She shook her head desperately in the water, wanting to erase Zhao Jianhua's voice from her mind, unwilling to believe that a man as seemingly perfect as Qin Tianyi could be her enemy.
"Xiaoya, are you done washing?" Her mother's knock sounded from outside. She turned down the faucet and replied, "Almost done," then forced herself to be rational and calm.
But the thought of her having had such a relationship with Zhao Jianhua, who was like her father's generation, made her scrub herself again with all her might.
The invoice did indeed bear Xiao Anjing's signature. To uncover the truth and seek revenge, Zhao Jianhua was right; she had to forget her initial admiration for Qin Tianyi and still rely on Zhao Jianhua's help.
When she returned to work at Aoxiang, her mindset had completely changed. She no longer held any illusions about Qin Tianyi.
And every time she saw Xiao Anjing, she felt an unspeakable hatred. In her heart, she was convinced that Xiao Anjing had ruined her father's company, indirectly leading to her father's suicide.
Her heart was dead, and she only wanted to find out what kind of goods her father's company had shipped to Aoxiang's warehouse at that time.
Therefore, every day, besides cleaning the top floor, she thought about finding clues in the storage and transportation department.
Aoxiang's storage and transportation department was on the fourth floor. The access control was not very strict, and there were no obvious office area divisions.
She had peeked into the storage and transportation department a few times from outside. It was bustling inside, with everyone speaking loudly.
Some were busy packing, some were tallying the constantly changing inbound and outbound quantities, and some sat at desks organizing invoices... Organized invoices and documents were placed in the filing cabinets behind the desks.
She observed that the filing cabinets were unlocked.
She also asked the cleaner responsible for the storage and transportation department's hygiene, "Look at them, just leaving the invoices and documents like this. Aren't you afraid of them being seen?"
The cleaner smiled and told her, "Oh, those invoices aren't confidential documents. I heard people here say that the company's inbound and outbound goods all have proper procedures. They're legitimate goods, no need to hide anything."
"That's true. Our group is a formal, large-scale group. There's nothing we ship that can't be seen."
The cleaner, a middle-aged woman, looked at her and said, "By the way, why are you, a young girl, working in our cleaning team? A young lady like you should be sitting comfortably in an office."
"I wish I could sit in an office too. But you know how difficult it is to be officially hired in the group. I have to start as a cleaner first," Xi Xianya explained.
The cleaner thought her explanation made sense and didn't ask further.
But in her heart, she thought it should be easy to find the cargo transportation records from when her father had his accident.
...
In Tianyi's office, Xiao Anjing was reporting Xi Xianya's recent whereabouts and activities to him.
Tianyi listened and said strangely, "You're saying she's no longer watching my office and has gone to the storage and transportation department a few times?"
"Yes," An Jing said. "She got the preliminary plan last time. Is Zhao Jianhua satisfied with that?"
"How is that possible? Zhao Jianhua definitely wants to know our bidding price," Tianyi said with certainty, but he couldn't figure out why Zhao Jianhua sent her to the storage and transportation department.
Recently, their group and Zhao Jianhua's group had no competition in terms of freight.
An Jing nodded, thinking they should wait and see. However, the incident of Xi Xianya stealing the preliminary plan last time proved that she was indeed Zhao Jianhua's spy.
Just then, Susu called Tianyi, saying that Kang Xi had found the exact location where Shasha and her son were being held.
Tianyi still told Susu not to rush, and that he would arrange everything.
After talking to Susu, he looked at An Jing and raised an eyebrow, saying, "We have a more important matter to attend to."
An Jing immediately understood and grinned, saying, "I've already made arrangements for this. I'm just waiting for your command."
"Okay, all preparations can be put to use now."
...
Yang Shasha looked at the tally marks drawn on the iron walls of the container. She and her child had been locked up for almost a month.
The child had adapted to the cramped space. The one who could walk no longer did, relying entirely on crawling.
She herself hadn't been able to stand up straight for a long time, only able to crawl on her knees within the limited space.
Every day, she cursed the Xie family matriarch countless times. When she got out of here, the first person she wanted to kill was the Xie family matriarch!
Today, she heard movement outside the container again, thinking it was someone coming to deliver food.
She immediately banged desperately on the iron wall and shouted, "Let us out! We'll pay any amount of money!"
But the people outside didn't open the container door directly; instead, they were prying it open with great effort.
She felt that something was not right, so she quickly hugged her child and hid in the innermost part, not knowing what these people wanted to do now.
The second time the matriarch's people came to deliver food, she discovered that even though the container door was open, she was completely unable to stand up and escape.
After a long period of not standing, without time for recovery, one could not walk normally.
After a while, the door was pried open from the outside. But she found that it wasn't the people who had delivered food before. It was several men she didn't recognize at all, including a blond foreigner.
Clutching onto hope, she shouted at them, "Who are you? Are you here to save us?"
No one answered her. One of them pulled open a can he was holding and threw it into the container.
Shasha thought it was a bomb and, terrified, hugged her child tightly. The can instantly emitted a pink gas.
She quickly covered her and her child's mouths and noses, but still inhaled the gas, and both of them fainted.
When she woke up, she found her hands securely bound and was lying in the living room of a strange house.
The blond man she had seen before she fainted was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching her.
But she couldn't see her child. She struggled frantically and asked, "Where is my child? My child, give me back my child!"
The man had brown eyes. He stared at her, smiled coldly, and said, "If you want to see your child, you can. Just plead guilty obediently."
"Who are you? The police?" Shasha asked, confused.
The man shook his head and said, "I'm one of Brother Yu's men. He's about to be sentenced to death, and you must step forward to save him."
"You're Yu Wei's man?" Shasha asked, trying to look at him, puzzled.
"Yes. Brother Yu has been kind to me. When he's in trouble, I have to help him."
Although Shasha's hands were still tied, she felt that she finally had a chance to regain her freedom in such a spacious place and hearing that this person was Yu Wei's subordinate.
Fortunately, her feet were not tied; they were free. She tried to stand up, but still couldn't, only able to kneel on the ground.
The man who called himself Yu Wei's subordinate walked up to her, lifted her chin, and smelled a strange odor from her hair. He couldn't help but fan his nose and said, "As long as you're willing to surrender yourself to the police station and get Brother Yu out, I'll untie you right now."