Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 127 - 126: Really Want to Praise and Send a Few

Chapter 127: Chapter 126: Really Want to Praise and Send a Few

Lin Nianhe looked at her acquaintance, unable to utter a word, could only look at him with tearful eyes.

Uncle Niu glanced at her, seemed wanting to say something, didn’t say it, and then glanced again...

Lin Nianhe blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Cough cough."

The old man coughed twice and said to the person holding Lin Nianhe: "It’s just a little girl, how much harm can she do? That’s enough."

Perhaps Lin Nianhe’s excessive compliance had relaxed the leading kidnapper a bit. He glanced at Lin Nianhe, remained silent for a moment, then jerked his chin upwards at her: "Get on the vehicle yourself."

Lin Nianhe was exceptionally obedient, but as she passed by Uncle Niu, she forcibly retched.

Seeing her like that, Uncle Niu hesitated for a long while with the whip in his hand, then said: "Take out whatever’s in her mouth, don’t suffocate her to death."

The strong man hesitated: "But this is outside, what if she starts screaming?"

"What to do? Just say she’s my granddaughter, and she’s gone crazy," Uncle Niu said with his gaze lowered, his tone flat as if he had done this sort of thing with ease before.

Perhaps truly afraid of suffocating Lin Nianhe to death, the two strong men looked at each other. One of them pulled out a knife and pressed it against Lin Nianhe’s back, while the other warned: "If you dare to shout, we’ll just stab you to death!"

Lin Nianhe nodded vigorously, her eyes full of hope as she looked at him.

The strong man removed the rag, and Lin Nianhe finally breathed evenly again.

"Uncle Niu, this is..."

"Girl, don’t blame your Uncle, blame only the fact that you got involved in things you shouldn’t have," Uncle Niu cut her off, speaking for himself, "Be obedient, stay put, and Uncle will ensure nothing happens to you."

Lin Nianhe sneered in her heart, but smiled on the surface: "Okay."

She looked around, unavoidably puzzled—were these guys really planning to just brazenly leave with a bound person on the ox cart, shaking and swaggering off?

The next second after this thought arose, a blanket was thrown over her head.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Can she consider this, wish fulfilled?

The ox cart sank a little as the two men also got on it. Uncle Niu flicked the whip, and the old ox moved its legs, the ox cart rolling forward.

After about five minutes, Lin Nianhe moved and said softly: "Uncle Niu, I’m almost suffocating."

Her voice was frail and helpless, as if choking back sobs.

After a while, Uncle Niu sighed: "Are you two dim-witted? Don’t cover the blanket so tightly."

A small gap was lifted in the blanket, and Lin Nianhe took a long breath.

At this moment, she was no longer so tense because she realized from Uncle Niu’s words that these people didn’t want to take her life.

As long as she didn’t die, there was room for manoeuvre.

As for the so-called "things you shouldn’t have got involved in," thinking about it, it could only be about yesterday’s incident.

Tch, had she known photographing Scarface would cause so much trouble, she would have exerted more effort yesterday.

Lin Nianhe lay quietly for a while, estimating the distance to the village based on the speed.

Moments later, she said tremblingly: "Uncle Niu, can you just talk to me about anything? Anything will do, I’m scared."

"Ah... you poor girl, just cursed with bad luck..."

Uncle Niu sighed again.

Then he began to ramble on with idle chatter.

His words were very scattered, as if deliberately avoiding certain topics. He talked about his younger days.

Lin Nianhe listened, occasionally responding with an "Mhm," then waited and waited... hoping that Uncle Niu, like Zhao Zhuangshi, would get too caught up in conversation and flip the ox cart.

She was sure that there were only sporadic footsteps or bicycle sounds nearby, quickly fading away, probably passersby.

In other words, those guys who scared her... the ones who made her choose to stay put hadn’t followed her.

But Lin Nianhe had waited so long that she was almost falling asleep, and the good fortune of the ox cart falling into a ditch never happened.

Uncle Niu proved with action that overturning the cart was really because Zhao Zhuangshi was unreliable, and it had nothing to do with Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe felt the cart slow down and heard the sound of footsteps clustering. They had arrived in town.

It was then that a pair of big hands appeared in front of her, stuffing that rag back into her mouth.

Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes at those hands and then concentrated, making an effort to remember every turn the ox cart made.

After five left turns and seven right turns, the cart stopped.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to move, someone lifted her along with the quilt over their shoulder and took her off the cart like a sack of potatoes.

"Big brother, I’ve brought the person. Should I go tell that kid?"

"What’s the rush? Put her in the west room first, let him search for a while before sending someone to give the message. It’s easier to deal with them when they’re desperate."

"Haha, big brother you’re always so cunning..."

"Shit, keep your mouth shut if you can’t speak properly."

Lin Nianhe only heard them say so much before she was thrown onto the hard kang bed.

Luckily, there was that worn quilt to cushion her fall, so it wasn’t too severe.

The quilt scattered as she landed, and Lin Nianhe saw a broken window. She didn’t know what it had been through, with its wooden frame rotten and damaged, and only a few shards of glass remaining.

Through the window, she saw a pile of scrap metal outside. They must have been confident about their place, as Lin Nianhe didn’t see many people around.

"What are you looking at!" The brawny man in front of her yelled angrily.

Lin Nianhe cooperated and pretended to shudder with fear.

The brawny man finally felt a sense of achievement as a kidnapper. He picked up a large wooden board that had fallen to the ground and covered the window.

After doing this, he turned around, looked at Lin Nianhe, and sneered sinisterly: "Stay put here, and don’t try anything funny. No one will come even if you scream your lungs out!"

With that, he turned and left.

The sound of iron chains rattling could be heard outside; the door had been locked.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

If you don’t want me to yell, then why not take the cloth out of my mouth!

Lin Nianhe rolled her eyes and slowly sat up.

She dragged herself toward a corner and leaned against it, then with a thought, a first aid cutter appeared in her palm.

She slowly cut through the ropes and began to deduce the rough location of the scrapyard based on the turns she had memorized on the way here.

Currently, she wasn’t worried about Wang Shumei and Wen Lan. Clearly, Fu Aiguo wanted to isolate her. They were using her to threaten Su Yuncheng, and it was highly likely that those two women would be fine.

As for whether they wanted to rescue Scarface, secure their own way out, or were still after the goods... Lin Nianhe had no idea.

She didn’t ponder for long, as the ropes that bound her soon snapped.

While tied up, her arms felt numb, and it was only after they were loosened that she began to feel the pain.

The pain and numbness were unbearable.

Lin Nianhe, trembling, removed the rag from her mouth and then shook her arms strenuously.

She didn’t care what these people were up to anymore; all she knew was that she, the transmigrator, had never been treated like this since her transmigration!

If she didn’t get her revenge, she would not rest easy.

Lin Nianhe pulled out a dagger from her calf, cut the rope she had just sliced into two more pieces, and even sat back down again, with her hands tied behind her, making several shallow marks on the earthen wall with her dagger, resembling the scratches accidentally left while struggling to get a hold of the dagger.

At this moment, Lin Nianhe truly admired herself from the bottom of her heart—she had managed to hide her little secret even in such a situation.

Once she got out, she deserved a good meal to praise herself.