Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Mu Yan's scalp tightened, and she blurted out, "Hey!"

As soon as she said it, she realized that it was just Song Renshou's cunning test.

Her instinctive reaction betrayed her; Mu Yanxin turned and ran.

How could Song Renshou let her go?

Oh no! In that emergency, she ran in the wrong direction, towards the elevator. She frantically pressed the up button on the elevator.

"Nuan Nuan, don't run away, you can't escape."

The elevator was out of time, so she turned and ran towards the stairs—a scene so familiar.

When she was seventeen, she ran in the same way. Song Renshou tried to molest her, and she kept running until she hid in a washing machine and escaped.

Many times after that, she ran away desperately. Perhaps God took pity on her, and she always managed to escape his clutches. During the five years her parents left her, she spent every single day in fear and anxiety, fighting desperately to protect herself.

Mu Yanxin dared not cry, nor did she have time to cry. She ran while desperately looking back.

She ran to the top floor, but the door to the rooftop seemed to be deliberately blocking her hopes. She pounded on the lock with all her might.

"Song Nuan, don't waste your time, you can't escape this time!"

In a moment of panic, she thought of calling the police, but a second later, she dismissed the idea.

She was using a fake identity; wouldn't it be even worse if the investigation found out she wasn't Mu Yanxin?

The Mu family would never take this risk for her, and Leng Changqing would never do it either; he now wishes she were dead so he could be with Shen An'an.

In that critical moment, she couldn't think of anyone willing to save her.

"Nuan Nuan, you're being naughty! You can't make random phone calls. Give me your phone!"

Mu Yanxin shook her head, panicked, and hid behind her back. Song Renshou pounced on her and snatched the phone away.

……

Wild Gate.

Zhong Yu stared at Leng Tingye with a smile, "Something's not right, something's not right, something's not right today!"

Leng Tingye held a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other, alternating between a cigarette and a sip of wine. A sexy woman was kneeling at his feet, and her hand moved upwards to her thigh.

Rubbing back and forth.

"Something's not right." Zhong Yu rubbed his eyes, confirming once again that the man in front of him was indeed Leng Tingye.

He pushed the woman in his arms away and beckoned Zhou Shuang closer, "What's gotten into your wild master? It's creepy."

He was all talk and no action. Rumors inside and outside the industry said that Leng Tingye was a womanizer, unrestrained and dissolute, and a notorious playboy.

Those who know him know that he never shows mercy to women who get close to him, and no matter what their purpose is, they will all die a terrible death!

Zhou Shuang moved closer, making muffled noises but unable to utter a single word.

"speak nicely!"

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because this made Zhou Shuang even more anxious, and she pointed to her mouth and made a series of "uh-huh" and "ah-ah" sounds.

Zhong Yu laughed happily, "Oh, sorry, I forgot your mouth is still sealed."

He quickly reached out and ripped the tape off Zhou Shuang's mouth, even tearing off her stubble.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Zhou Shuang cried out in pain.

Zhong Yu, however, laughed gleefully, "Sorry, brother!"

Zhou Shuang tearfully picked up the stubble-covered remains of his body from the duct tape, "My poor bearded brother."

"Stop crying, Beard. Tell me, what happened to your wild master?"

Zhou Shuang was still upset about his beard, and absentmindedly said, "It was used twice and then returned!"

"what?"

"Who is it?"

Zhong Yu was utterly astonished, as if he had heard something truly extraordinary, his mouth agape in surprise.

"that is……"

Zhou Shuang felt as if a cold arrow was piercing him. He looked up and saw Leng Tingye glaring at him.

The man's gaze was indescribably frightening, yet deadly enough.

Zhou Shuang smiled awkwardly, looked at the beard on the tape in her hand, and said, "Bearded brother, don't worry, I'll stick you back on."

Zhong Yu was amused by Zhou Shuang and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did the mighty Wild Master really get dumped by that unknown wild creature?"

"Curious?" Leng Tingye's eyes darkened slightly.

Zhong Yu dared not laugh anymore, shaking his head and forcing a smile, "Not curious, not curious!"

The woman kneeling to serve him tentatively touched the man's sensitive area with her hand. Leng Tingye frowned, raised his leg, and kicked the woman in the stomach. "Get out, you fucking slut!"

Zhong Yu raised an eyebrow.

Leng Tingye tilted his head back and finished the last sip of wine. "Wild game is still wild game. It loses its appeal if you eat too much of it."

This means it's completely over.

Leng Tingye tossed a roll of tape to Zhong Yu with a wave of his hand.

"No way!" Zhong Yu cried out.

With a warning in his eyes, Zhong Yu had no choice but to shut his mouth.

This provoked Zhou Shuang to laugh at him.

On the table, Leng Tingye's phone lit up with a WeChat message popping up.

Leng Tingye glanced at it, his eyes sweeping over the nickname, Wild Flavor, too lazy to bother with it!

On the top floor of the Yiqing Hotel, Song Renshou carried Mu Yanxin into the room.

"Bastard, let me go!" Mu Yanxin pounded on her fist in despair.

"Let you go?" Song Renshou threw Mu Yanxin onto the large bed in the suite. "You wish! We finally found you, there's no reason for us to let you go."

After saying that, he pounced on Mu Yanxin.

Mu Yanxin retreated while cursing, "Song Renshou, you beast!"

Song Renshou grabbed her slender ankle and pulled her forcefully to the edge of the bed. "Be good, don't scold me, I'm your uncle!"

He carefully examined Mu Yanxin and said, "She really does look more and more like your mother."

“You are my uncle, you are my father’s younger brother. How can you treat me like this? How can you face my father? My father will hate you if he knows this in the afterlife.” Mu Yanxin tried to use kinship to awaken Song Renshou’s morality.

"Your father is dead, so what difference does it make if he finds out?" Song Renshou's eyes were cold and gloomy. "Your mother is dead too, she's dead!"

Tears welled up in Mu Yanxin's eyes. Yes, her parents, who loved her most in this world, were dead, and no one would come to save her.

Just before Song Renshou took her phone, she sent Leng Tingye a message asking for help.

Leng Tingye won't come, will he? She herself said that the two of them would no longer be entangled, so why would he come?

Zhong Yu glanced at the screen, and the words "wild game" immediately piqued his interest, so he reached for his phone.

Leng Tingye quickly picked it up, and Zhong Yu missed, reluctantly withdrawing his hand.

The message contains only one letter... J

Leng Tingye tossed his phone aside and continued smoking.

A dozen minutes later, Zhou Shuang arrived at the Yiqing Hotel, cursing and swearing.

The door was kicked open forcefully, and the man on the bed was so frightened that he rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

Disturbed, Song Renshou flew into a rage, shouting, "Who the hell are you?"

Zhou Shuang put her hands on her hips, pointed her finger at her nose, and cursed, "You son of a bitch!"

The woman on the bed was disheveled, with messy hands and hair, and looked like she had been in a violent situation.

Zhou Shuang quickly turned her face away, grabbed the man on the ground, and kicked him out the door.

"Who are you, and why are you meddling in that brat's business?"

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Do you know what kind of relationship we have? Yet you still interfere!"

Zhou Shuang rubbed her hands together, approaching you step by step, her murderous aura palpable.

"What are you doing? Don't do anything reckless!"

Zhou Shuang tilted her head and picked at her ear, then pulled out some tape and sealed Song Renshou's mouth shut, giving him a loving lesson from an adult.

Don't let Zhou Shuang's usual cheerful demeanor fool you; when she's lecturing someone, she's just as stern as Leng Tingye.

The man remained motionless, like a dead pig.

Zhou Shuang kicked him tentatively, "Take a breath!"

"Damn, she's so weak!" Zhou Shuang shook his hand, glanced quickly at the woman curled up on the bed in the room, and took out his phone to dial a number.

"Brother, are you going to bring Miss Mu back?"