The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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She tried to stand up by climbing the wall, and after a long effort, she finally stood up with her back to the wall. Ao Qijun was standing outside the window, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, with only a small half showing, making him look even more eerie and terrifying. She paid almost no attention to Ao Qijun, and had no idea what had happened to him recently that would make the heir of the Huo Group, a wealthy second-generation with a bright future, do such a risky thing.
She tried to stand up by climbing the wall, and after a long effort, she finally stood up with her back to the wall.
As soon as she turned around, her pupils shrank, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Ao Qijun was standing outside the window, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, with only a small half showing, making him look even more eerie and terrifying.
Gu Weiman was so frightened that her face turned pale in an instant. Her chest kept heaving, but her mouth was blocked and she couldn't make any sound. She could only look at the person outside the window in horror.
When she woke up, she was wondering if it was Ao Qijun, but she didn't expect it to be Ao Qijun.
Ao Qijun's appearance reminded her of the days when she was imprisoned on an isolated island in her previous life.
"Click..." the door lock turned, "creak..." the door of the room was pushed open.
Gu Weiman subconsciously stepped back, his heart tightening with fear.
Ao Qijun walked into the house slowly, holding two bags of food in his hands. The aroma of food gradually spread in the small bungalow.
He opened a small foldable table, placed the takeaway food on it, opened the plastic bag, and opened the lid of the takeaway box.
The alluring aroma became more pronounced.
Gu Weimian swallowed subconsciously. It was actually her favorite Cantonese food.
Now, let alone Cantonese cuisine, she can probably finish even the Indian food that she hates the most.
Judging from her hunger level, it must have been at least six or seven hours since she was kidnapped.
Although she was very hungry, most of her attention was not on the food, but on the man sitting on the small plastic stool.
Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Why did Ao Qijun kidnap her?
Was it for the benefit of the group? To threaten Duan Xishen with her? For the sake of technology? Or for the heart in her chest?
She paid almost no attention to Ao Qijun, and had no idea what had happened to him recently that would make the heir of the Huo Group, a wealthy second-generation with a bright future, do such a risky thing.
Has he ever thought about what would happen to him if this matter were exposed?
Even if he successfully used her to threaten Duan Xishen, or asked for the technology he wanted, or got her heart and saved the person he wanted to save.
But she in this life is not the same as she was in the previous life.
Although her relationship with Duan Xishen is somewhat awkward, they are indeed biologically father and daughter.
If anything happened to her, would Duan Xishen let her killer off so easily? Even if Ao Qijun had inherited the Huo Group, how could a young man who had just taken power and hadn't yet established himself compete with someone who had been in Jianning's business world for decades and possessed a vast and complex network of connections and business background?
Duan Xishen has more chips in his hands than just these, and these are even just the tip of the iceberg of what he has.
Ao Qijun has the luck to get it, but can he spend it?
Unless Ao Qijun is sure, Duan Xishen will definitely not know that he did it.
But she had already seen Ao Qijun's face.
When Gu Weimian thought of this, he felt a chill running down his back.
Kidnappers are always reluctant to reveal their true faces in front of the kidnapped, let alone someone with a bright future like Ao Qijun.
In the end, it seemed that she would be murdered.
"Woo woo!" Gu Weimian struggled with the rope. Ao Qijun used a very special binding method, and it was impossible to break free. Instead, the more he struggled, the tighter it became.