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Chapter 135: Who’s Bed Was It Last Night

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Who’s Bed Was It Last Night

Liancheng.

Pei Liyan and Song Xun were having dinner together.

Outside, it was getting dark.

Song Xun raised his glass and began, "This time, I owe much to Brother Pei for his strong support."

Hearing Song Xun speak, Pei Liyan showed a gentle expression on his usually indifferent face, nodded slightly, and clinked glasses with him.

"Don’t mention it!"

The two men exchanged a smile and set down their glasses.

Song Xun spoke candidly, "Brother Pei, without your push, I might still be hesitating."

Pei Liyan smiled faintly. "No, it’s not that you couldn’t decide, you just weren’t pushed to that point."

Song Xun was startled, then he too smiled.

Pei Liyan knew that Song Xun didn’t truly want to get engaged to the Shen Family, having someone else in his heart surely tied his hands in all matters.

However, as the head of the Song Family, his father would never allow it.

"Now that this news is out, the Shen Family hasn’t shown any intention to break off the engagement," Pei Liyan remarked indifferently, "it seems that we still need an opportunity."

"Forcing her to take the initiative to withdraw might be difficult," Song Xun leaned back, his posture lazy. "Shen Shuyi is also a stubborn girl."

"If your Uncle Song doesn’t give in, your situation will be even tougher," Pei Liyan said.

Song Xun smiled, his exceptionally handsome face now covered with a shadow.

Two men sitting together, both outstanding, both with faces marked by gloom.

Right at that moment, Song Xun’s phone rang.

He glanced at the number, frowning slightly. It was a strange number, but it seemed familiar somehow. Song Xun answered the call.

"Who’s this?"

"Song Xun, it’s Ruirui," Qiao Rui’s voice was heavy, "Listen, I was on the phone with Muyu when the call suddenly cut off. I can’t reach her anymore; I suspect she’s been kidnapped."

Song Xun felt a chill, "When did this happen?"

"Just now," Qiao Rui glanced at her watch, "two minutes ago."

Song Xun’s grip on his phone tightened, "I’ll immediately have people look into it, keep in touch."

"Okay." Qiao Rui hung up, initially not planning to go to Liancheng, but now she couldn’t rest easy without going.

She immediately called Jiang Jinfeng. "Fengfeng, Muyu might be in trouble, send two people with me to Liancheng."

"Something happened?" Jiang Jinfeng was taken aback. "What kind of trouble? I’ll accompany you."

"That’s fine." Qiao Rui didn’t stand on ceremony with Jiang Jinfeng, "Come pick me up, we can talk on the way, let’s leave immediately."

"I’m on my way." Jiang Jinfeng quickly gathered his things, took two capable assistants, and set off.

In Liancheng, as soon as Song Xun hung up, he immediately told Pei Liyan that Song Muyu might have been abducted by Chen Haimin.

At this time, if Song Muyu was abducted, it was very likely connected to Chen Haimin’s retaliation.

Upon hearing this, Pei Liyan immediately phoned Lu Heming. "Heming, I need you to track down Miss Song Muyu’s whereabouts right away, and keep an eye on Chen Haimin; we suspect he is acting out of personal revenge, but—we can’t rule out other possibilities either."

Lu Heming: "I’m on it."

Song Xun had already called home to ask when Song Muyu left, and the feedback was concerning; Song Muyu had left early in the morning and hadn’t come back at noon.

This expanded the search range; looking for someone in Liancheng was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Song Xun made arrangements for a search as well.

Meanwhile.

Song Muyu was brought to a warehouse, a vast storage space where a car drove inside; it was an endless sea of similarly structured warehouses, and no one was in sight.

Because she hadn’t been cautious enough, she inhaled some drugged powder that sapped her strength, which is why she was taken so easily.

As soon as she was dragged out of the car, Song Muyu saw Chen Haimin’s dark face.

Beaten black and blue, his face still swollen from the beating he received from Song Xun and Pei Liyan, the bruises on his face hadn’t faded, especially around the eyes—ringed with bruising, he resembled a panda.

At the sight of him, Song Muyu understood immediately: this was Chen Haimin’s revenge.

That evening, Song Xun had acted. She had vaguely learned the general reason from Song Xun’s assistant Gao Qi—it was because Chen Haimin had made a move on her and had said some frivolous words.

But as to what he actually said, she didn’t know.

She only knew that last night, when Song Xun had been teaching her a lesson, he had held her slender waist and said many words from behind her.

She shouldn’t have drunk with Chen Haimin, let alone paid attention to that kind of man.

Now, seeing Chen Haimin again—the man who last time had held her hand, refusing to let go at the door of the Ludao private room, taking advantage—she had a rough idea: this man had no good intentions.

It seemed Song Xun and Pei Liyan were right to beat him.

At first, she felt the two men’s actions were baffling—making a mountain out of a molehill, causing such embarrassment—but now it seemed they’d been completely justified.

Chen Haimin, upon seeing Song Muyu, did not say a word. He narrowed his eyes and walked towards her, grabbing the collar of her blouse as he got closer.

Immediately, Song Muyu smelled the stench of alcohol on his breath, which went straight to her head, almost making her vomit.

And Chen Haimin was leaning ever closer. He sneered, "You bitch, it was your luck that I took a liking to you. I wanted to court you properly, but since your brother refused the wine only to be forced to drink a penalty, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Song Muyu’s brow furrowed, her body involuntarily retreating. "What do you want?"

With a sneer and deliberately enunciated words, Chen Haimin replied, "Obviously, to play with you. Otherwise, how could I make up for the beating I suffered?"

At this point, Song Muyu had very little strength; she wasn’t sure just how much of the drug she had inhaled, but she could feel it was substantial.

Escaping on her own was out of the question.

Luckily, at the time of her capture, she was on the phone with Ruirui. With Ruirui’s intelligence, she must have realized she had been abducted.

Now, she needed to stabilize the situation, find a way to buy time, waiting for the opportunity, rather than confront Chen Haimin head-on.

She looked at Chen Haimin and asked, "Chen Ge, you said you wanted to pursue me?"

Chen Haimin paused, not expecting Song Muyu to say that. He squinted at her, his gaze fell to her, as though weighing her attitude.

"Yes, I said it. I want to pursue you."

"That’s not the way to chase me, Chen Ge!" Song Muyu tugged at the corner of her lip, gazing at Chen Haimin, flashing a smile that momentarily befuddled him.

Chen Haimin’s mind wavered, then he suddenly yanked open her blouse’s collar, revealing a patch of ambiguous love marks on her slender neck.

He immediately understood what those marks were.

Taken aback, Chen Haimin slapped Song Muyu hard across the face. "You whore, tell me, whose bed were you in last night?"

The slap from Chen Haimin made Song Muyu’s cheek redden and swell with a burning pain that made her squint. "Chen Ge, it’s none of your business whose bed I was in, is it?"