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"You're really generous, being the boss's son and all," the man couldn't help but laugh.
"Stop laughing, or I'll choke you with my words," Yang Qianfan shot him a cold glance, clearly not taking them seriously.
"You're so arrogant at such a young age; just wait until you grow up," the man signaled to his companions. They understood and dragged Yang Qianfan out, giving him a good beating.
"Stop! What do you want?" Zhu Hui shouted in panic as he saw Yang Qianfan being attacked.
"We want money," the man replied harshly, then turned to the battered Yang Qianfan with a sly grin. "What's your dad's phone number?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"If you don’t tell us, how are we supposed to notify your dad to come rescue you?"
"Fine, I'll tell you. Listen carefully: my dad's phone number is '110'. Got it? Just make sure you don't dial it wrong," Yang Qianfan said, bursting into laughter.
"Wang Ba Dan, how dare you play me!" The man was furious and stepped forward to slap Yang Qianfan hard across the face. He pointed out the window and threatened, "If you don’t cooperate, I’ll sell you and those drunks outside to the Shanxi Deep Mountains to mine coal. That’s worse than being a fool!"
"Ha! You think you can catch me?" Yang Qianfan retorted defiantly, standing tall.
"If I dare to catch you, I dare to sell you. Smart people know when to be sensible."
At that moment, despite his bravado, Yang Qianfan felt like a turtle turned upside down—no way to flip back over and nowhere to escape. He glanced at Zhu Hui, who was also trapped in this predicament. A sense of compassion welled up in him; one life lost was better than two. The group that had kidnapped them was only after money; as long as it was about money, there was a way out. With that thought in mind, Yang Qianfan nodded towards Zhu Hui and sneered:
“It's not difficult to find out my rich father's phone number. Just let this poor wretch go; she doesn't deserve to be associated with a wealthy second-generation like me.”
Zhu Hui, bound and helpless, felt a surge of anger at Yang Qianfan's taunts and headbutted him fiercely.
“Don't worry, we have no intention of asking her parents for money.”
“I have no parents, so of course you won't ask them. Let me go, let me go.” Zhu Hui struggled desperately while sitting on the ground.
“You filthy girl, stop shouting here. In a few days, we'll sell you to Nanyang as someone's child bride and see how you scream then.” The man gestured to a nearby Masked Man. “Get her something to eat; if she gets too thin, it will affect the price.”
The Masked Man hesitated for a moment before bringing in a bowl of noodles from outside. He squatted beside Zhu Hui and began feeding her bite by bite. Zhu Hui glared at the Masked Man, saying nothing, but she ate the instant noodles he offered her voraciously.
Halfway through, Zhu Hui suddenly spat the noodles in her mouth onto the Masked Man's face, her gaze sharp as she said, “You're disgusting. I've never seen anyone as vile as you.”
The Masked Man looked at her without saying a word or showing any anger. He wiped the noodles off his face and stood up with his back to her.
“I feel so ridiculous, measuring myself against a king-sized idiot, comparing morals with a person like you, competing in grades with a failure… Ha… and I've been doing it for years.” Zhu Hui suddenly laughed uncontrollably and asked the Masked Man, “Aren't we both ridiculous?”
The man continued to ignore her, still facing away.
“Do you know how proud I was after the midterm exams a while ago? Because it was during that exam that I finally defeated my rival and secured first place in my grade for the first time. I was so happy that I sneaked away to a deserted corner just to laugh out loud in pride. But now, looking back, it feels like a nightmare I can't bear to revisit. Do you know why?” Zhu Hui asked again, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
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