Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 460 - 192: Love in the Face of Death
Through the roadbed, Su Ziceng could see that Hang Yishao seemed to have been drugged unconscious, similar to her own past experience. She had just walked out of a nightclub with several friends when she suddenly felt a stabbing pain and then passed out.
Back then, she was probably injected with some kind of drug, just like Hang Yishao was now.
Her legs felt weak from climbing for a long time. On the dry and dusty hillside where it hadn’t rained for a long time, Su Ziceng hesitated for a moment. Shang Yin and his accomplices didn’t kill her - after receiving a ransom of one hundred million, they just dumped her in a small cabin.
In her memory, the small cabin only had a damp and rotting smell, and after Shang Yin and the others received the ransom, Su Ziceng was abandoned in the hut.
No matter how despicable Shang Yin’s actions were, he and his unknown accomplice were very alert people.
When the kidnapping occurred, all the police in Mo City were mobilized, and later, after speeding on the roads, they lost track of the police. No one would have thought that Shang Yin and his people would hide in such a remote place as Lancang Mountain.
After another half hour, Su Ziceng watched Shang Yin walk out of the cabin; he seemed to be waiting for someone. The door of the cabin was still open, and Hang Yishao could be seen lying on the ground, still unconscious.
It was nearing one o’clock in the early morning by now, the night was cold and dewy, Su Ziceng dared not even stomp her feet to warm up. She took a breath and saw that Shang Yin’s figure was no longer on the mountain path.
"I should call the police," the thought flashed through Su Ziceng’s mind. Before she went up the mountain, she was unsure and dared not call the police in advance, but now that she had confirmed that Shang Yin had brought people up the mountain, she needed to act quickly before Hang Yishao suffered any injuries.
The signal bars on the screen of the antique green phone seemed like they had been deliberately snuffed out, losing signal.
"Damn it," Su Ziceng cursed softly. The cell tower was years old and the signal was terribly bad. At this moment, this thing was completely unreliable.
The phone was tossed aside by Su Ziceng, who then crouched down and walked onto the road surface. She quickly darted behind the black Cobra car, peeked out from the rear light of the car, and took another look.
The mountain road was still utterly quiet, Shang Yin seemed to have gone far.
Time was pressing. Su Ziceng took another breath, making use of the time before Shang Yin and his accomplices could return.
The wood laid out at the steps of the small cabin was completely rotten, and made a loud cracking noise when she first stepped on it. Frightened, Su Ziceng quickly crouched down and peered towards the mountain path again.
The wood dangerously poked up at an angle, stabbing into her calf, causing such pain that Su Ziceng almost couldn’t stand. She struggled to control herself, not letting out any cries of pain.
She was only about ten meters away from Hang Yishao. Su Ziceng hurriedly tended to the wound on her calf, then limped over to Hang Yishao’s side.
Hang Yishao’s clothes were still neat. Shang Yin’s group treated Hang Yishao much more politely than they had treated Su Ziceng.
Last time, when Su Ziceng was kidnapped, in order to prevent her from escaping, the bandits stripped off all her outer clothes, leaving only her underwear.
"Yishao, wake up." Su Ziceng patted Hang Yishao’s face. His face turned red from the patting, but he still did not wake up.
If this continued and Shang Yin and his people came back... Su Ziceng looked at Hang Yishao, whose eyes remained tightly closed, and she grabbed his sleeve and bit his arm.
In his deep sleep, Hang Yishao’s body jerked as if being sprung by a cloud—feeling as if a sting hit his arm, he shook his arm trying to shake off the annoying mosquito.
The pain intensified, Hang Yishao cried out in pain and jolted up to a sitting position.
As he sat up, Su Ziceng was still hanging on his arm, with blood already flowing from her mouth.
"Ziceng," Hang Yishao didn’t realize the environment he was in, his arm was completely numb from Su Ziceng’s bite.
"Ziceng!" Hang Yishao’s voice rose a few notches, a hint of joy in his voice, "You came just at the right time, I have something to give you."
Just as Hang Yishao was about to take out Yellow Love from his inner pocket, Su Ziceng frantically shook her head. His eyes moved from her mouth, bleeding onto the snow, down to the torn wound on her leg.
"Yishao, we need to run," Su Ziceng retracted her leg, nervously narrated everything, while she kept looking towards the door, her words all jumbled up.
