At the old residence of the Zhang family.
Lou Yuming glanced at the time. It was almost 10:30 PM, the wrap-up party should be over.
But Song Xi hadn't messaged him.
Could this little thing have forgotten in a moment of playful whim?
Suddenly, the phone rang.
It was Yao Yifan.
It seemed they had picked someone up.
Lou Yuming took his phone and walked outside.
Behind him, Anna, watching the man's tall silhouette, followed.
The night wind blew gently, the moon hung high.
The man stood on the lawn, his figure appearing tall and stern.
"Didn't find her?" For some reason, Lou Yuming felt a vague premonition of something bad.
Yao Yifan said flusteredly on the phone, "I just asked the owner of the farmhouse, and he said Miss Song left with a man and a woman."
Lou Yuming's eyebrows knitted, his thin lips pressed tightly. "Keep looking!"
After saying this, he quickly hung up the phone, then found Song Xi's number and dialed it while walking without stopping.
"Yuming!"
A force suddenly embraced him from behind. The woman's sweet perfume wafted into his nose, and Lou Yuming frowned unreservedly.
"Where are you going?"
Her voice was coquettish, as if she were acting spoiled.
She tightened her grip, unwilling to let him go, and continued to plead.
"Yuming, we haven't talked in so long."
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed has been turned off..."
Lou Yuming listened to the mechanical prompt from the other end of the phone, his face growing colder.
He ruthlessly pulled away Anna's arms, cruelly leaving her behind without a word of explanation.
Anna clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with malevolence.
What was the use of rushing over now? By this time, the person would have already left the city!
The noble Bentley sped through the night.
Lou Yuming's voice was chilling as he instructed Shao Cheng, "Song Xi is missing. Find out where she is now immediately!"
His tone was serious, indicating that something had indeed happened.
Shao Cheng immediately got out of bed. "I'll go right now!"
On the other side of the city.
A silver van was parked in a secluded corner.
Song Xi was tied up tightly. A bald man with an unfriendly face scrutinized her from head to toe, then with satisfaction, tossed her into the car.
After some commotion, Song Xi's consciousness gradually returned, and she heard voices outside the car.
"What's with the slap mark on your face?"
Qian Xiaoyu's voice sounded a little guilty. "She fell down accidentally."
"I didn't expect you two to be quite capable, to find this kind of goods. Let me tell you, if it weren't for Xiao Wang's introduction, I wouldn't have taken in new people."
Qian Xiaoyu said proudly, "This is my niece, she's a celebrity!"
The bald man said nonchalantly, as if used to it, "Even if it were the Emperor himself, the price would be the same!"
Saying that, he made a gesture of three.
Too little.
Qian Xiaoyu was obviously a little unhappy and tugged at Song Qiang.
Song Qiang smiled and offered him a cigarette. "Brother, I've watched this niece grow up since she was little, and she's still a virgin. Add a bit more, my son is waiting for money to get married!"
The bald man bit the cigarette and sneered, "Don't try to fool me, I can tell if she's a virgin at a glance."
"How about this, because her face is good, I'll add another twenty thousand for you. Go ask around, Sun Laowu has never given this amount!"
That would only add up to fifty thousand, and the bride price was at least eighty thousand!
The bald man saw the hesitation on their faces and lost patience. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Take it or leave it. If you don't want it, take her away and stop wasting my time!"
"Wait, wait, wait! Brother Sun!" Song Qiang gritted his teeth and took the bank card. "Fifty thousand it is!"
Qian Xiaoyu said, "How can this little money be enough!"
"Fine, it's better than nothing. At worst, we'll find another wife. Don't forget, Miss Zhao promised to give us money."
"Right! Let's go, let's go, hurry up and call Miss Zhao."
The voices faded away until they disappeared.
Song Xi's hands and feet were ice-cold, her heart sinking continuously.
She never expected Qian Xiaoyu and Song Qiang to sell her to human traffickers for money! They were her own uncle and aunt!
These two... beasts!
The car slowly started. Song Xi heard the man in the driver's seat laughing heartily, as if mocking Qian Xiaoyu and Song Qiang.
"Two country bumpkins, I can sell this kind of goods for at least five hundred thousand, hahaha!"