of the sports car roared and the car rushed out of the gate.

Damn that push-back feeling!

Song Churan grabbed the handrail, his swollen eyes widened unprecedentedly.

This was even more thrilling than the day he raced in public.

"Qingqing! Slow down! Let go of the accelerator, brake! Brake!"

Jiang Wanqing gripped the steering wheel tightly, her entire body stretched 90 degrees.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital now."

"That's not what I'm worried about right now! Ah! Step on the brakes! Quick!"

......

On the broad streets of the imperial capital, in this dark night.

You will see an ultra-luxurious matte black sports car rushing towards freedom at a speed of 15km/h.

Song Churan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, panted heavily: "Yes, that's it. Go slowly. Turn right ahead and turn on the turn signal in advance."

"Qingqing, don't worry. Let's take it slow."

Passersby riding electric scooters would turn around and take a look at this car.

Passerby: "It's a fancy gadget, but it's not as good as the electric donkey inherited from my ancestors."

The car stopped in front of a luxury hotel.

This five-star luxury hotel is owned by the Song family.

A long time ago, Song Churan would bring his girlfriends here. (One by one, the law doesn't support 1vn~)

The top floor is a suite reserved exclusively for him.

Jiang Wanqing covered Song Churan with the blanket in the car.

He was covered in blood. If he hadn't covered it up, passersby would have been scared and called the police.

Jiang Wanqing helped Song Churan to the sofa in the hotel lobby.

Song Churan took off the earring on her left ear and placed it in Jiang Wanqing's palm.

He had only one pierced ear.

The earrings are very delicate and the patterns on them are carefully designed.

"You show it to the front desk, they'll know it at a glance, and then they'll give you a room card."

Jiang Wanqing held the earring and showed it to the receptionist.

The lady at the front desk immediately understood what she meant and took out a black and gold room card from the bottom drawer and handed it to her.

The room card clearly read "Song Churan Exclusive" and the corners were a little worn.

I guess Song Churan must use this room card often.

"Thank you."

Jiang Wanqing took the room card and left.

Little did she know that when she turned her back, the people at the front desk looked at her with contempt.

"Look, here comes another one, tsk tsk tsk."

"She looks like a shrew, maybe she's trying to make money by luring rich men. She's so young, so she can do anything."

"Hey, Young Master Song hasn't brought a woman to that room for a long time. I thought he finally came to his senses."

When the elevator reached the top floor, a row of huge floor-to-ceiling windows came into view.

It is located in the best golden area of the imperial capital and enjoys the best scenery in the country.

Jiang Wanqing helped Song Churan to the bed and then prepared to leave.

She also had to rush to the hospital to pick up her mother before Gu Shiche noticed.

"Qingqing...can you do me a favor?"

Song Churan's voice was hoarse and his tone sounded extremely pitiful.

"Chu Ran, tell me what you want me to help you with."

"Help me apply the medicine. It's in the cabinet on your left."

After saying that, Song Churan sat up and took off his blood-stained shirt, revealing his scarred upper body.

His strong abdominal and pectoral muscles were covered in bloodstains, bruises and purples.

You can imagine how badly he was beaten.

Jiang Wanqing felt a little distressed, and her eyes were slightly red.

Without hesitation, she found a white medicine box from the cabinet.

Song Churan raised his eyes tiredly: "The medicine in the second layer, third row of the medicine box, is covered with white medicine."

Jiang Wanqing followed his instructions and found the bottle of medicine.

But just as he was about to apply the medicine, his hand hesitated.

"If you don't apply it for me, do you want me to do it myself?"

"But...I can't lift my hands."

Song Churan looked at her pitifully, tears in his eyes.

He was injured trying to save himself.

The action of applying medicine should be normal...don't think too much about it.