Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

Her unique fragrance still lingered in the dim cleaning room.

What about people?

Gu Shiche bent down, picked up the phone with the lit screen, and his pupils dilated.

These two people disappeared from the face of the earth in a very short time.

She disappeared.

......

Jiang Wanqing opened her eyes again, feeling dazed.

She was tied to a chair, her whole body tense.

Jiang Wanqing looked around and saw a basement with walls on all sides and only one iron door.

There was only a small light bulb above my head, emitting a light weaker than my breath.

"woke up?"

Song Churan walked out of the darkness, dragging a chair in his hand, and pulled it over to sit face to face with her.

"......" Jiang Wanqing lowered her head and stared at him coldly without saying a word.

"Huh? Qingqing, why isn't she talking? Are you scared?"

Song Churan leaned close to her and rubbed her cheek with the side of his face, like a kitten begging its owner to touch its head.

"If you had agreed to my request at that time, you wouldn't have been imprisoned. What do you think? Do you regret it?"

Jiang Wanqing subconsciously tried to dodge, but the man pinched her chin.

He raised his hand, placed it on the side of her face, and gently stroked it back and forth with his fingertips.

Jiang Wanqing just felt disgusted and turned her head away from his hand.

"Are you so reluctant to be touched by me?"

Song Churan sneered, stretched out a pair of big hands, and pinched her neck fiercely.

Jiang Wanqing's face turned red from being pinched, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

Her red lips opened slightly, but she couldn't breathe into her lungs, and her hands could only hold the hemp rope tightly.

Song Churan's grip on his neck became heavier and heavier, and the force he applied became stronger and stronger.

"What am I to you? What am I!"

"How am I inferior to Gu Shiche? You've been waiting for him for years, but you're not even willing to look at me?!"

"Tell me! Have you ever had any feelings for me? Have you ever been attracted to me?"

"If you really didn't fall in love with me, why did you rescue me from Gu Shiche's secret room that night?"

"Now that I'm in love, you're going to be with Gu Shiche again? Qingqing, what do you think of me?!"

Jiang Wanqing was being strangled and was almost suffocating.

She shook her head desperately and uttered a few words with difficulty: "I...never...liked you."

"At least...Gu Shiche won't use...a woman for revenge. You...are a coward."

After saying that, Song Churan finally let go of Jiang Wanqing's neck.

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at her who was gasping for breath and laughed at himself.

"coward?"

"I'm a coward..."

He rested his hands on the edge of the chair, his upper body hanging in front of her, and smiled with his eyes closed.

He chuckled a few times, but then stopped laughing suddenly, like a madman.

Song Churan took out a piece of whip and played with it in his hand.

He walked behind Jiang Wanqing and slowly slid the end of the whip across her skin.

"I'm a coward?"

The cold touch scared Jiang Wanqing so much that her body trembled violently and goose bumps appeared instantly.

"Are you scared? Then beg me, tell me you were wrong, tell me you love me!"

She bit her lower lip hard.

Seeing that Jiang Wanqing didn't say anything, his expressionless face became even colder.

The next second, Song Churan slapped her hard on the back.

The back of the chair blocked most of the impact, but the whip still hit her butterfly bone, leaving an immediate bloody mark.

"Ah!" Jiang Wanqing screamed, her face turning pale.

The bright red blood spread across her white T-shirt.

"Beg me, say you are wrong, say you love me!" Song Churan's eyes were bloodshot, and the hand holding the whip was shaking.

Gu Shiche had never hit her. At most, he was a little rough when doing that kind of thing, but he would never hit her like this.

Her nose felt sore and she shook her head frantically.

"Speak!" Song Churan yelled at her with a whip in his hand.

His voice was extremely cold, like a devil crawling out of hell.

Jiang Wanqing bit her lower lip so hard that it turned white.

She slowly turned her head and glared at him coldly.

"I was wrong. You are not a coward."

Song Churan sneered and put down the whip.

"You're a coward, a beast worse than pigs and dogs! Are you worthy enough to compete with Gu Shiche? Pah!"

Song Churan looked at her with a smile and threw the bloody whip aside.

He leaned over and pinched Jiang Wanqing's chin hard: "I am a beast?"

He tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "Then let me show you what a real beast looks like?"

Song Churan sneered arrogantly.

"Jiang Wanqing, I asked you to be my girlfriend before, but you didn't agree after pursuing me for two years. Now I want you to recognize your own identity."

"In the corner where Gu Shiche can't find you, without me, you are just a rat in the gutter."

"No matter what country you are in, there are some...gray areas."

"It's not uncommon for tourists to disappear and be targeted by local extremist groups."

He opened the iron gate and saw three tall bodyguards in black standing at the door.

Song Churan slowly raised his hand: "Come here, take her to the local nightclub and make sure she sees with her own eyes... what life in hell is like."

Jiang Wanqing clenched her fists tightly, and a strong sense of powerlessness suddenly surged in her heart.

Soon, she was taken to a secret place.

On the surface, it is a proper private club, but in reality, it is a sleepless night of red-light district.

Three bodyguards escorted her into a room where a beautiful woman was sitting and smoking.

"Hey~ Mr. Song has personally delivered the new goods?" She held a cigarette in her hand, puffing away smoke and speaking fluent Mandarin.

The woman was a little older and looked mixed-race. She had big dark brown wavy hair and was wearing a red strapless miniskirt. She was extremely beautiful and charming.

Just based on being in the white world, Song Churan cannot compare to Gu Shiche.

Besides, the Song family already has an older brother, so the inheritance rights of the group will not fall to him, an illegitimate child.

So he had evil intentions and embezzled the family's money to start a gray industry abroad.

The charming woman stood up and blew a puff of smoke towards Jiang Wanqing's face.

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Wanqing couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes and kept coughing.

"Haha, you're still a pure little white rabbit." The charming woman curled her red lips, raised her eyebrows slightly, and playfully lifted Jiang Wanqing's chin with her fingertips.

"She's good-looking, and has a great figure. Customers will probably like her."

The bodyguard spoke at this moment: "Mr. Song said..."

He leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered something to her.

The charming woman's face darkened and she stubbed out her cigarette in displeasure: "What does he think I am? This is a place for business, not a place for him to scare people!"

The bodyguard pulled a large wad of bills from his pocket and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

The beautiful woman sighed softly, slowly took the banknotes, and laughed.

"Okay, since Young Master Song has spoken, I will discipline her."