Mr. Mo, your wife has given birth to triplets again.

Rongcheng

In a remote demolished house in the western suburbs.

Mu Qianqian was tied up and lying in the demolished house with scars all over her body.

As soon as she walked out of the He Group, she was stopped by a group of thugs.

Before she could react and call the police, a smelly handkerchief covered her mouth and nose.

The moment she fainted, she heard a familiar name.

"He Yizhou said to tie up this woman and throw her off the cliff by the sea at night. Mr. He's first love is back, so he must throw this woman away."

When she woke up from her coma, she found herself tied up and thrown into a demolished house.

Thinking back to what the gangster said before he fell into a coma, she felt very sad.

He Yizhuo, your first love is back, can't you tolerate me?

Two lines of clear tears flowed down like broken pearls.

Looking back on the three years of their marriage, He Yizhuo had always been lukewarm towards her.

She always knew that he had a first love in his heart, and that woman left him and went abroad when He Yizhuo's business failed.

Over the years, she felt sorry for He Yizhuo, obeyed him in everything, and took care of him like a child.

In business, she used her connections, accompanied him to social events every day, and helped him revive his business. The company went public and became the He Group.

But He Yizhou was still lukewarm towards her.

Three days ago, when she saw in the news that "International actress Yu Manman has returned, and her boyfriend showed up at the airport to pick her up, suggesting they are getting married soon," she knew that her marriage to He Yizhuo was going to have problems.

Because she was so familiar with the back of the man in the news, and that suit was the one she picked out for He Yizhuo that morning, and it was the only one in Rongcheng.

At that time, she suppressed her inner uneasiness and did not ask any further questions or cry, because she knew that He Yizhuo hated women who acted like that.

When He Yizhuo returned home in the evening, he saw her lying on the sofa with no expression or guilt on her face.

He just told her to run water for him to take a bath.

When she stood up from the sofa, Mu Qianqian smelled a perfume that didn't belong to her.

Restraining the discomfort in her heart, she obediently went to run the bath water.

That night, He Yizhou no longer hugged her to sleep like he used to, nor did he communicate with her. He just fell asleep directly.

Today she received a call from He Yizhuo, saying that there was a problem with a detail in the group project and she was asked to go to the group to make modifications.

When she arrived at President He Yizhuo's office, He Yizhuo was processing documents on the computer. He didn't greet her or say anything, but just took out the document and handed it to her.

After Mu Qianqian finished revising the details, He Yizhuo threw a document to her with a "bang".

The words "divorce agreement" suddenly appeared in Mu Qianqian's pupils.

"Manman is back, you should know this, right? I want to divorce you and give her an explanation."

"Can we not get a divorce, husband?"

"Do you think you can? There's no love between us, and divorce will be a relief for you. I won't treat you unfairly. The compensation is in the agreement. Take a look at it yourself. Sign it and move out of the house."

Mu Qianqian listened to the cold voice numbly.

She picked up a pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement.

She left the group in a daze and was kidnapped.

A slight pain in her ankle made Mu Qianqian recall her memories.

She looked around for a chance to escape.

In the room, a rusty knife caught Mu Qianqian's attention.

She moved her body with difficulty, and used her feet to hook the rusty knife in front of her.

She pressed her body against the knife, grinding against the ropes that bound her.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sky began to darken, and night was coming.

At this moment, she hoped that a passerby would come into the house and rescue her.

But there was silence inside and outside the house. It seemed as if God was deliberately making things difficult for her, wanting her to obey the gangsters' wishes and throw her off the cliff to die.

Soon, she felt the ropes binding her loosen and her hands were freed.

The rusty knife did the trick, and the ropes binding her broke.

She was overjoyed and quickly untied the other ropes on her body.

His entire body was bruised from the ropes, and waves of pain came over him.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she slowly stood up and stumbled towards the door.

Perhaps the hooligans were careless, or perhaps they thought she was tied up and had no chance to escape, or perhaps God began to have mercy on her, and the door was actually open.

She stumbled out of the room with difficulty and fled towards the light.

Along the way, I didn't see a single person, not even the hooligans.

She let out a long sigh and continued to move forward with difficulty.

There was a road ahead and she saw hope.

When I walked to the side of the road, I only heard the occasional wild cat meowing, and then it quickly disappeared.

She was tired and stopped to slow down.

The words of those gangsters came to my mind, and a trace of sadness welled up in my heart.

Three years of marriage could not withstand the return of his first love.

In the distance, a beam of light from a car headlight shone over.

She raised her hands and waved desperately, hoping the car would stop and save her.

With a "squeak", the car braked suddenly and stopped in front of her.

Through the light of the street lamp, she could clearly see the handsome face in the car.

The driver opened the door and walked up to her.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

With tears in her eyes, she nodded desperately.

The driver looked at the bruises all over his body, his messy hair, the tears in his eyes, and sighed.

This girl must have been abused.

The driver returned to the car and spoke in a low voice to the man in the car.

After a few minutes, the driver came over and helped her into the car.

In the back seat, a man with a cold and handsome face, luxurious clothes and an extremely noble temperament glanced at her indifferently.

"Sir, thank you for saving me. I was kidnapped here and finally escaped. Please take me to the police station. Thank you."

"Do you have evidence that he was kidnapped?"

"I don't."

"Why are you going to the police station without any evidence? They won't even accept your report. Let me take you to the hospital!"

The man spoke in a cold tone, his face expressionless.

"Thank you, sir."

The man stopped talking and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

The driver started the engine and left quickly.

South China Private Hospital

The man asked the driver to help Mu Qianqian into the emergency room.

When the doctor saw the man, he greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Mo, this young lady's injuries are mostly external, but she has two broken ribs and needs to be hospitalized."

"Then arrange a ward for her and give her proper treatment."

"Okay, Mr. Mo."

The man turned around and asked Mu Qianqian.

"What's your name? Do you need to notify your family?"

Mu Qianqian shook her head.

She didn't dare to inform He Yizhuo, but apart from him, she also didn't dare to inform her family far away in Country A.

"Do you have any money on you?"

"I have a card, but I can't access the money in it?"

"why?"

The man's tone remained cold.

"I'm married, and my husband wants to divorce me to marry his first love. He also ordered today's kidnapping, so I can't use the money on the card. I can't let him know I'm still alive."

"Can you help me? Once I settle down, I will definitely return the money to you."

Mo Tingye looked at the woman's charming face, with lines of tears on it, and nodded involuntarily.

VIP ward

Mo Tingye thought for a moment and said to Mu Qianqian.

"In your current situation, there's no need to stay in Rongcheng. When you're healed, come with me to Country C! I'll give you a job that will support you. Are you willing?"

A glimmer of hope ignited in Mu Qianqian's tearful eyes.

Now that they are divorced, He Yizhuo is still hunting her down. It is indeed very dangerous for her to stay in Rongcheng.

In order to survive, she had no choice.

"I am willing."

"Okay, my name is Mo Tingye, the president of Royal Group. What's yours?"

"Mu Qianqian."

"Okay, I'll pick you up in a week."

Mo Tingye stopped talking and walked out of the ward.