Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

Song Churan turned his back, and she saw his wound, which was even more horrifying than she had imagined.

There was a large area of bruises on his back, with the white and purple forming a sharp contrast, and many of the wounds were still bleeding brown-black blood.

Jiang Wanqing took the medicine and cotton swab and applied it to him carefully.

The moment the cold medicine touched the wound, Song Churan couldn't help but groan.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Wanqing paused and quickly took the cotton swab away from his wound.

"Or...you should call a doctor. You're seriously injured."

"No, they're just superficial injuries, just bear with it."

Song Churan's eyelashes trembled, his brows were slightly furrowed, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Go ahead. Don't worry... whether I'm in pain or not."

He turned his head slightly, and his handsome face showed a sickly paleness, without a trace of blood.

Jiang Wanqing felt sorry for him and applied the medicine more gently.

She blew cool air on his wound to relieve the pain.

Song Churan opened his lips slightly, breathing lightly, and his body trembled unconsciously.

Jiang Wanqing paused holding the cotton swab and forced herself to suppress the smile.

Wait a minute, why is his breathing so hoarse...

He is indeed a seasoned god of love.

After applying the medicine on his back, Song Churan turned around.

Compared with Gu Shiche's wild and lustful figure, Song Churan's figure appears slightly thin, belonging to the thin-muscle category.

As soon as the cotton swab touched him, he cried out in pain: "Qingqing, it hurts..."

It was the same force just now. Could it be that the chest muscles are more sensitive?

Song Churan coughed lightly a few times, his face flushed red, even the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he didn't know if it was because of a fever.

"Just like...just like before...blow it."

"Ah...breast blowing...this isn't good."

Song Churan curled his lips into a smile, took her hand and placed it on his chest, looking aggrieved and bullied.

"But Qingqing, it really hurts. Just blow on it and it will stop hurting."

"Just for a moment."

Jiang Wanqing's face turned red unnaturally, and she leaned close to it and blew on it in a daze.

“Hiss—Ah~”

(? ???w??? ?)

Song Churan had a wicked grin on his face, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"Don't make such...that...sound!"

When she heard this sound, she would think of that bastard Gu Shiche! He was also like this when he did that kind of thing...

Ah!

Jiang Wanqing stuffed the medicine into Song Churan's hand and said, "Since you have the energy to joke, you must be fine."

"Paint it yourself, what a badass!"

She turned and prepared to leave.

"Qingqing, I was wrong..."

Song Churan grabbed her hand from behind, acting like a spoiled child, and started coughing violently again, trying to stay awake.

His hand touched the wedding ring on Jiang Wanqing's ring finger, and his heart sank.

"What are you going to do next? From what I understand, your mother's treatment costs a hundred thousand a month."

"Also, I've checked with the doctor, and he says your mother's illness is incurable. She only has three months left at most."

Jiang Wanqing felt a pang of pain in her nose.

She knew it, but she couldn't accept it.

Zhou Yuhe is her only relative.

If she left, Jiang Wanqing would be the only one left on the household registration book.

If the disease really cannot be cured, Jiang Wanqing plans to take Zhou Yuhe out for a trip and do what she wants.

Jiang Wanqing took off the pigeon egg ring on her ring finger: "I plan to sell this, maybe I can get tens of thousands of dollars in exchange."

“Tens of thousands of dollars?!”

Song Churan coughed violently twice and said while covering his chest.

"This ring is called the Heart of Eternity. It set a new auction record at the Adliss auction for 1.8 million yuan! 1.8 million!"

Jiang Wanqing pouted, "Just this piece of broken stone, selling for 1.8 million? Sometimes I really don't know what you rich people are thinking."

Isn’t this a complete IQ tax?

"Well... I'll offer you eight million. You can buy it and save a small amount right away. How about that?"

After saying that, she took off her wedding ring and placed it in Song Churan's palm.

Song Churan's hands were shaking as if he was holding a hot potato, and he quickly threw it to her.

"You really know how to do business. You can get something for nothing."

"Even if you dare to sell, no one dares to buy."

No one else would dare to touch Gu Shiche's wedding ring even if they had a hundred courages.

If he gets ruthless, he can wipe out the entire Song family.

Song Churan sighed deeply and skillfully opened the safe in the closet.

He took out a bag containing several wads of cash and a bank card and handed it to her.

"There's one million in the card, take it first."

"The password is your birthday. If you need money, just let me know."

"You'll have to rely on yourself to escape from now on."

"Judging from his last escape, Gu Shiche is a lunatic. After you pick up Aunt Zhou, you must flee the capital as soon as possible."

"I'll arrange your flight and accommodation abroad. Then follow my instructions and escape."

Jiang Wanqing was a little worried about Song Churan. If Gu Shiche found out, he would definitely torture Song Churan again.

Song Churan read the doubt in her eyes and immediately comforted her.

"He's definitely keeping a close eye on me, but for my eldest brother's sake, he probably won't do anything to me."

"Qingqing, I'll come find you as soon as Gu Shiche lets down his guard!"

After saying that, Song Churan coughed violently a few times.

He was in a very bad mood, and his blood was boiling just now.

After saying these words, Song Churan's eyelids felt as if they were filled with cold lead, and he fell into a deep sleep.

......

It was already three in the morning when I walked out of the hotel.

The streets of the imperial capital were silent.

Jiang Wanqing held the bag in her arms and walked carefully on the street.

She didn't choose to drive, but took a taxi because her driving skills were really poor.

As she was standing on the roadside waiting for a bus, a white van suddenly stopped in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing a wretched fat face.

There were about three or four men in the van, all with bald heads, wearing black T-shirts and big gold chains around their necks, looking like ruffians.

"Little beauty, what are you doing outside at this hour?"

After the gangster finished speaking, he stared at her face and laughed obscenely.

He looked her up and down with a lewd look in his eyes, then smiled sinisterly.

"Come on, don't be shy, play with the brothers for a while."

"She looks so young, she's not a virgin, is she?"

Jiang Wanqing hugged the bag tightly in her arms, quickly dodged the van, and jogged forward.

But she still had an injury on her knee, and it hurt when she pulled it.

In the van, those gangsters got out with their greasy bellies and followed her slowly.

"Don't run, little beauty. You have such thin arms and legs. What if you get hurt?"

Three or four thugs followed her, each with a knife on their waist.

"Don't come over here! I...I'm going to call the police!"

She ran towards the hotel, which was the only place with people still around at that hour.

Jiang Wanqing frantically took out Gu Shiche's cell phone from her pocket.

Her cell phone had been smashed by Gu Shiche a long time ago, so when she ran away, she put his cell phone in her pocket.

"Call the police? If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!

"Let's see who comes faster, the police or my knife!"

After saying that, the thugs rushed towards her, grabbed her shoulders violently and pulled her over.

One of them snatched the phone from her hand and slammed it to the ground.

"Help! Help!"

"If you have the energy to scream for help, save it and serve us well!"

A few thugs cornered her in a dark grove.