Chapter 62: Chapter 62 National Idol (32)
 

I won’t leave you without giving the Good Person Card—that’s what Chuzheng was planning to say, but the rest of her words automatically muted, and Su Jiu only heard the two words “won’t.”

Chuzheng: “…” Bastard, this damn thing, is always full of pitfalls.

After cuddling in Chuzheng’s arms for a while, Su Jiu reluctantly let go of her, “Then I’ll head back first. How long will you be shooting?”

“Very late.”

“Oh… Which hotel are you staying at?”

Chuzheng hadn’t planned to tell him, but it seemed like Su Jiu wouldn’t leave without an answer, the Good Person Card can’t be dismissed, can’t be dismissed…

Chuzheng repeated it several times in her heart, then handed him her room card.

Su Jiu accepted it with a grin, “I’m off then.”

–

It was almost dawn before the director released Chuzheng from the shoot. Once she got back to the hotel, she only had one room card which she had given to Su Jiu. Therefore, she could only ring the bell, but no one answered despite her waiting for a long time.

[Miss.]

When Bastard starts speaking, trouble is sure to follow!

[Warehouse at No.230 Shanhai Road.]

And sure enough, the next second King sends an address.

Chuzheng banged her head against the door. Why was she so unlucky? Why was she experiencing such bad luck!! It seemed that fate was finally taking a swing at her, this poor girl! Devils! All devils!

[…] Who exactly is the devil anyway?

Click—

The door next to her opens, and someone steps out of the room. Chuzheng immediately stands up straight, adjusts her clothes expressionlessly, and nonchalantly walks away under the dubious gaze of the person.

Warehouse at No.230 Shanhai Road.

Shanhai Road is full of warehouses, though now abandoned, ready to be demolished and turned into a commercial property. One could see the bright red demolition signs everywhere, along with cans and discarded newspapers covering the ground, and the floors were mottled with stains from an unknowable liquid.

Escorted by a dozen burly bodyguards, Chuzheng walks down the street like the head of the Gangster group, reaching warehouse number 230.

“Boss, this is the place.”

Chuzheng fiddles with her phone, looks up slightly upon hearing this, and nods her chin upward, “Kick the door in.”

“Understood.”

Two bodyguards step forward, the rusted iron door yielding to their kicks, opening up to a burst of chaotic noises from inside.

Chuzheng stands outside, looking up at the sky where the stars seem to fall into her eyes, the light broken and shimmering, yet also eerily silent.

“Boss, we’re all set.”

Chuzheng pulls her gaze back and follows the bodyguards inside the warehouse. Su Jiu is in the process of being untied. Seeing Chuzheng enter, he disregards the ropes on his body and rushes straight towards her.

Su Jiu burrows into her arms and holds her tightly.

“It’s okay.” Chuzheng pats his head in a soothing manner, and takes the opportunity to ruffle it a bit, soft and fluffy…

Cough cough!

“Boss, how should we deal with these people?” a bodyguard asks, standing to the side.

Lying on the ground are six burly men, sporting tattoos of dragons and tigers supposedly indicating their gang affiliations, all looking tough but now lying motionless, not daring to stir.

Chuzheng scans them over, really thinking they could become unparalleled masters just because they got tattoos.

Maybe intimidating to children, at most.

Such a hassle…

Just drop it!

The King’s Account nags in Chuzheng’s mind, and with a headache, she instructs the bodyguards to bring over a chair for Su Jiu to sit on.

Su Jiu doesn’t want to let go of her, so Chuzheng can only stand by his side while he hugs her waist, leaning against her abdomen, looking at the people who had kidnapped him.

The bodyguards drag the men on the ground up, lining them up in a row.

A family should stick together neatly.

Chuzheng asks, “Who sent you to kidnap him?”

Kidnapper: “…”

They had just tied up their captive and hadn’t had the chance to do anything when this person showed up!

If they had known this job was so problematic, they wouldn’t have taken it, but sadly, there’s no medicine for regret.

“Ah—” The bodyguard suddenly kicked someone and shouted, “The boss is asking you a question, speak.”

The oppressive aura of the bodyguard made the kidnappers feel like jesters in their presence.

“I… I don’t know.” The one who was kicked stammered, “A woman suddenly came to us…”

The woman wanted to kidnap Chuzheng.

However, they had observed for several days and noticed someone was always with Chuzheng, and she rarely acted alone; they hadn’t found the opportunity.

Then they discovered… Su Jiu.

So Su Jiu was implicated because of Chuzheng.

They planned to use Su Jiu to lure Chuzheng over and then kidnap her.

All six of them were in a desperate situation; otherwise, they would not have taken the job of kidnapping a public figure.

Chuzheng asked, “Who is that woman?”

“We don’t know, she was wearing a mask and sunglasses, we’ve never seen her face,” the kidnapper confessed honestly, not daring to lie.

Chuzheng continued, “What do you want to do with me after the kidnapping?”

The kidnapper shook his head frantically, “I don’t know… I really don’t know, she said to kidnap you… and then, then to call her.”

Chuzheng’s hand slid from the top of Su Jiu’s head to the back of his head, casually stroking, “Call her and tell her you’ve kidnapped me.”

Confronted with Chuzheng’s group, which outnumbered and overpowered them, the kidnapper dared not object and shakily made the call.

The call connected, but there was no sound from the other side.

“… It’s me.” The kidnapper tried not to tremble, “We’ve captured her, what should we do next?”

“Send me a photo to confirm,” the woman’s voice came and went swiftly, followed by the dial tone.

“Liu Manman,” Chuzheng recognized the voice on the phone.

Her backer Xie Zhou wasn’t paying her any heed, and she was still able to jump around; Chuzheng had said before that it would be less troublesome to take her out directly.

See! This is what happens when you don’t listen to her!

[…] I really don’t want to criticize little sister, but I can’t hold back, you are the victim now, hey!!

The kidnappers looked at Chuzheng fearfully, finding this young woman terrifying.

“We made the call… it’s this woman who instructed us, we were just getting paid to do the job, please, boss, you have a big heart, spare us.”

“Spare you?”

Chuzheng’s question came calmly, despite being a question.

The kidnapper inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in cold sweat, making the already gloomy warehouse seem even deeper in the shadows.

–

Chuzheng took Su Jiu back to the hotel, where his complexion had improved slightly.

“Got scared?” Chuzheng asked him.

Su Jiu bit his lip, shook his head, but his hand very honestly clung to Chuzheng, following her step by step.

Chuzheng let out an ambiguous hum.

Su Jiu’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, but Chuzheng didn’t say anything more, telling him to go freshen up.

Perhaps afraid that Chuzheng would notice something, Su Jiu withdrew his hand and entered the bathroom.

Standing in the bathroom, Su Jiu looked at his reflection in the mirror; he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his collarbone and chest.

The youth in the mirror was still handsome, but his eyes were gloomy and dim, as if a storm was brewing within, intimidating to the onlooker.

As his clothes fell to the floor, the young man turned and walked towards the shower, the cold water pouring over his body causing him to shiver.

The icy water also washed away the uncomfortable aura clinging to him, as if cleansing away impurity, leaving him still the clean-cut youth that one would take a liking to at first glance.