Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 459 - 191: The Night That Called Halt (Part 3)

"Have you lost your mind? You told Chang Chi, didn’t you?" Pello cursed angrily.

"How could I? I casually agreed to her to teach Hang Yishao a lesson. Now she’s changed her tune, can’t bear to be harsh on that pretty boy," Shang Yin thought, his woman pleading for another man made him feel bitter. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped up on the mountain road, a pebble striking the roof of the car.

For safety, Hang Yishao was dumped in the trunk; he had been injected with a full dose of sleeping pills and wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

"Did you get the goods?" Pello probably guessed that Chang Chi had had a change of heart at the last minute and told Su Ziceng about it.

That damned woman, Pello didn’t know if he should curse Chang Chi or Su Ziceng. His heart damn cared that Su Ziceng abandoned him for Hang Yishao.

If he had known it would come to this, he wouldn’t have bothered to cook cheese fondue earlier; he should have claimed her as his own long ago.

"Not yet. I took him in the department store parking lot, but I didn’t dare to act because there were people nearby," Shang Yin cursed under his breath. This was the most unsuccessful kidnapping he had ever done.

"Once you get the goods, finish him off," Pello’s voice didn’t hesitate for a second. He should have done away with Hang Yishao a long time ago.

"Finished? Wasn’t it just a lesson? Chang Chi wouldn’t dare to talk about this incident," Shang Yin wasn’t afraid of killing, but he had a brief intersection with Hang Yishao, and personally he didn’t like Hang Yishao very much.

"If you don’t do it, I’ll do it," Pello was getting impatient, his eyes brimming with red, the image of Su Ziceng hurriedly leaving igniting a fierce blaze of resentment within him.

"Suit yourself. I’m heading to Lancang Mountain now. When I get into the mountains, let’s meet at the old spot," Shang Yin heard Pello’s rage, didn’t dare to upset this killer god, and to prevent the possibility of no cell signal later, reported the location in advance.

The call was disconnected, and both Pello and Shang Yin thought that such a hidden location as Lancang Mountain wouldn’t be discovered by anyone.

The Hang Family was still unaware of all this until after midnight; the butler told Hang Mu that the young master’s phone could not be reached, and only then did the already asleep Hang Mu and Hang’s father begin to panic.

They first contacted Fei Qing, and then the company; everyone said Hang Yishao had left early.

"Call Ziceng," Hang Mu placed her last hope on Su Ziceng. But no one answered Su Ziceng’s phone, and eventually, there was no signal at all.

In the desolate mountains, instead of the sound of insects, Su Zi’s driver, who was asked to drive, only agreed to drop her off at the foot of the mountain. Despite the driver’s repeated dissuasion, Su Zi gritted her teeth and climbed up the path.

For many people, Lancang Mountain was just a barren hill, but for Su Zi, it was unforgettable.

When Chang Chi mentioned that she had begged Shang Yin to kidnap Hang Yishao, even to kill him, Su Ziceng’s mind went blank.

She reminisced, desperately trying to recall, until she connected Shang Yin’s voice to that of the kidnapper who had abducted her before.

The kidnapper who abducted her had two people; one was driving the car, and the other spoke a few words halfway through. That manner of speaking, she now remembered, wasn’t that Shang Yin?

So even though Chang Chi wasn’t clear about where Shang Yin took Hang Yishao, she already had a definite location in her mind. Lancang Mountain, that place of nightmare she could never forget in her lifetime.

The scattered beads of memory were all linked together at this moment.

If it hadn’t been for meeting Pello, Su Ziceng would have gone through a humiliating kidnapping at the age of twenty-five. It was precisely because of her meeting with Pello that Hang Yishao replaced her and became an innocent victim.

This bead was the one that Su Ziceng had missed.

Lancang Mountain was not tall, and compared to the rugged driving route, Su Zi’s climb up the shortcut was a bit faster.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a small, abandoned hut lit with dim lights. Since the revolutionary era, no one had visited this hut.

The deep mountains in May carried a chill that seemed to freeze one’s marrow.

Fueled by a meal of cheese and liquor, Su Zi braved the heat and climbed up with determination.

She lay hidden in the bushes beside the mountain path, listening to the rumble of car wheels over the stones.

The Cobra car stopped next to the hut, and Shang Yin got out. He opened the trunk and dragged Hang Yishao out. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)