Heartwarming Aristocratic Marriage: Influential Master’s Wife-Chasing Strategy

Inside the rental house

Song Jingren didn't regain his senses. Jiang Zhiqiang had already thrown his fist and hit him directly. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Thinking of struggling again, Jiang Zhiqiang had already taken a stride and rode on him, his fists falling like a torrential rain.

"Dad—" Jiang Fengya hurriedly ran over, trying to pull the two away.

"Damn, didn't you call him dad, I have never raised a white-eyed wolf like you!"

Only then did Song Jingren realize that this man was Jiang Fengya's adoptive father.

She once mentioned to herself that this person was a gambler who often violently abused her mother, forcing her to commit suicide by jumping into the river. The police intervened and confirmed that he had been abusing their mother and daughter for a long time. .

"Dad!" Jiang Fengya reached out and hugged Jiang Zhiqiang's arm.

With a backhand, he slapped her, grabbed her neck, and pressed her hard against the wall.

"The ungrateful little bitch, like your mother, is not a thing. Why did you bring that kid to beat me? Look, I won't beat you to death today!"

Jiang Zhiqiang was already tyrannical, and his attack was very heavy, and Fu Yuxiu beat him so hard that this evil fire would naturally be vented on Jiang Fengya.

The fingers gripping her neck slowly tightened.

Jiang Fengya was petite and weak, and she kept slapping his arms with both hands, but he remained motionless.

Fingers pinched her throat, she had difficulty breathing, her face was flushed, her mouth was open, and she could not utter a complete word.

"Uh-" She could hardly breathe.

"Bastard!" Song Jingren got up from the ground and hugged him.

Jiang Fengya took the opportunity to break free, leaned against the wall, fell to the ground with weak legs, and coughed constantly while touching his neck. If he tried harder, he would definitely be strangled to death by him.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhiqiang and Song Jingren had already scuffled together.

Song Jingren had been a high-ranking person for half his life, so naturally he was no match for this kind of local ruffian. He was beaten to the ground in three or two times.

"Do you still want to hit me? Damn it, I have abolished you." Jiang Zhiqiang thought of his wife cuckolding him, and there seemed to be a fire in his heart, the more it burned, the more prosperous it became.

"You are looking for death."

"I have raised a daughter for you for so many years, and that bitch wouldn't say who her biological father is, so let me find you..."

Thinking of being cuckolded for so many years and raising a daughter for someone else, Jiang Zhiqiang directly raised his foot and kicked Song Jingren's crotch.

Song Jingren was caught off guard and almost passed out in pain.

Jiang Fengya gasped heavily, hiding in the corner and daring to move.

When she was a child, she personally went to her adoptive father to abuse her, and her body trembled instinctively, and she didn't dare to take another half step.

"I told you so, you mmp, I'll go to your uncle—" Jiang Zhiqiang shouted out of control, and kicked him hard when he lifted his foot.

Song Jingren curled up and protected a certain place, sweating coldly from the pain.

His whole body seemed to be drained, his hands and feet were weak, and he was unable to resist at all.

It wasn't until Jiang Zhiqiang felt comfortable that he lifted him from the ground, "Song Jingren, right? You can recognize your daughter if you want to. You must give me the money I spent on her for so many years."

Jiang Fengya shrank, "I haven't spent your money! You know that when you go out and gamble badly, when did I not take money from home, when did I spend a penny from you!"

"Grandma, how dare you talk back to me?" Jiang Zhiqiang glared at her fiercely, "If I hadn't provided you with food and drink, you would have been begging outside!"

"I don't have any money." Song Jingren was like a gossamer.

"You lied to me." Jiang Zhiqiang didn't believe it.

"My company went bankrupt and I really have no money."

"There are still three thousand nails in the broken boat. You will have no money. I can tell you that if you don't give me the money today, I will kill you."

Song Jingren gasped for breath, light flashed in his mind...

"I can still get money, as long as you help me, I can give you money."

"I'll help you?"

"Let go of me first." Song Jingren patted the back of his hand.

Jiang Zhiqiang heard that he had money to take it, so he let go.

"I really don't have any money, but my ex-wife has, but I can't see her now. As long as you help me get my daughter, she will definitely show up. If you want 10 million, she will give it to you."

"You want me to kidnap?" Jiang Zhiqiang frowned, "This is so illegal, I won't do it."

"What kidnapping, I'm her dad, what's wrong with me wanting to meet her?"

"Why don't you go find her yourself?" Jiang Zhiqiang clapped his hands and sat down on the sofa.

"She ran away when she saw me, and I couldn't touch her at all."

"You asked me to bring her here, and they called the police. Was it my bad luck?" Jiang Zhiqiang also knew that this was kidnapping.

"They don't dare to call the police. Whoever is rich is willing to expose this kind of thing. In order to solve this kind of thing as soon as possible, they will collect how much money we want."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiqiang also felt that it made some sense. He picked up the residual cigarette that Song Jingren had dropped before, and took two sips in his mouth, "What does she look like?"

Song Jingren naturally kept Song Fengwan's photo, and immediately found it and showed it to him.

Jiang Zhiqiang suddenly smiled, "She, I've seen her, I know her, where is she, I'll go right there."

He's a gambler, and doing it for money is nothing.

Besides, Song Jingren just said that he might get 10 million, so he couldn't not be moved.

"In the Oriental Studio, the location is..." Song Jingren immediately told him where Song Fengwan was, "She will come out for dinner in the evening, and only at this time can she start. already."

"I know." When Jiang Zhiqiang went out, he also took Song Jingren's pack of cigarettes.

**

When he left, the two people in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't know he would follow me." Jiang Fengya cried with tears on her face.

Song Jingren sighed, and reached out to cover the base of his thigh. The place where he was kicked was still painful.

"But what you do is kidnapping and breaking the law." Jiang Fengya looked worried, "If anyone else knew, you would all be imprisoned."

"They didn't dare to call the police unless they wanted to discredit Song Fengwan. A girl was kidnapped. The media knew about it, and they didn't know how to report it." Song Jingren limped on the sofa and sat down.

"This money was originally cheated by Qiao Aiyun from me. It doesn't matter if I want it back."

"I can't stay in Yuncheng anymore. When the money is in hand, will you go with me?"

Jiang Fengya froze for a moment, bowed her head and said nothing.

The bottom of my heart has begun to think.

Walk with him, isn't that going to escape?

She just went to college, but she doesn't want to become a wanted criminal and hide everywhere. She is only 18. She has already paid a lot to go to college and get rid of her adoptive father, and she can't bury her life here.

The father and daughter stayed in the rental house, but each had a ghost in his heart.

**

Fu family

Sun Qionghua went out for a long time before choosing the gift of apology. When she returned, it was already evening.

The winter night, pulled down quickly, around five o'clock, the outside was already full of dust.

As soon as she parked the car, she watched Fu Chen walk out of the house quickly.

"Third, it's a coincidence that you came out. I was going to ask you to come out and go to Qiao's house together." Sun Qionghua got out of the car with a smile, "You have to wait for me, I'm going to change clothes."

"Second sister-in-law, I'm in a hurry, go out first."

Before Sun Qionghua could speak again, Fu Chen had already got into the car, Qianjiang was driving, and the car was driving so fast that it disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"What's going on? I'm in a hurry." This was the first time she saw Fu Chen like this. Before that, she was very calm no matter what happened. What happened?

But she has too many things at hand at the moment, going abroad is a temporary arrangement, she has a lot of things to deal with, although she feels that Fu Chen is abnormal, but she has no energy to manage.

At this moment, Fu Chen was sitting in the car and was calling Yan Wangchuan.

He made people stare at Jiang Zhiqiang. After he left the rental house, he looked for a place to eat a bowl of noodles, and began to wander outside. It was not until nearly five o'clock that he called for a rental. The direction happened to be where Song Fengwan was.

He had never played in that belt before, and Fu Chen had no choice but to guard when he passed by suddenly.

"Hey—" Yan Wangchuan raised his eyebrows, their contact was always hidden, and he felt surprised when Fu Chen called him at this point.

"Mr. Yan..." Fu Chen briefly explained the matter to him, "I'm going to look for Wan Wan now, you stare at Aunt Yun."

"Okay, feel free to contact me if necessary." Yan Wangchuan frowned deeply.

This Song Jingren, if he dared to touch Wanwan, he would be really courting death.

I just want to say that nothing will happen in the evening, the third master has already rushed over...

The scumbag is the last to jump around, and he will suffer the consequences.