"Tell your experience of being in danger, from beginning to end, exactly as it is, without omitting anything or exaggerating."
Yin Lihua was very unhappy when her husband gave her cold orders.
"Zhong Qinghai, what do you mean? Are you unhappy that I come back alive?"
"Asshole!"
Old Mrs. Yin slammed the table and stared at her daughter angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Just say what I told you to say, don't talk nonsense."
"Mom, even you favor Zhong Qinghai? I am your daughter, who does he count? Where was he when I was kidnapped?"
"Lihua, can you please stop being so messy? If we want to settle old scores, let me ask you, where were you when Qinghai was trapped in the mountains for five days and five nights last year, and when Ali went into the mountains to look for him alone?"
Facing the old mother's questioning, Yin Lihua became hesitant.
"Didn't I feel sorry for the travel money at that time? A trip abroad is very expensive, so I can't waste it."
"Hmph! In your eyes, where does Qinghai rank? Tell me, is money more important? Or Qinghai's life?"
"Mom, there are two completely different things. You can't turn your elbows outward. I'm your daughter."
"It's useless to talk to me. Are you pretending to be confused now? I'm here to help you with your affairs, not your marriage."
"Qinghai hasn't slept at all these past few days. He's sent people everywhere to look for you. Why are you dissatisfied?"
"Then why didn't you find me? If it weren't for my cleverness and ability, I would still be locked up in a shabby factory."
Finally, we finally got to the point.
Su Jian couldn't help but said, "Auntie, where is Qian Shixue now?"
"Qian Shixue? How did you know Qian Shixue kidnapped me?"
"Everyone knows, aunt, that he asked for a ransom of 10 million, otherwise he would break the deal. Uncle is worried about you, and has the money ready, and is waiting to pick you up from the trading place."
Ten million? Real or fake? Why didn’t she listen to Qian Shixue’s words in the factory that her ransom was ten million?
Yin Lihua pouted, "Come on? Stop lying to me with your lies. How can he have ten million?"
"Uncle doesn't have it, I do!"
"What? You have it?"
Yin Lihua laughed and said, "How can you die if you don't brag? You, a girl from the countryside, can earn ten million? Is the money stamped by your family?"
"Shut up!"
Old Mrs. Yin was furious. She called her younger daughter, and her grandson Qiao Yifeng happened to answer the phone. He dropped a bombshell to her, saying that Yin Lihua had been kidnapped and a ransom of 10 million was demanded.
She immediately summoned her four sons to discuss what to do.
Of course, the four brothers couldn't watch their sister in danger. Each family pooled some money together, but the total amount was less than one million. With this huge sum of money, the old lady went to Beijing alone to redeem her daughter.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Qinghai had already prepared the money and was waiting for the kidnapper to call and tell them the transaction location. The money was provided by Su Jian. She was stunned on the spot.
Ten million, what is the concept?
Ten million can buy fifty quaint Jiangnan courtyards left behind by her ancestors.
Who wouldn't be surprised that a young girl can spend tens of millions at once?
"Hurry up and tell everyone where the kidnappers are?"
Yin Lihua still didn't believe that Zhong Qinghai prepared 10 million to save her.
Time waits for no one. Although people outside have already asked the driver who sent the person back and searched the abandoned factory near the national highway, Yin Lihua's ability to tell the specific situation will reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.