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The entire night, Shen Jingyu did not leave the Mu Family residence. Deng Xiaoya had only fallen asleep after he personally administered a sedative to her, following consultations with experts from Ren'ai Hospital.
Deng Xiaoya's treatment posed immense challenges, that was undeniable. Even Shen Jingyu knew that her biggest issue was her lack of will to survive. When he was six years old, he had learned that she had written many letters of farewell. So, it seemed he inherited the tendency to write such letters from his mother.
His father's death had dealt a fatal blow to his mother. Similarly, at that time, he had already lost his home completely and had only encountered Su Xing afterward. Now, the danger Su Xing faced made him worry whether he might lose her too. In that case, when this world was left with only him alone, he could leave without needing to write a farewell letter.
Shen Jingyu sat by Deng Xiaoya's bedside for a long time. The first rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom, prompting him to rise and leave. Deng Xiaoya, under the influence of the sedative, would not wake up anytime soon. Even if she did wake up, he wouldn’t know what to talk about with her.
He had already discussed with Mu Zhenhua last night about sending Deng Xiaoya to a private international chain hospital that had opened in recent years—Ren'ai Hospital. Its standards were even higher than those of the top domestic Renji Hospital.
Mu Zhenhua hadn’t expected that after five years abroad, Shen Jingyu had achieved such a level; ordinary people couldn’t even get an appointment at Ren'ai Hospital. However, this was merely Shen Jingyu's current plan. Given Deng Xiaoya's temperament, it was uncertain whether she could be persuaded to enter the hospital. Nevertheless, Shen Jingyu intended to find suitable targeted medication for her first. In her condition, the only option was to find ways to prolong her life. But no amount of money could replace someone who was completely exhausted.
When Shen Jingyu drove to Xing Yu Mansion, he appeared haggard; the stubble on his chin added a sense of weariness to his demeanor. He initially planned to go upstairs for a short rest before taking Su Xing to obtain their marriage certificate, but he noticed something unusual in the basement.
Su Xing's car door was not properly closed. With his keen investigative instincts, Shen Jingyu approached and opened the car door, discovering that the battery had been drained; it seemed she hadn’t had time to turn off the engine before being taken away.
Su Xing's car keys and bag, including her phone, were still on the passenger seat. The emotion that surged in Shen Jingyu's eyes was unmistakably one of terror. He quickly rushed to his own car, pulling out his laptop and swiftly operating it. Within three minutes, after precisely capturing the footage of Su Xing's car arriving, the truth lay before him.
Just as Su Xing parked her car in her designated spot, a fully armed man in black emerged from behind her vehicle. He wore a black canvas hat, and a ring of yellow hair peeked out from the sides. His goggles and full-face mask made it impossible for anyone watching the surveillance footage to discern his features. However, Shen Jingyu was able to make an initial judgment based on the man's physique and the material of his clothing, along with that hint of yellow—he was likely affiliated with a mercenary organization from the Western Country.
Who could possibly hire such a person to kidnap Su Xing? The people from the Western Country were known to disregard human life when money and missions were at stake. Su Xing had already cautiously locked her car doors upon noticing the man's unusual attire, but such a trivial precaution was hardly a deterrent against individuals like him.
Before long, Su Xing was startled and swiftly knocked unconscious from her seat, then carried away. The man did not use conventional means; instead, he stuffed Su Xing into a black travel bag and executed a difficult maneuver to slip into the ventilation duct above.
As Shen Jingyu tracked the man's movements through the surveillance footage, he called Luo Hao and Mu Beiming, urging them to mobilize all resources to locate Su Xing.
It was already morning when Su Xing abruptly awoke. She felt as though she were inhaling dust mixed with an intensely irritating odor. Before her was what seemed like a black burlap sack, with faint light filtering through its seams. Based on her instincts, she guessed she must be in the back seat of a poorly sealed vehicle.
Due to the light, the bumps of the ride, and the sensation of lying on a car seat, panic surged within Su Xing. She had nothing in her hands and was trapped inside a bag, unable to call for help or save herself. She didn't even dare to make a sound, uncertain of her captors' motives; if it were revenge, she might not survive until dawn.
Perhaps there were other intentions at play here. She had quite a few enemies—first among them was Han Ruoxi, who might have gone mad after being rejected by Shen Jingyu these past few days. Alternatively, someone could be using this method to threaten her into revealing information about Xinghe Street. That could point to Du Meng or any number of others.
As for Shen Jingyu—would he come looking for her at the civil affairs bureau? Would he notice she was missing? Or would Mu Beiyao discover it first?
At this moment, one cannot help but reflect on the tragic plight of solitary women. When an accident occurs, the time it takes for someone to discover it is utterly unpredictable. It is highly likely that by the time they realize something is wrong, she may already be gone.
In such moments, Su Xing had to keep her nerves in check. She needed to remain calm; crying and fear were signs of weakness. She had to think of every possible way to secure her own survival!
The vehicle continued to drive, and the road conditions seemed to worsen. Su Xing was nearly jolted out of her seat. She had been drugged by that man in black, leaving her unable to determine how much time had passed since she was taken.
The man was heavily armed, and she could not make out any details of his face. Finally, not long after, his phone rang. He spoke in a language she recognized but could not understand fully. His words were concise and clear: "I will cross the border in half an hour. Five hours after I board the plane, you will be at your destination."
Su Xing's heart sank. How could they be taking her across the border? A five-hour flight—where would they send her after that? Was there even a chance for her to survive?
Having rarely felt fear throughout her life, Su Xing now found herself breathless with anxiety. After enduring another half hour of torment, the vehicle came to a stop.
The front door swung open with a clang before slamming shut again. The back door opened, and Su Xing felt her bag being dragged off her and thrown onto the ground.
"You're awake," said the man.
Su Xing winced as she hit the ground, pain shooting through her body, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent. However, when he accurately called out her name in English, she slowly sat up.
The bag was ripped open, and as bright light hit her face, Su Xing instinctively squinted. It was then that she realized they were in a forest—no wonder the ride had been so bumpy.
Not far behind the tall foreign mercenary stood a helicopter.
"Who sent you?" Su Xing asked steadily as she looked at him.
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