bayedsolid Chapter 351 Kidnapping
Chapter 351 Kidnapping
Just as Xiao Qinxi was about to tear off the leaves that were covering the group, a shout suddenly came from behind.
"Xiao Xi."
It was Madam Qin's voice.
It turned out that after Madam Qin finished her worship, she turned around and saw that her granddaughter was nowhere to be seen, so she hurriedly called out to her.
Upon hearing her grandmother's voice, little Qin Xi immediately stopped what she was doing and, with her chubby little legs, ran towards Madam Qin.
Yan Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a look of bewilderment flashed across her face as her gaze remained fixed on that small figure.
"Mom, was that your older sister? Why don't we go see her?"
Xiao Yan turned his head to look in the direction the little girl had gone, his eyes sparkling and his face full of joy—his older sister was just as cute as him!
Yan Lan looked down at her son, her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.
She didn't know how to explain to her young son the complicated and unresolved grievances between her and Qin Shi.
Since her divorce, she has deliberately blocked all news about Qin Shi, unwilling to touch that past again.
Her son was so smart, she didn't want him to get involved in these conflicts too early and cause him unnecessary trouble.
Yan Lan raised her hand and ruffled the little guy's soft hair, but ultimately said nothing.
Xiao Yan blinked her round eyes, seemingly sensing her mother's predicament. She wisely refrained from asking further questions and simply held her mother's hand tightly.
As they were talking, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have been dyed with ink, pressing down heavily, and the air became stuffy and oppressive, looking like it was about to rain.
As Yan Lan led Xiao Yanchao out of the gate of Nanshan Cemetery, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes broke the surrounding tranquility.
Yan Lan's pupils contracted sharply, her gaze instantly drawn to several black cars parked by the roadside—one of which had a license plate ending in "494".
It was exactly the same license plate number as the kidnappers' car that appeared in her dream!
In an instant, a chill ran up Yan Lan’s spine from the soles of her feet.
"Mom?" Xiao Yan was startled by the sudden noise. She looked up at her mother in confusion, only to find that her mother's fingers tightened instantly, with a force that was somewhat painful.
Yan Lan's gaze was fixed on those cars, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She saw four bodyguards from the Qin family fighting with several men dressed in black, while Madam Qin hurriedly got out of the car carrying little Qin Xi. Before she could even stand up straight, another black sedan suddenly stopped in front of them.
Two tall men quickly stepped forward, restrained the panicked Mrs. Qin, and, ignoring little Qin Xi's crying and struggles, roughly shoved the little girl into the car.
"Chaochao, listen to what Mommy has to say."
Yan Lan suddenly squatted down, her voice as soft as a falling feather, yet firm.
She quickly took out a respirator and carefully put it on her son's face. "Go hide in that car now," she said, pointing to a car parked not far away. "Stay put and don't come out. Mom has something urgent to take care of and will be back to find you soon."
Just as Xiao Yan was about to say something, she was stunned by the rare sharp look in her mother's eyes.
This was the first time Yan Lan had shown him such a serious expression, causing him to subconsciously hold his breath.
Yan Lan quickly put on a mask as well, and then darted out like an arrow.
She raised her hand and pulled out the nib of the fountain pen from her body. With a nimble twist of her wrist, a thin needle shot out from the pen and pierced the back of a man in black with perfect accuracy.
The man groaned, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Taking advantage of that brief moment, Yan Lan snatched the car keys from his waist and, with a swift motion, plunged the nib of her pen into the throat of another black-clad man who lunged at her.
Yan Lan started the car, the engine roared, and she stepped on the gas. The car sped off like lightning, chasing after the car that had kidnapped Xiao Qinxi.
Not long after Yan Lan chased after her, Madam Qin was helped up from the ground by two bodyguards who rushed over.
Her clothes were covered in dust, her hair was disheveled, and she was still trembling from the shock and panic of her granddaughter being kidnapped.
Seeing the direction in which her granddaughter had been taken, Madam Qin felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, and her whole body trembled even more violently.
Her voice trembled, and she screamed through a sob, "Quickly, call Qin Shi! Tell him to come over right now! Hurry!"
She clutched her chest tightly with one hand. If anything happened to Xiaoxi... Madam Qin dared not think any further; the terrible consequences sent chills down her spine.
Just then, a black sedan suddenly sprang out from the shadows like a lurking beast. The window rolled down silently, revealing a dark gun barrel.
Two gunshots rang out, muffled and short, yet carrying deadly power.
The two bodyguards who had just helped Madam Qin up fell to the ground with a thud, and blood quickly stained the ground beneath them.
Madam Qin's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed again. The cold gun barrel was like the scythe of death, making her stiff and unable to move, unable even to utter a cry for help.
At the critical moment, an orange toy remote-controlled car suddenly darted out from the intersection, skillfully avoiding obstacles on the ground, and "whoosh" disappeared under the chassis of the black sedan.
As the remote-controlled car emitted a crackling sound of interference, the car's tires suddenly began to slip uncontrollably, and the car body began to shake violently.
Then, with a loud "bang," it crashed heavily into the roadside guardrail, scattering glass shards and parts all over the ground.
"Grandma."
A small figure wearing a mask suddenly ran out from behind the bushes nearby; it was Xiao Yanchao.
He ran quickly to Madam Qin's side, took her cold, trembling hand, and felt the warmth in her small palm.
The little boy's palms were warm, but his voice was unusually calm, which was very different from his age: "Let's go, let's get out of here quickly."
The two held hands and stumbled as they quickly fled the dangerous place.
Madam Qin didn't know how long she ran until she turned into a quiet alley and confirmed that there were no pursuers behind her. Only then did the little boy let go of her hand.
The old man leaned against the wall, bent over, and gasped for breath. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost bursting out of his chest, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was about to smoke.
"Little friend, thank you... thank you so much..." Madam Qin's voice trembled heavily, and her fingers shook violently.
She hurriedly reached for her handbag, intending to take out her phone to contact Qin Shi, but found that she had lost her handbag somewhere in the chaos.
A wave of immense despair washed over her, almost overwhelming her.
"Grandma, do you want to make a phone call? Use mine."
The little boy spoke in a childish voice, took out a small genius watch from his pocket, and handed it to Madam Qin.
Although the mask covered most of his face, his soft, childlike voice was like a warm stream, miraculously soothing Madam Qin's extremely tense nerves.
With tears in his eyes, the old man accepted the watch, his fingertips trembling as he fumbled across the screen before finally dialing Qin Shi's number...
Meanwhile, the black sedan that had kidnapped Xiao Qinxi was speeding wildly down the street, its wheels kicking up dust as it quickly merged into the busy traffic ahead, trying to confuse its tracks.
Inside the car sat three men in black. The two in the front row were responsible for driving and keeping watch, while the one in the back row used a rough, large hand to tightly cover Xiao Qinxi's mouth, preventing her from making a sound.
"Ah!" the thug suddenly cried out in pain, his face showing a look of agony.
It turned out that when he wasn't paying attention, Xiao Qinxi bit his hand that was covering her mouth with all her might. Her small teeth were like sharp knives, deeply embedded in his flesh.
The man was immediately enraged and raised his other hand, slapping the other man across the face without hesitation.
"Slap!" The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the closed carriage, carrying a loud force.
Five bright red finger marks immediately appeared on Xiao Qinxi's fair and delicate cheeks, like a sudden and glaring red mark.
Xiao Qinxi's head was turned to one side after being hit. After a few seconds of stunned silence, her small mouth pursed in grievance, and fear and grievance burst into tears.
She suddenly burst into tears, and tears streamed down her face.
She was so scared.
The man in black driving in front was annoyed by the piercing crying. He glared at the back seat through the rearview mirror and yelled, "Tell her to shut up! It's so noisy!"
In the blink of an eye, a car suddenly accelerated from the side and rear, closely following their rear, with only a few meters between the two vehicles.
"Could it be that someone discovered it?"
Upon seeing this, the man in black who had been bitten in the back row immediately tensed up, involuntarily leaning forward and asking in a strained voice.
As he spoke, he covered Xiao Qinxi's mouth even harder, almost suffocating her, and the little girl's face turned red.
"Impossible!" The man in black driving the car smirked and slammed on the gas pedal, causing the car to accelerate rapidly in an attempt to shake off the cars behind.
"That old woman is definitely dead. As for her father..."
He glanced contemptuously at Xiao Qinxi in the back seat through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of disdain and mockery: "Right now, he's probably busy celebrating his precious son's birthday. He wouldn't care about this unwanted money-loser."
Xiao Qinxi's crying suddenly stopped as if it had been cut off.
Her tear-streaked face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, as if all her strength had been drained away.
It's unclear whether she was devastated by the news of Madam Qin's "death" or whether the words "birthday party" were like a needle piercing the softest spot in her heart.
She sat there blankly, her large eyes empty and devoid of their former luster. Tears still clung to her long eyelashes like glistening dewdrops, but she could no longer cry out.