C74

Xing Chen, where are you?

Liang Jia readjusted her breathing, and then looked at him with a somewhat relaxed tone. "Then, Mr. Zhou, do you know that I want to open a painting exhibition? And then it was full of you. "

Zhou Xing Chen's eyes widened, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Really?"

Liang Jia started. Originally, she had only been joking around, but she had not expected Zhou Xing Chen to be so excited. With a slight frown, she said with a smile, "Alright."

"Let's go and buy some paint now." Zhou Xing Chen's style of doing things had always been swift and decisive. After standing up, he pulled Liang Jia up from her shock and tidied up her clothes, preparing to take her away.

When he thought about how he would be able to see himself painted by her, his eyes narrowed and his heart leaped with joy.

With a look of disbelief, Liang Jia let Zhou Xing Chen hold her hand and walk out of the villa.

Although she was somewhat dazed, Liang Jia immediately organized her thoughts, looking extremely calm and unhurried.

The car quickly arrived at the painting store. Liang Jia raised her head and looked at the old shop. Although the shop was old, the moment she pushed open the door, she saw that it was filled with all kinds of brushes and books.

She looked around the room, her mouth curling into a smile. She really liked it here.

Seeing that his wife liked him, the corners of Zhou Xing Chen's lips curled up in a smile. He was about to walk over when his phone rang. Seeing Liang Jia turn to look at him, he extended a hand to signal for her to go for a walk, then turned around to answer the phone.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be flustered as he stammered, "Director Zhou, this matter isn't good. You have to come back as soon as possible."

Zhou Xing Chen frowned. Seeing his wife walk into the pigments rack, he was slightly relieved. He turned around to answer the phone and said in a low voice, "Don't panic yet. Speak slowly."

The subordinate swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Director Zhou, it's like this. The media saw that you withdrew some money from the Xia family a few days ago. Why are they talking about you?"

Zhou Xing Chen frowned as he saw Liang Jia smile at him with a jar of lemon yellow paint. Only then did he relax his brows and smile at her. He pressed down the line, saying that he understood and then retracted the line.

Liang Jia walked over with a smile. She seemed very happy, because he was a bit tired. She had to go back and deal with the company's situation, but he didn't trust her alone.

"Is there something wrong with the company?" Seeing that he had finished answering the call, Liang Jia looked slightly tired and guessed what was going on. She took his hand and said with a comforting smile, "If you have something to do, you should go back to the company first. I can manage it by myself, but who would dare to touch Mrs. Zhou?" With that, she raised her eyebrows proudly.

Seeing her fawning expression, the corners of Zhou Xing Chen's lips curved up in a faint smile. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Fine then. Stay here and don't leave. I'll be back in half an hour."

Liang Jia responded. She pulled him to the car door and said, "Don't worry. It won't be eaten by cats."

Zhou Xing Chen dotingly scratched her nose, then really drove away.

Liang Jia watched as Zhou Xing Chen walked away before returning to the shop. She probably never would have thought that there would be people in this world who didn't dare to touch Madame Zhou, but there were also people who wanted money more than their lives.

Especially those gamblers who had made a killing.

Liang Jia seemed to have sensed something. She turned around and saw that a few men had walked out from a corner. The man standing in the back was slightly fat. His beard looked a bit messy and a bit wretched. His hand rubbed the handle of his spear as he slightly moved forward a few steps. His companions all unconsciously stepped aside, and with a little arrogance and a bit of absent-mindedness, they stared at Liang Jia and asked in a deep voice, "You are Liang Jia? Li Yin's sister, Zhou Xing Chen's wife? "

Liang Jia's fingers stealthily and forcefully gripped each other, revealing an indifferent yet polite smile. "I'm not. You've found the wrong person."

"You are not?" The gun in his hand flipped a few times, then he suddenly picked up the gun and forcefully fired a shot into the sky. With a "peng" sound, it broke several pedestrians, and when passersby saw this situation, they all lowered their heads as if they didn't see it, slowly walking forward. Meanwhile, the middle-aged uncle of the paint shop was so scared that he didn't know what to say.

True, who wouldn't want to die?

There was a mocking smile in Liang Jia's eyes as she tightly clenched his fingers, not daring to loosen them. She stared straight at the slightly plump man in front of her.

Seeing that her bearing was not ordinary and that she was calm, the man smiled appreciatively. "I've long since heard that young master Zhou's wife, Liang Jia, is indeed not a simple woman. It seems that what I've said is true." His chin slightly lifted, and a few men surrounded Liang Jia. " "What about you? Do you want to be caught and taken back, or do you want to walk back yourself?"

Liang Jia knew that this slightly plump man in front of her was certain that she was Liang Jia. If she continued to deny that something bad might happen, she would calm her heart and say in a deep voice, "Why?"

"There's a kid who owes us tens of millions in our casino and you're his sister." He looked at her with a cold smile. "Why don't we go back and talk about it, Mrs. Zhou?"

Liang Jia still wanted to fight back, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden pain on her neck as her body tripped and fell in vain. The man beside her quickly used a black cloth to cover her eyes, and without any hesitation, he carried Liang Jia onto a long black car.

Li Yin slept on a sofa on the side of the ice-cold room. The buzzing sound of his phone broke the silence in the room. The boy frowned, his expression downcast from being disturbed by others in his sleep. He tapped the screen impatiently with his large hand.

When he saw the message, his back suddenly felt cold, and a wave of uncontrollable evil energy rose up.

The message was written in cold, bold letters: "Your beloved sister is in my hands. I believe you will find a way to repay the 90 million."

The cold pierced into his heart.

Ice cold water poured down from Liang Jia's head, and her beautiful oval face instantly turned somewhat pale. Liang Jia's head was a little dizzy, and she still hadn't woken up. She heard a man's deep voice say, "Wake her up!"

She still couldn't open her eyes, even though she could hear the man's screams.

After a second of silence, his face burned with pain. The man slapped her in the face! This time, she felt a buzzing in her ears, and her head felt heavy. Finally, she struggled to open her eyes.

Liang Jia's lips were a little dry. She licked her white lips and spoke with a hint of hoarseness in her voice. "Water …"

Someone lifted her chin and felt a sudden sensation on her chin. Liang Jia tilted her head in disgust. The man retracted his hand and said in a low voice, "We won't touch you now, but it's hard to say if Li Yin will pay up."

Time passed second by second.

Inside the quiet room, Li Yin's mind was making a final, dying struggle. His fingers tightened and began to panic. He simply didn't dare to imagine that if something happened to Liang Jia, he would absolutely not live!

He grabbed the coat beside him and pushed the door open without hesitation.

For Liang Jia, even if he had to kneel down and beg Zhou Xing Chen, he would admit it.

When he landed on the window, the man frowned as he checked the documents in front of him. From time to time, he would use a golden pen to write his name down on a piece of paper. There were a lot of documents in front of him.

The fact that the media had released his withdrawal had seriously affected the Xia family's reputation. He suspected that the Zhou family already had a commercial spy with them. It seemed like it was time to clean up the mess.

A hubbub broke out from outside the door as a few people pulled at each other. Zhou Xing Chen looked through the crack in the door to see that the few brawny men pulling on the door were the familiar Li Yin.

Li Yin's hair was a mess, his eyes had a tinge of red in them, and his black coat was a mess.

"Let him in." he said in a deep voice.

Li Yin broke free from the strong men's grasp, his face grim. He walked straight towards Zhou Xing Chen, slapping the table with both hands. Zhou Xing Chen looked up from the pile of documents at him, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Did you know that your wife was taken away?!" Li Yin was on the verge of going crazy, and his tone was tinged with anger.

Zhou Xing Chen frowned, as if he didn't understand what was going on. Just half an hour ago, he had received Liang Jia's message that she was safe and sound, telling him to work in peace. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here reviewing documents. But his eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw how mad Li Yin was.

Since she had warned him, he shouldn't have come so quickly. Unless he had nowhere else to go …

"Speak clearly." Zhou Xing Chen stood up, his face grim as he grabbed the man's collar. Li Yin was a little angry and a little regretful. "I owe them a gamble. Because of this money, Jia Yue was kidnapped. Those people want me to pay them back."

"Ridiculous!" Zhou Xing Chen was infuriated, losing his usual calm demeanor as he punched Li Yin in the face. Li Yin cried out in pain, his face burning with pain. But he knew he was in the wrong and kept his mouth shut.

Zhou Xing Chen couldn't be bothered to look at him any longer. Throwing him to the side, he took out his phone and made a call, quickly walking out of the room.

Li Yin was stupefied. He sat on the ground in a daze as he watched Zhou Xing Chen's departing back. A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

Inside the abandoned house, Liang Jia was tied to an old wooden chair. She bit her lips and watched her kidnapper casually press a few buttons on her cell phone. She lowered her eyes, feeling a pang of despair.

Half an hour ago, Xing Chen had said that he would come back to pick her up. She had wanted to stall for time, but the kidnappers had long since heard her conversation with Xing Chen. At this moment, she was most likely sending a message to Xing Chen on her cell phone.

Heh, her heart was like an ice cube that had fallen into hell.

When a man came up to her and lifted her chin and forced her to look up, Liang Jia frowned in disgust and the man narrowed his eyes and slapped Liang Jia hard in the face. "It is your honor to look at you."

Liang Jia lowered her head and didn't say anything. She felt that the slap on her face was like a brand of shame. Her fingers unconsciously tightened and her entire body became vigilant.

Xing Chen, where are you?