After speaking, Bandit A used his knife to cut the ropes, but did not untie the bindings.
Ai Wei's hands and feet were still tightly bound by ropes.
Listening to the receding footsteps, she couldn't help but bite her lip, sobbing softly—it was Du Ruoxin! It really was Du Ruoxin!
She wanted to warn her, that she played with her like an ant, capable of making her wish she were dead at any moment!
No—
"A Jing... A Jing..."
She wanted to find Rong Jingyang, she wanted to find him!
Ai Wei couldn't untie the ropes binding her hands and feet, and her body ached unbearably. Last night, her ribs were broken by the bandits, and coupled with the aftereffects of the car accident, at this moment, she felt as if her feet had stepped into the gates of hell, with only her body remaining outside.
Cannot die!
Cannot close her eyes!
She must find Rong Jingyang alive, she must get out.
Ai Wei, you can do it!
Enduring the tearing pain, the agony of broken bones, and unable to walk, Ai Wei could only drag her body towards the floor-to-ceiling window that had no glass installed. "Help—"
"Help—"
"Is anyone there?"
"Help—"
In the early morning, streaks of sunlight shone in, restoring a hint of color to her pale, snow-like complexion.
Ai Wei's mouth was dry, her head throbbed, and she felt dizzy.
She felt her life draining away little by little, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't walk.
Everywhere around her were waist-high grasses. As far as she could see, there was nothing but grass and dilapidated houses. She didn't know which forgotten corner this was.
In her current condition, she definitely couldn't walk out.
She could have died falling down the stairs without anyone knowing.
Fortunately, she could hear the honking of cars from the distance, so it wasn't some desolate backwater that filled her with despair!
"Help—"
"Will someone save me—"
Ai Wei kept shouting desperately, shouting and shouting. She didn't know how long she had been calling when she finally heard a response, "Who is it? Who's there! Don't be a ghost!"
Ai Wei was overjoyed and quickly explained, "I'm not a ghost, I'm not a ghost."
"Sister, I'm injured and can't walk."
"Sister, I feel so unwell—"
As she spoke, Ai Wei started to cry. The intense pain pushed her consciousness to the brink of collapse.
The three elderly women, walking together, looked at each other. With their companions for courage, they followed the sound towards Ai Wei.
"Ah!"
When they saw Ai Wei's miserable state—her clothes torn, her body covered in bruises, and dried bloodstains all over the ground, her hands and feet bound, appearing as if she had been abused—
The old women were shocked. "Little girl, what happened to you?"
"Call the police, call the police quickly!"
Someone took out their phone to dial 110 or 120, but Ai Wei stopped them, "No, don't call—"
"I'm afraid... afraid of retaliation..."
"Can I borrow your phone? I want... to call my husband..."
The old women hesitated for half a second upon hearing her words and handed over the phone. "Little girl, who did you provoke?"
"Why are they treating you like this?"
"If you ask me, you should call the police immediately."
"There's nothing in our city E that the police can't solve..."
Ai Wei couldn't hear the old woman's rambling. After taking the phone, she instinctively dialed Rong Jingyang's number, but it wasn't until the signal conveyed the ruthless automated response, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service," that she snapped back to reality.
Rong Jingyang's phone wouldn't accept calls from unknown numbers.
Disheartened, Ai Wei turned and dialed the number of Rong family's collateral branch daughter, who was also her good friend, "Xinxin, save me!"
"Tell your older brother to save me!"
"I'm going to die!"
"Wuwuwu—"