Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

Jiang Wanqing had never worn such a short skirt. Her little hands kept pulling down the hem of the skirt, and her face turned red. She felt that if she moved a little, she would be exposed.

Whenever she moved, the rabbit ears on her head would shake.

Jiang Wanqing's whole body was stiff, she stood at the door motionless, holding her skirt with both hands.

Inside the box, everyone's eyes were staring at her unscrupulously, with a disgusting look.

"Wow... Mr. Song, I've never seen this chick before! Is she new? She's so hot! Tonight, let me..."

"roll!!"

Song Churan growled, picked up an empty wine bottle, and threw it directly at the person who had just spoken wildly.

The man was immediately hit on the head and blood was flowing out. He covered his bloody head and screamed.

"Mr. Song, you actually hit me for a bitch...it hurts..."

Song Churan's tone was extremely cold, his expression was dull, and there was a hint of displeasure.

"All of you get out of here, I have something important to do."

He raised his hand and drove everyone else out of the box.

After everyone in the box had left, he beckoned to Jiang Wanqing, looking drunk.

"come over."

"Drink with me."

Jiang Wanqing was reluctant. She pulled the hem of her skirt with both hands, lowered her head, and moved slowly step by step.

Song Churan thought she was too slow, so he stretched out his long arm and pulled her to his side.

His hands were on her waist, holding her to him.

A chill spread throughout his body, he didn't know if it was the cold wind blowing in from the ventilation fan or the low pressure on his body.

Song Churan smelled strongly of alcohol. She subconsciously wrinkled her nose and tried to move away, but her body was held by him and she couldn't move.

He gulped down a glass of liquor.

The cold wine slid down my throat, and a burning pain soon spread to my stomach. This glass of wine was stronger than I had imagined.

"Jiang Wanqing, I'll give you one last chance."

"Cooperate with me to kill Gu Shiche."

"Maybe... I'll consider letting you go."

Jiang Wanqing frowned slightly: "Song Churan, I won't cooperate with you, and... I don't think you will let me go."

"From the moment you decided to kidnap me, you had no intention of letting me leave alive."

Song Churan sneered, lowered his eyes and stared at the whiskey in the exquisite glass. The glass was held in his palm, emitting a light yellow halo.

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

The wine glass shook, strong, bitter, emotionless and decadent.

"Gu Shiche will definitely come looking for me. I advise you to let me go before things get out of hand."

"Really? But... he won't come back for you."

He couldn't find it.

Song Churan's eyes were dark and gloomy, and his words were laced with a self-deprecating smile.

"He will." Jiang Wanqing looked determined.

"And you know Gu Shiche's methods. Last time you tricked me into escaping, you were beaten half to death. This time, he will directly take your life."

"Not only will he take your life, he will also bury the entire Song family with you. By then..."

When Jiang Wanqing said this, she was stunned.

She looked at Song Churan in shock: "Your goal... is to use Gu Shiche to destroy the Song family?!"

Jiang Wanqing didn't understand what deep hatred Song Churan had with her family that made him want to kill someone with someone else's knife.

Upon hearing this, Song Churan nodded slightly, with a sneer on his lips.

His fingertips picked up the hair that was scattered on Jiang Wanqing's shoulders, wrapped it around his fingertips, and smiled.

"Qingqing, you are smarter than I thought."

"It's a pity that we are not in the same camp."

"We can only be enemies, not friends."

He leaned closer, sniffed the fragrance of Jiang Wanqing's hair, and took a deep breath.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the air around her.

Jiang Wanqing, suppressing the discomfort in her stomach, bit her lower lip tightly to prevent any sound from escaping her throat, and tried to move away from him without making a sound.

Seeing her hiding from him, Song Churan's pupils became even colder.

He pinched his brows, then knocked his knuckles on the table a few times.

His tone was filled with an unquestionable command: "Come here and kiss me!"

"I do not want!"

"No? I saw you kissing him in the basement that day. It was a very passionate kiss, wasn't it? Why are you pretending to be so noble in front of me?!"

"Song Churan! Let me go! You bastard!"

"Didn't you say I was a beast and a bastard? Then I'll be a bastard for you right now!"

Song Churan pulled her wrist hard, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her arm.

His skin became hot due to drinking strong liquor, which made Jiang Wanqing's heart tremble.

Suddenly she felt a weight in front of her.

Song Churan's face was so close that she could even feel his fine eyelashes brushing against her skin.

Jiang Wanqing raised her hands vigorously.

"Snapped!"

She slapped Song Churan in the face.

The air in the box froze instantly.

Song Churan was a little stunned. He stared at her expressionlessly, his eyes darkening, and finally he slowly let go of her.

While he was still in a daze, Jiang Wanqing quickly stood up, rubbed her wrist, took several steps back, and hid in the corner of the box.

Song Churan turned his head gloomily and pursed his lips: "You hit me?"

"Qingqing, how dare you hit me?"

Jiang Wanqing's body was shaking with fear, and her nose felt sore, but she looked at him stubbornly without fear of death.

He stood up from the sofa and gradually approached Jiang Wanqing in the corner. Then he grabbed the hand that had slapped him and put it on his face.

Her little hands were still shaking at this moment.

"Well played."

He took her hand and patted her face gently a few times.

"Come on, keep fighting."

"Your force wasn't enough just now, hit me harder!"

"Didn't Gu Shiche give you food?! Keep fighting!"

Jiang Wanqing was frightened by his crazy look and backed away towards the wall while crying.

He looked at her with an increasingly thoughtful look.

"Jiang Wanqing, you just need to be taught a lesson."

Song Churan shouted at the door: "Ayu, come in."

The beautiful woman who had led the way just now carefully opened the door and said softly and coquettishly to Song Churan: "Mr. Song, are you done having fun?"

She carefully glanced at Jiang Wanqing, who was crying in the corner.

A trace of heartache flashed in Ayu's eyes.

But she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw that Jiang Wanqing's clothes were still neatly on her body.

"Take her to Box 203 on the second floor and serve the customers there well."

Song Churan had a cold aura around him, and his anger was still lingering as he spoke.

"Okay, okay, I'll take her there later."

"Take her now."

"Mr. Song, look at this little girl's face. It's all red from crying. It would be annoying for customers to see her. I'll take her to touch up her makeup first."

Ayu came forward, held Jiang Wanqing's hand, and walked out behind her.

As soon as they reached the corridor, Ayu took out a silk handkerchief from her exquisite little bag and carefully wiped the tear marks on her face.

"I heard Young Master Song call you Qingqing, right?"

"Yeah." Jiang Wanqing nodded while crying.

"I say, you are really stubborn, little girl. You dare to raise your hand and slap him in a place like this." Ayu giggled.

"He's a hooligan!"

"This place is full of hooligans! Only hooligans would come here, and the one you hit was the leader of the hooligans."

Ayu was just lying at the door and overheard some of the conversation between the two.

Jiang Wanqing could feel Ayu's love for her, and she wanted to try to beg for mercy again.

"Sister Ayu, please let me go! I beg you!"

Ayu sighed deeply, looked at her helplessly, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.