What if I was Kidnapped?!

"What kind of novel is this? It pisses me off so much!" Han Xiang threw her phone away. She felt like her blood pressure was going to rise. 

She was reading a romance novel about a rich family abusing the protagonist. The protagonist had the same name as her and was the adopted daughter of a rich family. However, her fate took a sudden turn for the worse when she was kidnapped and sold, thus embarking on a tragic and miserable life. 

However, the novel got even worse. The most ridiculous thing happened afterwards when the protagonist found out that the person who killed her biological parents was the male lead. Once she learned this, she immediately committed suicide due to depression.

If she were not curious about the plot of the novel and the fate of the protagonist who shared the same name as her, she definitely would not have stuck with it for this long just to be fed hogwash by the author. 

Han Xiang fell asleep with the intention of sending the author a nasty review tomorrow. 

Bang! 

She was suddenly knocked awake. 

When she saw that her hands and feet were bound tightly and her mouth was sealed with tape, Han Xiang was instantly scared out of her wits. 

When did somebody break into her house and kidnap her? 

At this moment, she was in a speeding car. Her body was curled up in the trunk. She woke up because her head had knocked into the hood of the trunk just now. 

Wait. Something seemed wrong. 

Her flat chest and small body indicated that she was a little girl who had just hit puberty. Han Xiang was dumbfounded. 

This must be a dream, right? She was originally 5 feet and 8 inches. How could she become so small that she had the ability to curl up in a trunk…? 

She felt dizzy. Not long after, Han Xiang fell asleep again. 

"88,000. That's the price Old Li recommended." 

"This girl looks good. Liu Qiang, I don't know how much you've benefited from being able to buy her as your daughter-in-law. She's definitely worth 100,000!" 

"No way!" 

"Ugh, this is really difficult..." 

"..." 

"Remember, we're in the same boat..." 

Although she could not open her eyes, Han Xiang had regained consciousness. Hearing the name, Liu Qiang, she quivered. 

Wasn't Liu Qiang the perverse guy who committed domestic violence?! He was the man who also bought the protagonist from the novel about the abusive but rich and powerful family, right?! 

After her body recovered, she touched her body in the dark and finally confirmed that she had probably transmigrated into the book. 

And she was transmigrated into the book with the cliche drama about the rich and powerful family. It was the one she said was complete shit!

This development should be the scene where the protagonist sneaked out at the age of 12 only to be kidnapped by human traffickers and sent to the mountains to become a child bride. 

Thinking of the encounter after the kidnapping of the protagonist, Han Xiang felt that she did not have as strong a will to live as the protagonist. Sooner or later, she would die. 

At this time, the people outside the door had already finished their discussion. The door opened with a creak. Han Xiang squinted at the tall man standing against the light. He had dark skin and a square face. It was Liu Qiang. 

Liu Qiang walked in and looked at Han Xiang, who did not dare to move. He untied the rope on her legs and dragged her away. 

The man was too rough. The 12-year-old Han Xiang could only stagger behind him. She was obedient and quiet. This was because she remembered that the Han Xiang in the book was noisy and irritating. She was slapped by Liu Qiang a few times before she became obedient. 

The two of them walked out of the small courtyard. There was an electric tricycle parked at the door. It would be difficult to escape once they got in the car. 

The tall man was looking at her with a strange look. Seeing that she did not escape, he squatted down and put her hand on her shoulder. He asked, "Your clothes are quite expensive, right? Who bought them for you?" 

Han Xiang remembered the arrogant reply of the protagonist in the book, and Liu Qiang seemed to have a tendency to hate the rich, so she answered obediently, "Some kind people bought them for me. They said that I'm a good student." 

"Why didn't your parents buy them for you?" 

"I don't have a father and mother." 

Liu Qiang was very satisfied with this answer. He grabbed Han Xiang and was about to tie her to the tricycle. Han Xiang quickly shouted, "Mister, let me sit. I'll be good." 

However, Liu Qiang glanced at her again and still tied her hand to the railing of the box. Then, he covered her with a plastic tarp. 

Han Xiang could not go far on this rural road. If she wanted to escape, she had to find a chance to survive during this period of time.

There were a few bags of wheat piled in the cart of the tricycle. There were no usable tools. Finally, she found a right-angled welding joint on the cart railing that was tied to the rope. Han Xiang used her feet to step on it and began to work on wearing off the rope by rubbing it back and forth using her feet. 

Finally, when Han Xiang's hands were wounded and bleeding because of the excessive force, a part of the rope was finally torn. Han Xiang took this opportunity to quickly pull away her hands. 

Was it still too late to jump out of the cart? Through the plastic tarp, Han Xiang saw the road that was flying across the ground. She was a little scared. 

If she jumped down like this, she would either die or be crippled, right? 

At this moment, the silhouette of a car appeared behind her. She had to let the driver see her! 

Han Xiang did not think about anything else. She quickly and arduously untied the tarp as she did her best not to be heard by Liu Qiang. Seeing that the jeep in the distance was getting closer, Han Xiang quickly climbed to the front of the cart and tried her best to untie the remaining knots on the tarp. 

When the tarp flew up, Liu Qiang had already noticed that something was wrong from the side mirror. He turned around and immediately cursed, "Damn it! That little bastard..."