Chapter 8 This Bastard

Song Xiaodong leaned closer to Miao Qingqing's face, and Miao Qingqing, distressed, pushed against Song Xiaodong's chest with both hands, angrily saying, "If you keep this up, I'll have to call for help."

With a wicked smile, Song Xiaodong said, "Go ahead and shout. If it gets out that you, the Miao family's Missy, are dating me here, it'll be your reputation that suffers. I'm just a poor bastard, I have nothing to lose."

"You... get away from me!" Miao Qingqing suddenly lifted her leg and delivered a knee strike that she had already deployed.

Song Xiaodong reached down and grabbed Miao Qingqing's leg, clamped both his legs around it, securing Miao Qingqing's right leg. His hand then stroked her silk-stockinged beautiful leg a couple of times. With a smirk, he said, "This isn't very nice of you, but these legs in silk stockings feel even smoother to the touch. I like it a lot."

Miao Qingqing, with feigned toughness, said, "You... let me go, otherwise you'll be sorry."

Song Xiaodong's face pressed down further while Miao Qingqing leaned back. Losing her balance, she lay back directly on the chair.

This position made Miao Qingqing feel utterly humiliated; it was as if she was presenting herself, waiting for Song Xiaodong, the bastard, to take advantage.

Song Xiaodong did not press down on her but looked down from above and said, "Miao Qingqing, I know it was you that day. You just want me to keep silent about this matter, don't you? You don't want me harassing you anymore, so as not to damage your image, right?"

"It's not..."

"There's no need for denial." Song Xiaodong cut off Miao Qingqing's words, saying, "That night two years ago, though it left me with the most wonderful memories, I, Song Xiaodong, am not the kind to shamelessly cling on. So, rest assured, I won't look for you again, nor will I mention that day. After all, I, Song Xiaodong, have been with so many girls over the years; one more or one less doesn't make any difference to me."

Having said that, Song Xiaodong stood up, but his hand stroked Miao Qingqing's leg once more, laughed heartily, and said, "One last touch for the memories."

Before Miao Qingqing could react, he had already released her leg and swiftly left the private room.

Miao Qingqing lay on the chair; it took her a good ten seconds or so to get up, her face green with anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard, how dare you touch... my leg, this isn't over between us."

"It was just a touch on your leg, is it worth making such a fuss over? I'm telling you now, I'm not interested in getting married yet, so let's not bring up the past," Song Xiaodong unexpectedly walked back into the room, then picked up his cellphone from the table, saying gleefully, "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just forgot my phone."

"Bastard! Shameless!" Miao Qingqing picked up a soup spoon and hurled it at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong didn't even look back, stretching out his hand behind his head to catch the spoon, then tossed it casually. The spoon drew a beautiful arc, flying toward Miao Qingqing.

Miao Qingqing instinctively dodged to the side, but the spoon did not actually fly at her. With a clang, it fell into her coffee cup, splashing coffee up, some of it landing on her clothes.

"Ah!" The coffee was still somewhat hot, and Miao Qingqing frantically brushed the coffee off her clothes.

"Haha..." Song Xiaodong's triumphant laughter came from the doorway.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Miao Qingqing cursed furiously, but the other party's laughter grew more distant until it was no longer audible.

That night two years ago, even though Song Xiaodong fondly remembered it, it was just that—a memory. Considering both Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan's reactions, Song Xiaodong straightforwardly believed that person was Miao Qingqing.

Miao Qingqing's attitude made it clear that she did not want to acknowledge what happened two years ago. With Song Xiaodong's personality, he was even less likely to warmly pursue someone's cold shoulder. Even if she was an exceptionally beautiful woman, Song Xiaodong wouldn't bow and scrape to her; this was a matter of a man's dignity.

After wiping the coffee off her body, Miao Qingqing shifted her gaze to the coffee cup on the table, and then she pulled out her phone.

"Dad, I just went to see that guy Song Xiaodong."

"Hmm, did you finish what I asked you to do?"

"That bastard..." Miao Qingqing recounted what had happened.

"This kid sure has a personality. As long as he doesn't spread it around or go looking for Xuanxuan, then let's just let this go."

"Dad, there's one small detail. When I hit him with the spoon, he caught it without even turning his head and threw it back, and it landed right inside the cup."

"Oh, it seems this young man isn't just about brute force, he must be a skilled Kung Fu expert."

"I guess so."

"Well, it would be nice if we could recruit him to work for us," Miao Qingyuan said, stopping midway before quickly adding, "Forget it, if he worked for us, it would only complicate things with Xuanxuan and harm our reputation. Let's drop it."

"Okay, I got it."

Miao Qingqing didn't mention that Song Xiaodong had touched her leg. She felt too embarrassed; no one had ever touched her leg like that before. The memory of when Song Xiaodong touched her leg came flooding back, bringing a mix of shyness and an odd sense of emotion.

"You bastard, you better not let me see you again, or I'll make you pay." Miao Qingqing mentally cursed, settled the bill, and walked out of the café.

Just as she stepped out of the café and approached her BMW, she had just opened the car door when someone struck her hard on the back of her neck.

A sudden sharp pain and numbness spread quickly through her. She tried to turn around but her body felt limp and powerless, and then she lost consciousness.

When Miao Qingqing came to, she found herself lying in the back seat of her car, her arms and legs bound with duct tape, and her mouth sealed shut.

Miao Qingqing instantly realized with horror that she had been kidnapped.

There were two men in the car, both in their thirties and bulky. The one driving had a square face and a buzz cut. The man sitting in the passenger seat had a fierce look; he must have had smallpox or something as a child, as his face was pockmarked. Even without glaring, his bulging eyes made him seem like a ferocious demon.

Most people wouldn't recognize these two, but any police officer who saw them would certainly know who they were. The two brothers, Fang Long and Fang Hu, were national A-level fugitives.

With a background in the special forces, they were highly skilled in combat and very familiar with firearms. Ruthless in their methods, they never left any survivors when committing crimes. Furthermore, they had strong anti-surveillance capabilities, so despite the police's persistent efforts, they had never managed to catch them.

The number of lives claimed by them was definitely no less than ten, solely based on what the police knew. In truth, they had killed over thirty people, it's just that some cases had not been conclusively linked to them.

Miao Qingqing was now in their hands, and although she had not yet lost her life, it seemed to be only a matter of time. The fact that they hadn't blindfolded Miao Qingqing, allowing her to see them, was a clear indicator that they had no intention of letting her live.