SFS Chapter 190 Qiaojiaba Factory
Chapter 190 Qiaojiaba Factory
Yao Qi nodded, then turned and walked to Jiang Songchu's side, saying softly, "Songchu, come, let me help you out. We'll go to the hospital right away."
Jiang Songchu nodded reluctantly, and Yao Qi carefully helped her up, her movements gentle yet very strong.
She picked up Jiang Songchu's coat and helped her put it on. Then she carefully put a hat, mask and scarf on her to make sure her face was covered up so that she would not be easily recognized by outsiders.
Seeing this, Chen Yun breathed a slight sigh of relief and was satisfied with Yao Qi's thoughtfulness.
"Yao Qi, you know Song Chu's identity is special, so be careful on the road and don't let the paparazzi take pictures."
Chen Yun gave another reminder, her tone tinged with worry.
Yao Qi nodded, her tone firm: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I will be careful."
After saying that, Yao Qi helped Jiang Songchu out of the restaurant and hailed a taxi.
Chen Yun stood at the door, watching them get into the car, feeling a little uneasy, but she had no other choice at the moment.
The taxi slowly drove into the night. Yao Qi sat in the back seat, gently holding Jiang Songchu's shoulder.
Jiang Songchu leaned back in her seat, her breathing still somewhat rapid, her eyes unfocused, as if she were already somewhat delirious.
Yao Qi glanced down at her, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.
"Driver, to the Affiliated People's Hospital of Nanlin City."
Yao Qi spoke to the driver calmly.
The driver nodded, and the car headed towards the hospital.
After confirming that the taxi was heading towards the hospital, Chen Yun turned back to the restaurant and began arranging for the other employees to return home safely.
However, just as the car passed an intersection, Yao Qi suddenly spoke up: "Driver, change the route and go to the Qiaojiaba factory in Songshan District."
The driver paused for a moment, then looked back at her with some confusion: "Qiaojiaba Factory? Wasn't it abandoned?"
Yao Qi smiled slightly and said calmly, "I know, I have something urgent to take care of over there. Thank you for your help."
Although the driver was a little puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions, turned the car around, and headed towards the suburbs.
Jiang Songchu seemed to hear Yao Qi's words in her drowsy state. She barely opened her eyes and asked in a weak voice, "Yao Qi...aren't we going to the hospital?"
Yao Qi glanced down at her, a complex look flashing in her eyes, and said softly, "Songchu, you should rest for a bit. We'll be there soon."
Jiang Songchu wanted to ask something more, but her consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, and she eventually closed her eyes helplessly.
The car sped through the night, gradually leaving the bustling city center. The surrounding lights became fewer and fewer, and the roads became narrow and desolate.
Finally, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory.
The factory's iron gate was rusty and overgrown with weeds, clearly indicating that it had been abandoned for a long time.
Yao Qi helped Jiang Songchu out of the car, paid the fare, and watched the taxi leave.
She stood at the factory gate, glanced down at Jiang Songchu who was already in a semi-conscious state, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"Songchu, don't blame me, you brought this on yourself."
Yao Qi said in a low voice, her tone tinged with coldness.
She helped Jiang Songchu into the factory, and the iron gate slowly closed behind her, making a harsh metallic scraping sound.
The factory was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight streaming in through the broken windows, illuminating the thick dust on the ground and the scattered abandoned machinery.
Yao Qi placed Jiang Songchu on a worn-out chair, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"I've brought the people, you can come over now."
Her voice was calm and decisive; it was all part of her plan.
After hanging up the phone, Yao Qi stood in front of Jiang Songchu, looking down at her pale face, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Songchu, you're too dazzling, so dazzling that it makes people jealous. If you weren't so outstanding, perhaps we could still be friends..."
Jiang Songchu seemed to have heard her words. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not make a sound.
Outside the factory, the night was deep, and a howling wind swept in, as if the dark, cloud-covered sky had been torn apart. Lightning flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the entire abandoned factory.
Thunder roared, causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if heaven and earth were roaring in anger at what was about to happen.
Raindrops pelted down like bullets, pounding against the factory's tin roof with a dense, resounding thud, as if countless hands were hammering at the abandoned building.
Inside the factory, Jiang Songchu remained unconscious, lying on the ground looking exceptionally vulnerable.
Her long hair was scattered messily on the ground, her face was as pale as paper, and sweat mixed with rainwater on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks.
Her clothes were soaked by the rain and clung to her body, outlining her slender figure.
The sudden flash of lightning made her figure stand out starkly in the darkness, like a shattered piece of porcelain, ready to be destroyed at any moment.
Just then, the factory's iron gate was suddenly pushed open, making a piercing metallic scraping sound.
A group of figures poured in from outside the door, their footsteps sounding particularly heavy amidst the sound of rain.
The person leading the group was none other than Joey, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
Her appearance instantly created a tense atmosphere throughout the factory.
Joey was wearing a black trench coat, the hem of which fluttered in the wind.
Her long hair was wet and clung to her cheeks, with raindrops dripping from the ends.
Her face was still beautiful, but her once bright eyes were now filled with gloom, and her gaze revealed a fierceness and resentment.
Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile, but there was no warmth in that smile; instead, it sent a chill down one's spine.
"Jiang Songchu, you've finally met your match."
Joey's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
She walked towards Jiang Songchu step by step, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground, each step feeling like a blow to the heart.
She crouched down, reached out and pinched Jiang Songchu's chin, forcing her to raise her head.
Jiang Songchu remained unconscious and powerless to resist.
Joey stared at her face, her hatred growing stronger.
"You know what? I think about this day every single day."
Joey's voice trembled slightly, as if her long-suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet.
"You're the one who ruined my life!"
Her voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roar.
Her fingers gripped Jiang Songchu's chin tightly, her nails almost digging into her skin.
Jiang Songchu's brows furrowed slightly, as if he felt pain, but he still did not wake up.
Qiao Yi released her grip, stood up, and looked down at Jiang Songchu, the hatred in her eyes almost tangible.
She turned to the people behind her and said, "Tie her up, I want her to taste the suffering I've endured!"