Chapter 342: Chapter 342

Lu Jingchen was injured in the waist. Just now, when he saw Chu Munan fire at him, he almost instinctively shielded Zuo Yuqing, standing by her side. In the car, he had mentioned that as long as Zuo Yuqing was within his sight, he would protect her completely.

Seeing those people holding a pistol to Song Qiao’s head and about to take her away, Lu Jingchen immediately stood up with Zuo Yuqing’s support, his face turning pale as the blood slowly drained away. Watching them about to get into the car to leave, he was about to chase after them, "Song Qiao..."

However, after only a couple of steps, his arm was seized by a large hand, and with a strong pull, he was yanked back. He heard Xi Mohan’s furious and utterly cold voice next to his ear, "Lu Jingchen, do you have a fucking death wish? Can’t you see your blood continuously flowing out? Are you hoping to bleed out?"

Lu Jingchen watched the group throw Song Qiao into one of the vehicles and prepare to leave, his expression gloomy as he forcibly pulled away Xi Mohan who was grabbing his arm. With emotionless lips, he spat out a word, "Scram!"

Xi Mohan’s face was filled with coldness, and naturally, he did not let go of the man’s arm, his tone indifferent, "Didn’t you fucking hear earlier? Your wife willingly let herself be taken hostage, why are you chasing them?"

Song Qiao’s voice was neither loud nor soft just now, but the keen-eared Xi Mohan had heard it all, not understanding at all what Song Qiao was trying to do by voluntarily letting those people take her hostage.

Was this woman brainwashed by the kidnappers? Or was her brain simply not working properly?

What kind of person is Chu Munan? He’s a devil who wouldn’t blink an eye while killing someone, and yet Song Qiao was so daring.

Xi Mohan was very annoyed. If it weren’t for the fact that Song Qiao was Ning Wan’s best friend, he would have definitely shot just now. He had a perfect opportunity to kill that bastard, and even if it ended up with mutual destruction, he wouldn’t regret it.

If he doesn’t root out the weed now, it will be troublesome if that man comes back for revenge.

Lu Jingchen felt pain not only from his injury but also in his head. Looking at Xi Mohan in front of him, he smirked coldly and then said, "If it were Ning Wan being held hostage, would you still be as calm as you are now?"

Xi Mohan was stunned for a moment, his eyes dark and sinister, yet his face remained composed as he spoke with a hint of coldness, "Unfortunately, it’s not Ning Wan who is being threatened now, but your wife."

Glancing at Zuo Yuqing, who seemed uncertain standing there, he spoke indifferently, "Watch after him, accompany him to the hospital."

When Zuo Yuqing heard Xi Mohan’s words, she slowly regained her senses, and looked up at him with a trembling voice, "And... what about you?"

Xi Mohan called over two of his men to prevent Lu Jingchen from chasing the cars that had already left. His face showed a mocking smile, "Her husband is still in their hands, of course, I’m going to take their wife back, otherwise they might seriously think I’m just playing if they decide to break ties with me."

Watching Xi Mohan and some of his men drive away, leaving others behind to take care of Lu Jingchen, Zuo Yuqing’s expression changed slightly. Lu Jingchen, supported by those men, still wanted to chase, but due to excessive blood loss, he fainted.

A few kilometers away from the villa area, at a bus stop, Song Qiao sat somewhat dazedly. The relentless heavy rain poured down, washing over the whole city.

Chu Munan and his men didn’t make it too difficult for her. After driving away from Xi Mohan’s sight, they let her down immediately, even intentionally choosing this bus stop so she could stay dry.

Without her phone and not a penny on her, Song Qiao could only sit there, staring dazedly at the heavy rain before her. The scene where Lu Jingchen took a bullet for Zuo Yuqing kept echoing in her mind, unable to be dispelled.

The shrill sound of brakes suddenly rang in her ears, as water splashed and wet her feet.

Song Qiao looked up to find a black Bentley Mulsanne parked in front of her, not moving. The car door opened, and a tall, upright man got out, his gaze lightly falling on her as he spoke indifferently, "Get in."

Song Qiao still didn’t move, instead looking at Xi Mohan, she said, "Let them go, let them leave this place."

Upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, Xi Mohan couldn’t help but feel somewhat incredulous, snorting before replying, "Your husband was shot and is now unconscious on the way to the hospital, and yet you still want me to let them go?"

Song Qiao stiffened but still retained her stance, looking directly at Xi Mohan, she countered, "You also shot one of them, isn’t that fair?"

He curled his lips into a cold smirk, his face tinged with mockery as he directly spoke, "I didn’t know you had such a saintly heart, pleading for a man like Chu Munan. Why? Just because they didn’t do anything to you? Therefore, you just assume they are good people?"

"I never assumed they were good people just because," Song Qiao slightly furrowed her brows, her tone neither cold nor warm, "It’s just that they haven’t done anything to you either, you shot someone, and someone shot Lu Jingchen, it’s all square now, isn’t it? Why bother pursuing it further?"

After all, Chu Munan had not hurt her from the beginning to the end. Initially taking over their villa was merely to force Lu Jingchen to show himself, and he didn’t do anything to harm them.

Song Qiao felt that it was not necessary to continue pursuing this matter, otherwise she would not have volunteered to be their hostage to ensure their safe departure.

"Get in the car," Xi Mohan remained expressionless, addressing Song Qiao in a calm tone.

Song Qiao did not speak again, knowing well the man Xi Mohan was, and understanding that saying more was futile. She stood up and walked directly toward the Bentley Mulsanne parked there.

Inside the hospital, Lu Jingchen had been directly taken into the operating room.

Under Xi Mohan’s pressure and leadership, Song Qiao arrived at the door of the operating room. Besides seeing Xi Mohan’s few subordinates standing there, there was only Zuo Yuqing waiting on the side.

Zuo Yuqing heard the footsteps, her hands covering her face lifted suddenly to look at Song Qiao, and in the next second, she stood up swiftly and walked briskly to Song Qiao’s front. Before anyone could react, she slapped Song Qiao across the face.

A crisp "slap" echoed through the corridor.

Zuo Yuqing’s slap was not light, forcing Song Qiao’s face to turn to one side, and the woman’s somewhat long nails, moreover, scraped her face leaving red marks.

"Zuo Yuqing, what are you doing?" Xi Mohan reacted and quickly took a step forward to Zuo Yuqing, catching her hand about to deliver a second slap, his expression dark as water and his voice tinged with anger.

Zuo Yuqing’s face was filled with anger, her eyes reddened with fury as she glared at Song Qiao with hatred and said coldly, "Song Qiao, you deserve it."

Having said that, she then turned her gaze towards Xi Mohan, her lovely face tinged with sarcasm, and directly spoke, "Didn’t you see what I did? I slapped her. If not for her, how could Jingchen possibly lie in the operating room?"

Song Qiao closed her eyes, and then lifting her head, she looked directly at Zuo Yuqing standing there with a face full of anger, touched the cheek that had been slapped, and then spoke, "Lu Jingchen is now lying in the operating room, do you think it’s all my Song Qiao’s fault single-handedly?"

"Even if it’s not your fault, it’s because of you," Zuo Yuqing did not back down an inch as she pressed forward and spoke, "You let that scum shoot Lu Jingchen, and you also voluntarily requested to be their hostage, helping them escape, Song Qiao!"

Song Qiao looked coldly at Zuo Yuqing in front of her, glanced down at her feet which were somehow shoeless, stepping directly on the ground, her eyebrows furrowed, after a while she looked up at Zuo Yuqing and spoke calmly, "No matter what I say, I am Lu Jingchen’s wife, it’s only natural for him to rescue me. But Zuo Yuqing, unless I’m mistaken or my amnesia misleads me, the bullet Lu Jingchen took was to protect you."

Zuo Yuqing’s face turned pale, and she involuntarily took two steps back.

Song Qiao did not look at her again but turned her head towards Xi Mohan and spoke softly, "If there’s nothing else, I will leave first."

"Wait here till his surgery is finished," Xi Mohan was unperturbed, releasing Zuo Yuqing’s hand, his brows and eyes filled with a dark air, "When he’s out, I will naturally have someone send you back."

Song Qiao smiled, her smile tinged with sarcasm as she directly said, "My presence here won’t really ensure his safe return from surgery, moreover, he took the bullet for Miss Zuo, not for me. Having Miss Zuo here, don’t you think I have become the redundant one?"

"You are his wife," Xi Mohan stated expressionlessly. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Hearing Xi Mohan’s words, Song Qiao’s smile grew colder as she straightly said, "Lucky you, his good friend, remember I am his wife. But when Lu Jingchen took that bullet for Miss Zuo, he probably didn’t think of the fact that Song Qiao is still his wife."

Feeling outmatched by Song Qiao, Xi Mohan faintly spoke, "You can leave if you want, just make your own way back."