"You can. As long as you let her go now, I'll agree to any demands you have."
That would be great.
Earning a million from the employer, and they were already struggling to divide it among the brothers. Who would have thought they'd encounter such a generous man?
Asking him for five million without batting an eye. Their luck at the end of the year was too good.
The brothers exchanged a glance, their joy palpable.
"Come here, get in the car with us."
"It's easy to let her go. Once the money is in my account, we can leave in minutes."
Zhan Beijue looked at them expressionlessly, "Let her go first. If you're afraid I'll cheat you out of the money, I'll switch places with her."
"Let her leave. I'll transfer the money from the car. I'll pay whatever you ask for."
They would switch places?
They would pay whatever was asked?
Looking at Zhan Beijue's unusual attire, everyone knew he was no ordinary person and must be incredibly wealthy.
With such immense profit at stake, the employer's meager one million upfront payment and fifty thousand balance seemed insignificant.
Almost instantly, everyone was swayed by Zhan Beijue's words.
Four men emerged from the car, surrounding Zhan Beijue and thoroughly searching him.
Confirming he had nothing on him except a mobile phone, car keys, and no offensive weapons, they nodded to the men holding Jiang Nanfang.
The two released their grip, pushed Jiang Nanfang aside, and quickly approached Zhan Beijue with their knives.
"Get in the car."
"Don't even think about playing tricks. If you break your promise and betray us, we'll make you regret it."
Zhan Beijue, as if heading to work rather than certain death, remained calm and composed, offering no resistance.
Thus, with six people surrounding him, Jiang Nanfang watched as he was shoved into the van.
The car sped away, and the cold wind blew against her face again.
Zhan Beijue had been captured.
Captured by bad guys.
As the "enemy" who had caused the death of her child, someone was now going to deal with him for her, to make him suffer. Jiang Nanfang should have been happy.
But...
Looking at the dilapidated rear of the car, Jiang Nanfang didn't hesitate and immediately dialed the police.
Her inherent sense of morality wouldn't allow her to burn bridges or kick someone when they were down, even if she truly hated Zhan Beijue.
Rather than causing him distress through despicable means, she preferred to make him admit his wrongs wholeheartedly through her own efforts.
Zhan Beijue's kidnapping was definitely an event in Nancheng.
Soon, a special task force was established to rescue him.
Jiang Nanfang cooperated fully with the identification. The police blocked all major traffic intersections in Nancheng and reviewed surveillance footage from the incident and along the route.
Everyone was on high alert, skipping dinner, and maintaining a city-wide watch.
Finally, after more than six hours of waiting, around midnight, good news arrived.
The vehicle that had abducted Zhan Beijue was found on a secluded road leading to a small town outside Nancheng.
However, the vehicle had overturned into a roadside ditch, the perpetrators had fled, and Zhan Beijue was seriously injured and being rushed to the hospital.
Seriously injured? Being rushed to the hospital?
What kind of good news was this?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanfang immediately recalled seeing Zhan Beijue with the children in the news during their accident. Her heart clenched as if being squeezed, making it difficult to breathe.
How could this happen?
Wasn't he Zhan Beijue?
Wasn't he the god of Nancheng, an omnipotent figure?
Why, why was he experiencing so many incidents recently?
Seriously injured? Would he die?
If he did, would it count as dying for her?
If so...
Jiang Nanfang was escorted to the hospital by staff, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and mixed emotions.
Naturally, Ah Zhong had also arrived at the hospital.
Standing beside him, of course, were Zhou Jinbei and Mrs. Zhan.
The two had clearly just woken up, their faces bare, hair disheveled.
But even so, Mrs. Zhan had dressed elegantly and gracefully after hearing about her son's accident, her anxiety evident.
She wore a high-necked dark purple sweater, paired with a black knee-length skirt, and a black mink velvet coat.
At first glance, she appeared exceptionally noble and luxurious against the pale backdrop of the hospital.
But it was only superficial.
Her noble demeanor instantly crumbled the moment she saw Jiang Nanfang appear.
Before Zhou Jinbei and Ah Zhong could react, she pushed Zhou Jinbei's hand away and strode furiously towards Jiang Nanfang.
"Bitch, how dare you show your face here? What are you doing here? To see that Ah Jue hasn't been killed by you yet, and to add more fuel to the fire to curse him?!"
As Jiang Nanfang entered the corridor of the emergency room, she was met with a torrent of abuse from Mrs. Zhan, leaving her utterly speechless.
"..."
"Ever since you met him, tell me! How much bad luck has Ah Jue encountered?"
"First, he divorced at a young age. Then, a year after the divorce, without even verifying if the child was legitimate, he became a single father!"
"He was soft-hearted and raised the child alone. With great difficulty, he raised the child, and you came back to stir up trouble for them!"
"He had a car accident not long ago, his lungs hadn't fully recovered, and today he got into trouble again saving you!"
"I only have this one son! Everything I've done in my life is for him! I cherished him so much, fearing he would melt in my mouth or shatter in my hands! I never let him suffer!"
"After raising him so successfully with so much effort, you've come back to torment him!"
"Bitch, get out of here! He might be soft-hearted and easy to bully, but I'm not! You jinx, stay away from my son from now on!"
"If something happens to my son today, even the slightest thing, just you wait and see how I deal with you!"
As she spoke, Mrs. Zhan became increasingly agitated, even attempting to strike Jiang Nanfang.
Fortunately, there were enough staff members to block her on Jiang Nanfang's behalf.
"Mrs. Zhan, please calm down. This is a hospital. Please be quiet."
"It's already quiet enough! If it weren't for the fact that my son is in emergency rescue, I would have ordered someone to drag her out and beat her up immediately!"
"...Mrs. Zhan, you shouldn't say that. This is a lawful society. Hitting someone is against the law."
"Law or no law, if this damned woman dares to come near my son again, even if I have to risk my old life, I will kill her!"
"..."
Jiang Nanfang found herself feeling somewhat foolish.
On the way here, she had felt guilty and uneasy about Zhan Beijue's injury. But now...
He had a mother who loved him, a cousin who cared for him, subordinates loyal to him, and police officers who worried themselves sick over him.
Everyone was genuinely concerned about him. As his ex-wife, and one disliked by his mother, why was she barging in to join the commotion?
If he didn't die, it wasn't her place to worry.
If he died, it wasn't her place to mourn.
She deserved to be scolded for coming to make a fuss when she wasn't even allowed to enter the door.
Thinking this, Jiang Nanfang didn't retort, even though Mrs. Zhan was scolding her so harshly.
Sometimes, one deserved to be scolded to wake up. Scolding was good.
She didn't know where Zhan Beijue was injured, nor what happened to him later.
Thus, after enduring a scolding, Jiang Nanfang returned home alone.