How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

The old woman whispered a few words in Zheng's ear, making his face grow increasingly grim.

How long will it take for the doctor to arrive?

"It will take at least half an hour."

Comprador Zheng was furious, complaining for the first time that his own estate was built too far away. Leaving aside the distance, it was simply impossible to get a doctor to rush over right now.

Enraged, Zheng, the comprador, smashed a pile of porcelain shards on the ground.

"Is there really no other way?"

The old woman looked distressed and finally shook her head.

Zheng, the comprador, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes filled with a fierce glint. "Miss Lü, are you saying that it was Young Master Guo who brought Peilan back?"

Qingru's heart skipped a beat; she had a feeling that Zheng, the comprador, had some ulterior motive.

"These are the words of the driver. Whether they are true or false, why don't you just ask the people who went to Jin Anna today?"

"Where is Young Master Guo now?"

"do not know."

“You…” Zheng’s eyes were bloodshot, and his anger was almost palpable.

"Hmph, isn't it just that she's afraid Pei Lan will steal Young Master Guo's favor? Don't worry, as long as Young Master Guo marries Pei Lan, with her magnanimity, she can even take you as a concubine."

Qingru was so angry she almost laughed. "Master Zheng, you're being ridiculous! Do you really think you're in charge of the entire Sifang City?"

Comprador Zheng snorted coldly and remained silent. "Grab her and throw her in the backyard. Tell everyone she was left behind by the young lady."

Qingru exclaimed in shock, "Let me go! How dare you!"

Zheng, the comprador, didn't even glance at it and hurried upstairs.

The servants of the Zheng family immediately gagged them, tied their hands and feet, and bound Qingru and Songfu tightly before throwing them into the woodshed.

The woodshed was cold and dark, and even the moon in the sky seemed to conspire against it. A thin crescent moon cast its light on the ground without catching a glimpse.

"Mmm..." Qingru struggled, her mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth, her hands tied behind her back, and her feet tightly bound with cloth, which wouldn't come off no matter how she rubbed.

Song Fu lay motionless, also searching for a solution.

Unlike Qingru's struggle, Song Fu had learned how to tie people up, so he broke free faster than Qingru.

The method of binding someone with cloth is usually a family rule, to prevent them from escaping, but also to avoid leaving marks on their body. This kind of binding cannot be removed by simply rubbing with your feet; you need to find a fulcrum, use force to hook the cloth, and then break free in the opposite direction.

With his mouth stuffed up, Song Fu couldn't remind Qingru, and could only move to one side with difficulty, like an insect.

Luckily, this is a woodshed, where the haphazardly placed firewood can catch the scraps of cloth.

With tremendous effort, Song Fu braced his hands behind his back against the ground and tried to lift his feet to hang the firewood.

Even though Song Fu had practiced, this posture was still quite torturous. Song Fu's veins bulged, and he was sweating profusely as if he were sitting on a tiger bench, straining to lift his legs.

Stretching the tendons in his thighs to their limit, Song Fu finally managed to hook the end of the cloth after several attempts.

They couldn't relax yet; if they did, the noise they made would alert the guards outside.

Song Fu was drenched in sweat. After the cloth was caught on the firewood and tied tightly, he struggled to free himself with one foot.

The cloth was wrapped so tightly that when Song Fu broke free, it felt like his bones were broken and his flesh was almost embedded in the cloth.

"Well…"

A scream caught in his throat, but Song Fu finally managed to free one foot.

His right foot trembled uncontrollably, and Song Fu gasped for breath, trying to catch his strength.

Qingru understood Song Fu's actions and quickly moved over, using her own twisted fingers to free Song Fu's remaining foot.

Her hands were also tightly bound, and only a few fingers could move.

But there was no time to worry about that now; who knew what Zheng, the comprador, would do to protect his daughter's reputation?

Qingru finally managed to free Song Fu's feet from the restraints.

Song Fu, without taking a breather, quickly stood up and quietly groped around the room.

Fortunately, Zheng's decision to throw them into the woodshed was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, and Song Fu actually managed to get his hands on a wood-chopping knife.

He brought the rope in his hand over and cut it in a few strokes.

Song Fu quickly untied the ropes binding his hands and pulled the rag out of his mouth.

Hurry up and untie Qingru as well.

Song Fu whispered in Qingru's ear, "Miss, Master is still in the banquet hall, what do you say..."

Qingru hesitated. If she ran away, would it affect her father?

However, Qingru hesitated for only a moment before making a decision.

“Let’s go out first. At least my father is in the banquet hall, and Comprador Zheng won’t do anything in public.”

Song Fu nodded. He was afraid that Qingru would be foolish enough to surrender because of her concern for Lü's father.

"There's a window over there, let's run from there."

"it is good!"

...

The slight sound of the window being pushed open startled the guards outside.

"Who?"

Two guards rushed in immediately and, seeing the pile of rags on the ground, realized that the person had escaped.

"Quickly, chase after them! Tell the master they've escaped!"

One of the two guards went to report the news, while the other chased after the open window.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Qingru and Song Fucai pushed aside the firewood covering them and hurried outside.

Last time I came, Qingru only walked around the front yard and didn't know what the back yard was like.

In a Western-style manor, the plants are arranged in symmetrical geometric patterns.

"Climb over the wall."

Qingru and Song Fu thought of this almost at the same time.

So he immediately ran towards the side where he could hear the sound of water.

The Mi River flows right outside the Zheng Family Manor, and no one knows this better than Qingru.

The two of them ran to the wall in a disheveled state, only three or four meters away.

"Ow..."

It's a dog!

To their horror, the two discovered that the barking of dogs could be heard all around them, and just by the sound, they knew that these were definitely not gentle dogs.

"Run!"

No matter how fast the two of them were, they couldn't outrun a well-trained Belgian Malinois.

"Hah..." Four or five dogs surrounded the two people, each about half a person's height.

The dog's mouth was dripping with saliva, and its eyes were fierce, as if it would tear the two people to shreds at any moment.

Qingru pulled Song Fu back step by step, their hands not empty either.

One man held a machete, while the other stood guard with a wooden stick.

But the barking quickly attracted other people.

"it's here."

"Bang~"

Qingru and Song Fu exchanged a startled glance.

There's a gun!

They must be killed.

Despite their fear and apprehension, He Qingru and Song Fu showed no sign of yielding.

The two men had simply done a good deed by bringing Zheng Peilan back. It was Zheng the comprador who wanted to kill them without even knowing the facts; even if they went to the King of Hell, they would have a way to explain themselves.

Will you give in?

"no way!"

The two reached a consensus and suddenly pounced on the vicious dogs.

"Bang bang bang..."

Before they even got close, several gunshots whizzed past their bodies.

The once arrogant and domineering Malinois instantly fell to the ground, its momentum carrying it forward.

Qingru and the other person fell to the ground, their arms scraped and bleeding.

The pain forced the two to confront reality, and they quickly stood up from the pool of blood. Looking at the Zheng family servants who had surrounded them, they gripped their only weapon tightly.

"You dare to fire?" the servant shouted angrily.

Qingru and the other person looked at each other in bewilderment. Shoot? Who shot? Didn't the Zheng family member miss their target?