EBE Is she pregnant? (Chapter 518)
Is she pregnant? (Chapter 518)
After hanging up the phone, Xu Fangye returned to the lounge.
He crouched down, his fingertips brushing against the broken pieces of a cell phone on the floor, his gaze suddenly falling on the floor-to-ceiling window of the bathroom.
The curtains swayed gently in the wind, revealing the dark terrace outside.
He walked quickly over and opened the window.
The night wind, carrying a chill, blew in and ruffled his hair.
His gaze swept downwards, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
On the third-floor terrace, a huge new air chamber was prominently displayed, while the height between the second-floor terrace and the new air chamber was less than two meters.
No wonder the hotel's security cameras didn't capture anyone leaving from here, yet the person has disappeared.
Xu Fangye jumped down and easily landed on the third-floor terrace along the new air box.
When he went downstairs, he found a rolled-up white sheet lying quietly in the corner, with a few dark fibers stuck to the edge.
He picked up the sheet, running his fingertips along its folds, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Search."
He gave the order into the walkie-talkie, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority: "Search every inch of the hotel, even if you have to turn the whole hotel upside down, find them!"
The banquet hall was still brightly lit, and laughter filled the air as glasses clinked.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a tight net had been cast over every corner of the hotel, and a silent search was underway.
Fang Li at that time.
A dull pain shot through her head, as if a hand was violently churning inside, causing her to furrow her brow in agony even with her eyes closed.
A few seconds later, Fang Li regained consciousness and finally opened her eyes amidst the chaos.
The first thing that rushed into her nostrils was a pungent musty smell, mixed with the fishy odor of dust being stirred up, which made her want to cough.
However, when she opened her mouth, she found that her lips were stuck together with thick superglue, and when she tried to speak, she could only make a soft whimper, like a flying insect trapped in a glass jar.
Fang Li was startled.
He immediately exerted force with his wrists and realized that his hands were also bound to the iron chair back with thin straps. The cold metal pressed against his spine, and the chill seeped into his bones through the fabric.
She tried to move her ankle, but it was also tightly bound. The thin straps seemed to be embedded in her flesh, and any slight struggle brought sharp pain.
Her eyes seemed to be covered by a black cloth, and she could only see faint specks of light. The world was nothing but boundless darkness and empty echoes.
It was so quiet here. Apart from my own sobs, there wasn't a single sound from the outside world. It was as cold as an ice cellar in the dead of winter, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on my exposed neck.
Why is she here?!
As my chaotic thoughts gradually cleared, Song Yuchen's stubble-covered face suddenly popped into my mind.
Fang Li's heart felt as if it had been gripped by an icy hand, and it suddenly clenched.
She couldn't understand how the boy who used to blush when mocked at school had become this crazy person he is today.
Fang Li knew that now was not the time to wallow in self-pity or sigh with regret.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
The person who kidnapped her was Song Yuchen, not a stranger. His purpose was clear: he was after her. Did this mean that she was not in immediate danger?
As long as you don't provoke him, there will always be a way to escape.
Fang Li secretly reassured herself.
She took a deep sniff; the musty smell was mixed with a faint smell of cooking oil. When her wrist touched the armrest of the chair, she felt a patch of uneven rust, and her fingertips picked up some damp dust as she rubbed them against it.
The surroundings were very spacious. The sound of the chair being moved during the struggle echoed long through the space, indicating that the area was at least half the size of a basketball court.
With her mouth sealed shut, she couldn't speak; she could only listen carefully with her ears.
In the distance, there seemed to be a faint sound of machinery running, very soft, like the outdoor unit of a central air conditioning unit, or the rumble of an elevator.
If I'm not mistaken, this should still be some corner of the Haihuang International Hotel. Song Yuchen doesn't have the ability to get her out in such a short time.
The VIP lounge was on the third floor. He managed to move there without anyone noticing, which shows he's put a lot of effort into understanding the hotel's layout.
Fang Li's fingertips traced the rough surface of the chair. She suddenly remembered that Xu Fangye had said that there were several unused equipment rooms and warehouses on the top floor of Haihuang International, used to store spare tables and chairs for banquets. Apart from the property management staff who conducted regular inspections, almost no one went there.
So... could this be the warehouse that my brother was talking about?
Having guessed where she might be, Fang Li felt less nervous.
If it were at Neptune International, then it would only be a matter of time before her brother found her.
Now, what worries her even more is Han Xi.
She suddenly regretted sending him that voice message in the heat of the moment.
The voice message was retracted, but he must have heard crucial information.
Mamba is in a tense situation. Will he lose his composure because he's worried about me?
What if those old foxes catch us in a weakness...?
Fang Li's fingertips tightened suddenly, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the pain to force herself to stop her wild thoughts.
We cannot afford to be distracted now; we must find a way to escape danger as soon as possible.
"Squeak-"
The sound of the heavy door being pushed open broke the silence, accompanied by dragging footsteps, as if someone was pulling something heavy.
Fang Li's body tensed instantly, her back pressed against the cold chair back, and she looked warily toward the source of the sound.
Song Yuchen dragged a folding chair and stopped a meter away from her, putting it down with a clatter.
The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against the concrete floor made Fang Li's eardrums ache.
He sat down in the chair, making a rustling sound as the fabric rubbed together, and then fell silent.
In the darkness, Fang Li could feel a burning gaze falling on her face, filled with a frenzied obsession and resentment.
She twisted her body violently, letting out angry sobs, as if questioning what he wanted to do.
Song Yuchen remained silent for a long time, so long that Fang Li thought he wouldn't speak, when a slightly cool hand suddenly reached out and removed the blindfold from her eyes.
The bright light made Fang Li squint instantly. She blinked hard before she could see her surroundings clearly.
It was indeed a storeroom. Against the wall were stacks of more than a dozen folding tables and chairs. The white banquet chairs were covered with a thick layer of dust, and some of the chair legs were wrapped with colorful wedding ribbons.
Opposite her was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, its glass covered in dust. Outside, the night was so thick it was impossible to see a single light, and even the distant city skyline was swallowed up by the heavy darkness.
Fang Li's heart sank slightly; this place was indeed very high and terrifyingly remote.
"woke up?"
Song Yuchen's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on Fang Li's lower abdomen. "Now you can tell the truth, are you pregnant?"