Chapter 132 I am also afraid, because of you

ent unpleasant events. She rarely confided in others, but this time she spoke her mind, " … Don't you think I'm being ungrateful and insensitive, talking without knowing the struggles of others But I...Around seven o'clock in the evening, night was just beginning to fall.

It should have been a time of quietude, yet this area was teeming with a restless unease.

Under the dim light, those hurried figures, they carried bright flashlights in their hands, each holding a printed color photograph.

This is a picture of a woman wearing Chanel's latest summer outfit. She has a white stand-up collar and a loose, light purple floral maxi dress. On her feet are black snake-skin flat shoes. Her face is delicate with long, shiny, and silky black curly hair that reaches her waist...

"Hello, have you ever seen this woman..."

"Any impressions you have, please provide them to us and we will offer compensation…"

This evening was unusually lively for the Jinshu Old District. A group of sturdy, tall strangers with strange expressions were asking about a woman all around.

The residents of the old district were in an uproar, all deeply engrossed in thought. After all, rumors had it that whoever found this woman would be generously rewarded with a million dollars, a truly massive sum of money.

"Who is this woman It's really intriguing."

And at this moment, the woman in a white stand-up collar, pale purple floral dress was inside the most inconspicuous tile house at the back of the old district. Qiao Bao'er looked helpless and was struggling to communicate with the elderly woman before her.

"I just happened to meet your grandson at the park, so I brought him back this way... you don't have to cook for me, I'm leaving..."

Do you have a phone here

Qiao Bao'er was speaking Mandarin and mimed making a phone call by brushing her hand against her ear, "I want to make a call home. I'm afraid my family will be looking for me..."

The old lady in front of me was probably around seventy years old. She wore simple and clean clothes, and smiled kindly, "You sit there for a while, dinner will be ready soon."

Qiao Bao'er was about to collapse; she couldn't communicate with this old man.

She looked out at the darkening sky and her heart pounded with fear. She repeated herself, hoping desperately that he would understand, "I want to make a phone call. Is there a phone A phone!"

"My grandson, he's such a naughty one, I looked for him for ages. Thank you for bringing him back..."

But the old woman still thanked her. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, the old woman turned excitedly towards the door and walked out, muttering to herself, "...I'm going to catch a big rooster and bring it back home for you."

What are you saying!

< Qiao Baoer only heard that she said "rooster". >

"I don't want chicken, I want to go home." Qiao Baoer sat on a wooden chair in the small living room, her expression anxious.

"Sister."

A childish voice came, a little boy of about three years old held up an apple with his small hand and handed it to her, smiling somewhat naively, his appearance was shy and bashful.

Qiao Bao'er looked down at the little boy at her feet, took his apple, and said, "Thank you." But she really had no appetite.

In the afternoon, she was sulking in that small park. Suddenly, she heard a child crying. Out of curiosity, she followed the sound forward.

Then she found the child under a very dilapidated slide on the right side of the park.

At first, she thought the child had been injured. She cautiously approached him and, luckily, found that he was unharmed. Unluckily for her, it seemed as though she had gotten herself entangled with him.

"I want Mommy…" The child kept crying for Mommy, crying and crying.

Qiao Bao'er wouldn't know how to comfort someone, even if they were a three-year-old child, she would seem at a loss.

Her first thought was to call the police, but the next second, she was furious to discover her phone was left in Jun Zhi Mu's car.

"Do you live around here I can take you home." She crouched down to be eye-level with him.

The child seemed to understand her words. Perhaps seeing that there was no one around and having cried himself out, he climbed up, grabbing her tightly with his little chubby hands.

Then, in a roundabout way, she ended up here. Qiao Baier was very proud of getting lost.

She now wants to leave, but doesn't know which way to go...

As night deepened outside, she grew even more uneasy. Shortly after, the old man entered, carrying in his right hand a large rooster that weighed about ten pounds.

"Let me give you a taste of home..."

A large rooster was handed directly to Qiao Baoer, leaving her stunned. Before her hand could reach for the live creature, a terrifying flurry of barking and clucking erupted from outside the door.

A dozen or so black sports cars roared into an old residential area on the outskirts, shattering the peace.

Hiss—

The jarring screech of brakes, the intense glare of headlights, suddenly illuminated the pitch-black desolation like daylight.

The people inside looked in alarm, as the large rooster leaped into the air before them, seeming to be just as startled and letting out nervous clucking noises.

The little boy cried out in fright, while the old woman looked on in fear and helplessness as a group of strong, tall strangers burst into her humble dwelling. She hugged the child in her arms tightly, cowering down and trembling.

"You, what are you going to do!"

Qiao Bao'er's face was tense, looking at the large group of men in front of her. She immediately stood up from the long wooden chair.

But as soon as she spoke, a familiar and exceptional figure appeared outside the door.

She was stunned for a moment, and in contrast to her expression, Junzhi Mu remained impassive and calm. The bodyguards on either side parted ways for him, and he walked towards her step by step.

Jo Bao'er wanted to say something, but... perhaps it was because the headlights outside the house were too dazzling, or perhaps this sudden posture also startled her. She seemed very...

Very angry.

"What are you doing!"

She was grabbed by the wrist and dragged out, his grip incredibly strong, squeezing her wrist until it ached as if it were going to break. Her face paled, and she instinctively struggled to break free.

"Master, let me go."

"Ouch—"

He stepped out of the wattle-and-daub house. There were a few scattered stars in the sky above him. The dirt road here was uneven, surrounded by weeds and pebbles. Behind him lay a vast expanse of fallow land. In this quiet night, without streetlights, the place seemed rather desolate.

"Let go of me, where are you taking me..."

Qiao Bao'er's voice became increasingly terrified as she was forcefully dragged forward... Ahead lay that pitch-black, somewhat eerie field of rice paddy. The tall stalks of rice swayed in the wind like ghosts.

But the tall man in front just kept his lips tightly shut, not saying a word. Under the cold moonlight, his face was grim, and his deep eyes stared straight into the darkness, the deepest darkness…

He gripped her tightly, showing no mercy. Instead, fueled by her voice, his anger intensified as he forcefully dragged her along by the wrist.

"My shepherd, what do you want to do Let me go, let me go, I don't want to go there..."

Her voice was choked with the effort not to cry. She was terrified of the dark, absolutely terrified. "What are you going to do Let me go! I don't want to go there!" She even had to have a bedside lamp on when she slept, or she would have nightmares.

This is a paddy field. When her feet stepped on this muddy, water-logged soil, perhaps because of the night, the paddy field seemed eerie and frightening to her. Every step she took sent shivers down her spine with that chilling touch.

She instantly remembered the past, that time she almost died in such a field of weeds. The same dim night, the same eerie atmosphere...

"No—"

"Let me go, I don't want to—"

Her face turned pale, she screamed in terror, struggling with all her might to pry his hand away, wanting to break free, to escape, to run...

"Don't want anything, then where do you want to go!"

The man in front suddenly stopped. He turned, his eyes dark and deep as he stared straight at her. His pupils were cold, like they held no warmth. "Jiao Bao'er, are you afraid Hmm, what do you feel right now…"

He stared straight at her, gritting his teeth, "I've been looking for you all afternoon, and this is exactly how I feel!"care him a fart, wow, dead little ghost dare to rob her milk tea. >You could probably feel Zhu Xiaowei's murderous glare. The child's movements paused, then he raised his innocent big eyes to look at...