Chapter Twenty-Nine: Kidnapped

Sheng Jiaoyang woke up with a sharp, stabbing pain.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a person in a white coat drawing her blood. Her heart skipped a beat; she immediately realized she was in trouble.

At this point, screaming wouldn't help. She silently watched the person in the white coat draw a vial of blood and then leave with the syringe.

She was in a room with walls on all four sides. There was a tiny ventilation opening in one corner, barely big enough for a baby. She had to use the front door to get out. And

importantly, she was still tied to a chair.

Who the hell did this?!

Sheng Jiaoyang thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who she had offended to warrant such a huge effort to be tied up.

Why was they drawing her blood? What were they going to do with it?

But she was alone in the room; no one could answer her questions. She could only wait.

As time ticked by, and still no one came, her anxiety grew.

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room next door, two people sat.

"Brother Nan, you're still as straightforward and brutal as ever!" the young man exclaimed, adjusting his glasses.

Jing Weinan glanced at the talkative man beside him but didn't respond.

"Didn't we just have Dr. Liu examine her? She hasn't had plastic surgery. Why do we need to draw blood for tests? Isn't this too harsh on a girl? What if Xu Jiaojiao is being framed?"

"Even if she is, it's none of your business," Jing Weinan said indifferently.

If she was truly framed, how innocent she was! Well, blame the girl; she was just too lucky to have encountered such cruel and heartless people.

Ning Xiaoruan pouted.

"This girl is quite calm in this situation. She didn't scream or cry. And she didn't seem very scared," Ning Xiaoruan remarked, watching the footage on the monitor.

Jing Weinan calmly said, "This shows she has more problems."

This time, Ning Xiaoruan didn't object and even agreed, saying, "That's right, a normal girl her age would definitely cry if she encountered something like this."

"This girl isn't a spy, is she? Her mental fortitude is so good." Ning Xiaoruan clicked her tongue in amazement.

Sheng Jiaoyang was certainly not a spy. She felt completely innocent, inexplicably knocked unconscious and brought to this godforsaken place.

She recalled that since becoming Xu Jiaojiao, the person she had offended the most was Qi Hua, but if that girl wanted to retaliate against her, she would at most ask her backers to suppress her career.

Could it be Xu Jiaojiao's father who was behind this? Otherwise, who would have the time to draw her blood?

When her limbs were numb and no one showed up, Sheng Jiaoyang got angry.

She looked around and shouted, "If you have something to say, say it. Don't hide and avoid people."

On the monitor next door, Ning Xiaoruan laughed. “This girl finally couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“Brother Nan, Dr. Liu has confirmed that she is indeed Xu Jiaojiao. What should we do next?”

Jing Weinan glanced at Ning Xiaoruan, stood up, and walked out of the monitoring room.

“Hey, wait for me!” Ning Xiaoruan quickly chased after him.

When Sheng Jiaoyang saw the two people walk in, her eyes widened in surprise.

Although she often avoided Shen Mowang, she still recognized these two people who were often around him. Especially Ning Xiaoruan, that idiot, she had seen him when she accompanied her grandfather to Shen Laoye’s birthday banquet, and they had some interaction. She knew he was Shen Mowang’s cousin.

One was Shen Mowang’s right-hand man, and the other was his cousin.

If she still didn’t know who was behind this at this point, she might as well be a pig.

Sure enough, nothing good ever came from encountering Shen Mowang. She had become a different person, yet he still managed to mess with her.

“Tell me, who were you in contact with recently?” Jing Weinan asked bluntly.

"What do you mean?" Sheng Jiaoyang frowned, finding the words rather baffling.

Jing Weinan's face darkened, and his imposing stature was quite intimidating. "Don't play dumb with me!"

"What the hell? Explain yourself."

"What my brother Nan means is that you recently contacted someone who gave you instructions to approach our CEO Shen," Ning Xiaoruan said.

"CEO Shen? You mean Shen Zhining?" Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the two of them as if they were crazy.

"Wow, you even know his name."

"Are you two stupid? How could I possibly approach him? Which eye of yours saw me approach him?" Sheng Jiaoyang exploded. Just because of this completely fabricated story, she was tied up here, and she really wanted to tie them up too and give them a good whipping.

"Words are no proof," Jing Weinan said, unmoved.

...Damn it!

Sheng Jiaoyang gritted her teeth, suppressing her anger as she said, "Then what evidence do you have to prove I approached him?"

"You've appeared around our CEO Shen time and again, and more importantly, you've deliberately imitated Jiaoyang," Ning Xiaoruan said.

Imitate her? Sheng Jiaoyang scoffed, but at this moment she really couldn't reveal her identity. Even if she did, those who already suspected her would definitely accuse her of impersonation. Besides, she couldn't let everyone know that she was someone else.

“Jiaoyang is my idol. Is it wrong for me to admire and imitate her?” Sheng Jiaoyang’s eyes lit up, and she immediately came up with an excuse.

“Jiaoyang isn’t a celebrity. How do you know about her?” Ning Xiaoruan asked curiously.

“I’ve dreamed of being a painter since I was little, but others didn’t know. Later, I accidentally saw a post online where someone said they attended an art exhibition and posted some photos taken at the exhibition. Those paintings were really amazing. I fell in love with that free and unrestrained style at first sight. Then, from the poster’s introduction, I learned that the person who held the exhibition was actually a girl not much older than me. At that time, I regarded her as my idol and secretly imitated her paintings, trying to follow her preferences. I just like her, so what? Who says I can’t imitate my idol?”

Sheng Jiaoyang told a bunch of lies without batting an eye, and her excited tone made her seem like a fanatical fan whose love for her idol was questioned.

She didn’t care if there were any loopholes in her story. Anyway, many things couldn’t be found out. If they were so capable, they could go and find out Xu Jiaojiao’s online records over the past few years!

"Then why didn't you show it before?" Jing Weinan persisted.

"I only found out after waking up in the hospital that the person who went to the hospital with me was my idol. I felt very guilty for causing her to be hospitalized, and from that moment on, I decided to become someone like her."

Sheng Jiaoyang paused, then suddenly roared, "How long are you going to keep me tied up? Let me tell you clearly, I will not go near your CEO Shen. Why would I bother with someone Jiaoyang doesn't like? Let me go now, my mom is waiting for me!"

Ning Xiaoruan said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've already sent your mom a message using your phone, saying that you and your friends will be together for a while, and that she should go home first and not wait for you."

Sheng Jiaoyang was speechless.

Suddenly, a phone rang. Jing Weinan glanced at Sheng Jiaoyang, took out his phone, and walked to the side to answer the call.

"Let her go back," a deep voice came from the phone, "and ask her—how did she know Jiaoyang doesn't like me?"

"Yes." A hint of surprise appeared in Jing Weinan's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ning Xiaoruan asked.

Jing Weinan didn't answer. He went over and untied Sheng Jiaoyang. As she stood up to stretch, he asked, "How do you know Miss Jiaoyang doesn't like our boss?"

"I just know, but why should I tell you?" Knowing from Jing Weinan's actions that she was probably alright, Sheng Jiaoyang became smug again.

"Aren't you afraid I won't take you home?" Jing Weinan asked sternly.

"Fine, don't take me! I have legs, I can walk myself." Sheng Jiaoyang snorted and turned to walk away.

Ning Xiaoruan, finally seeing Jing Weinan's discomfiture, glanced at him gloatingly and caught up with Sheng Jiaoyang.

"This is the outskirts, and it's late at night. Let me take you home!"

He then leaned closer and whispered, "Tell me later how you know Jiaoyang doesn't like my cousin. Oh, I forgot to mention, my cousin is President Shen."

Sheng Jiaoyang glanced at Ning Xiaoruan and replied in a condescending tone, "Take me home first."

"You have to tell me!" Ning Xiaoruan winked at Sheng Jiaoyang.

Sheng Jiaoyang's lips twitched slightly. What an idiot!