Murong Yan arrived at the office on time every day, and just as she sat down and started working for a while, she subconsciously picked up her phone and called Yang Fan: "Come over now."
Usually lounging in his villa and leisurely watching TV, Yang Fan had no choice but to leave for the office after receiving that life-hastening phone call.
When he reached Murong Yan's office, she said, "Come out with me later."
Yang Fan agreed. During this time, he decided to cooperate fully with Murong Yan until he found his senior sister.
Leaving Ming Guang Group, he sat beside Murong Yan in the backseat of her car.
The woman didn't say a word, and after a long while, she seriously instructed him, "When I'm doing business with someone, stay beside and don't talk. Just do whatever I tell you to do, alright?"
"Got it," Yang Fan elongated his tone and nodded his head.
The places they visited were either major companies or factories, and Yang Fan stayed outside with Murong Yan's female secretary. This was the only thing Yang Fan found somewhat enjoyable.
The female secretary, Dai Qianqian, was in the prime of her youth, dressed in a professional OL outfit, the epitome of a white-collar beauty; both her face and figure were commendable. Unfortunately, she wasn't very talkative, or perhaps she was not too keen to engage with Yang Fan who had suddenly appeared.
Yang Fan was also not good at staying with a strange woman, and thus, most of the day passed in silence.
They ate lunch outside, and then followed Murong Yan to a construction site in the suburbs.
The site was a sprawling area under construction, supposedly for a golf course and a resort.
Indeed, the environment here was perfect for building a golf course; it was truly an ideal location.
Yang Fan, wearing a safety helmet, stood on the outskirts, watching Murong Yan and a group of people enter the construction site.
Only later did he find out that Ming Guang Group was a large conglomerate mainly dealing in women's clothing and cosmetics, with recent investments focusing on building resorts. All these were spearheaded by Murong Yan, and Yang Fan had to admit she was indeed a capable woman.
When Murong Yan and her secretary reemerged, half an hour had passed.
Back in the car, after about ten minutes of driving, Murong Yan spoke, "There's a small village nearby with a store. Go buy some drinks."
Running errands was naturally Yang Fan's job. Without a word, he got out of the car, quickly found the village, bought five or six bottles of drinks from the small shop, and briskly ran back, only to find no sign of Murong Yan's car.
He had been tricked by her again—this was Yang Fan's first reaction. Just as he was fuming with nowhere to vent, her call came in: "We had to leave for something urgent. You walk back or catch a ride on the road. It's over a hundred kilometers, good for exercise. Take care of yourself. I'm heading back to the office. Bye."
With a pained smile, Yang Fan hung up, opened a bottle of drink, and took a few big gulps, resignedly thinking why he had bullied this chubby girl in his childhood. He really deserved it—karma indeed.
Hopeful to hitch a ride, he waited as seven or eight cars passed by without stopping. Just when he felt totally out of options, a man with a bicycle parked it by the roadside and went into the nearby wheat field to urinate. Seizing the opportunity, Yang Fan quietly approached, grabbed the bicycle, and sped away, leaving the man shouting and chasing after him with his pants half down.
Pedaling furiously, a hundred kilometers was a piece of cake for him, and getting back to Xinghai City was no trouble at all. Compared to the extreme training his master put him through, this was nothing.
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"Chairman, Yang Fan, he..." Secretary Dai Qianqian wanted to ask about Yang Fan and their relationship, but she swallowed her words, realizing it wasn't her place to ask.
Murong Yan looked out the window without turning back, "Just a bastard, don't mind him. He deserves everything that's happening to him."
"Chairman, it seems like someone is following us. They've been behind for quite a while," the driver suddenly reported.
This interrupted Murong Yan's joyful mood after successfully tricking Yang Fan. Looking back, indeed, there were three cars leisurely following behind; recalling her own drug-induced kidnapping and still not knowing who the mastermind was, Murong Yan felt a chill. She had to find out who was behind it, as the danger would always exist, and it wouldn't always be luck or a miracle, like meeting the person who saved her life that night.
"Speed up." As she said this, Murong Yan dialed Yang Huiru's number and informed her of the situation.
The driver floored the accelerator, but unfortunately, the cars behind vigorously pursued, unable to shake them off; and what was more horrifying was that the three cars also sped up, apparently not just content with tailing, but trying to force their car to stop midway.
"Chairman, they're coming up," the driver raised his voice, clearly anxious.
The driver was anxious, and so was Murong Yan. What could she do?
"Just keep driving." Murong Yan only said these four words, hoping that Yang Li could arrive soon, otherwise she really didn't know what these thugs wanted, or if they had any connection with the people who kidnapped her previously.
The driver was experienced though, driving steadily. With people in the car, the driver did not want to risk a deadly speed race, even if driving fast, it might not necessarily shake off the three cars which clearly had a superior speed.
Finally, in the astonished eyes of Dai Qianqian and Murong Yan, two cars, one to the left and one to the right, rapidly overtook and blocked their car. The driver slammed on the brakes, stopping the car, looking around in panic, unsure of what to do next.
"Chairman, what should we do?" the driver asked.
Dai Qianqian couldn't sit still either: "Chairman, what should we do?"
Murong Yan wished she knew what to do. She regretted a bit, if that bastard Yang Fan were here, she could have used him as cannon fodder, but now... evidently, misery brought upon oneself is the hardest to bear.
From the three cars front and back, about seven or eight people got out, all dressed uniformly in suits. The only slight relief was that they were indeed not the same people who had kidnapped her previously.
Maybe it really was nothing, just a misunderstanding, Murong Yan comforted herself.
But her hope was dashed, as a man came up and violently knocked on the window, Murong Yan slightly opened the window to ask, "What do you want?"
"Get out," the man said in a commanding tone.
Murong Yan quickly closed the window, she certainly wasn't going to get out.
With a bang, the window was smashed into pieces, glass shards scattered everywhere. Murong Yan, sitting at the back seat, swiftly moved to the side, giving those outside the opportunity to open the car door rapidly. "Get out," the person who opened the door yelled again.
"I have already called the police," Murong Yan curled up in the corner, mustering her courage.
The man didn't respond, grabbed Murong Yan by the arm, and dragged her out of the car: "Take her away."
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