Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

  In a daze, I even felt a little awake, but immediately became more uncomfortable. This feeling - was it from riding in a car? My hands and feet were tied up with rope, and I was curled up in the back seat, not knowing what road we were on, and the bumps were worse than usual. My stomach was about to burst.

  "Wait, wait, listen to the car first, I'm carsick, want to vomit, ah——” Fortunately, my mouth wasn't sealed by anyone, and fortunately, my reaction ability allowed me to rush to the window with a very ugly posture at the speed of light. As soon as I touched the outside air, I started vomiting...... But I'm a very kind person, I've tried my best not to vomit in the car......

  After all, this car seems to be still sitting in the short term.

  The people in the car seemed to have waited for me to finish vomiting and were resting when they finally reacted, a man wearing a black suit in the back seat with me nodded towards the front and said "I'm sorry". Then, he pulled me back from the window, my head heavily hitting the seat, although it was soft, but it caused another wave of dizziness. Damn it, can't these kidnappers even investigate the habits of their captives? I'm not kidding about being carsick, seasick and airsick!

  I struggled hard to break free from the ropes on my hands, not that they were tied loosely, but unfortunately not tight enough, now I was fighting for my life, how could I possibly not be able to break free?

  The rope came loose, and I rushed to the car window, continuing to vomit. The car was still speeding along, and the wind outside blew me awake a bit. Hmm, looking around at my surroundings, it turned out we had already gotten on the highway... If it were in the past, if I had woken up during the journey, I would have definitely considered jumping out of the window to escape immediately. But today, of all days, was the worst timing. Now I didn't even have any will to struggle, so I just obediently lay back down to rest.

  I think that if they want to save me, then naturally I don't need to make any signs or move my hands and feet, they will definitely find me. But if they don't want to save...

  I let out a slight sigh and gradually felt a sense of frustration.

  When I woke up, I was still on the road, but the sunset had gradually appeared.

  "Get this cheap girl as far away as possible, never to be found again." Hmm, this voice sounds familiar, seems like I just heard it not long ago, could it be...

  I struggled to open my eyes, suppressing the dizziness, and looked towards the front seat. It was indeed Fang Qinghao, who was covered in wounds but dressed neatly. How could she get out of bed so quickly? I remembered that I had hit her quite hard... As I thought about it, I took a closer look and found that there was a wheelchair placed beside her.

  So it seems that she is the mastermind behind the scenes?

  I really have to admire her for still tolerating me after what I did when I woke up earlier.

  "Yes, but miss, that means even if the ransom is paid, they won't return the hostage?" Another voice was heard, this voice was also very familiar, but couldn't remember when it was heard before.

  Fang Qing smiled and laughed, but the laughter was not as crisp as it used to be: "How could my purpose possibly be for that little money? Don't worry about so much, just do what you're told, this is the money for you, a total of 300,000."

  Should I be proud of myself for being worth a lot of money?

  Still have to admire Miss Fang's generosity!

  "... is." The middle-aged man's voice seemed to hesitate for a moment, and indeed, it was very familiar...

  After a while, the car stopped again. The man in black suit sitting next to me got off, and Fang Qinghao in the wheelchair also left. In short, there were only two people left on the bus, one was me, and the other was the driver who planned to take me "on the run".

  I kept recalling that voice, so familiar, really familiar!

  He muttered to himself, "Alas, such a young child, leaving home without saying goodbye. If it weren't for the recent drought at home, I wouldn't have had the heart to take such a small kid away. This is the second time I've kidnapped a child, and I must never do it again." I listened carefully, feeling that he was speaking from his heart, because this was just his monologue, unaware that I had already woken up. Someone who could say something like this must be a kind-hearted man!

  Come on, I'm already 16 years old, still "such a little kid"?!

  But thanks to these few sentences, I have some clues for my repeated thinking about this voice, especially the low sighs. If I'm not mistaken, could it be... "Uncle An?"