What Photos Did She Want to Take?

Xia Sitong looked at Shen Hanyu in disbelief. "Brother Hanyu, are you going to look for Sang Qianqian?"

Shen Hanyu didn't answer. Instead, he said in a low voice, "You go home first."

He quickly got out of the car and waved for another taxi.

Xia Sitong chased out of the car and shouted, "Brother Hanyu! If Sang Qianqian is missing, Wen Xu will find her. So why do you have to meddle in her business?"

Shen Hanyu turned around, his dark eyes emotionless. He said calmly, "I'll be back soon."

As she watched the car drive off, Xia Sitong felt like she'd fallen into ice water in the middle of winter, her entire body freezing.

What she was worried about had finally become a reality.

She'd even cried and begged Sang Qianqian not to take Brother Hanyu away from her. However, she didn't expect that her Brother Hanyu had already unknowingly sided with Sang Qianqian.

She knew that the Sang family had a lot to do with the car accident and that the Sang family had caused her father's death. However, he still left her behind halfway and went to find Sang Qianqian without hesitation.

Xia Sitong's heart churned with an emotion that she couldn't tell if it was jealousy or sadness. Then, her eyes slowly turned venomous, filled with hatred.

If it weren't for Sang Qianqian, she and Shen Hanyu would still be as close as they used to be.

How could she have believed Sang Qianqian's nonsense and been fooled by her time and time again?

Uncle Shen was right. No one in the Sang family was a good person.

Sang Qianqian was no exception.

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When Sang Qianqian knocked on the door of the private room, it was a middle-aged man who opened it.

"Is Wen Xu here?" she asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes, quickly come in." Ding Aojia's voice came from inside.

Sang Qianqian hurriedly ran in, but she didn't see Wen Xu inside. Instead, she only saw Ding Aojia sitting on the sofa, looking at her with a disdainful expression.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her neck. Her vision turned black, and she fainted on the ground.

The man stuck his head out, looked around, and then turned back to close the door.

Looking at Sang Qianqian, who was on the ground, the man felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness. "Miss, what if the people from the Sang family come looking for us..."

"If they come, I'll take care of them. What are you afraid of?"

Ding Aojia picked up Sang Qianqian's phone and turned it off. "Take off her clothes and take a few photos of her." she ordered the man.

The man's face changed. "Miss, th-this isn't very good, right? She's still the Young Miss of the Sang family. If Sang Pengcheng knew what I did, I'd be dead..."

"Keep your mouth shut about the Sang family. Chang San, don't forget that you're the bodyguard of the Ding family. My father asked you to protect me!"

Ding Aojia was very angry. "The Sang family isn't what it used to be. So what are you afraid of?"

Cold sweat trickled down Chang San's forehead. "Mr. Ding did ask me to protect Miss, but he didn't ask me to hurt the Eldest Miss of the Sang family. Besides, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse, and the Sang family is still the Sang family..."

"Hmph, the most influential family in Ming City now is the Han family, not the Sang family! I'm already engaged to Tianyi. I don't believe that the Ding and Han families together can't win against the Sang family!"

Chang San kept his mouth shut. He disagreed with Ding Aojia's words.

"Do you know how Sang Qianqian humiliated me back at the Han family? Because of her, I was told by Tianyi to get lost in public!"

Seeing that Chang San didn't move, Ding Aojia retorted, "I just asked you to take off her clothes and take a few photos of her, but you're still refusing me! I'll ask my dad to fire you!"

Chang San wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I've promised Miss to knock her out. But I never said I'd do the rest..."

Although Chang San was only a bodyguard, he'd always been careful. Everyone in Ming city knew that Sang Pengcheng loved his daughter as much as his life.

Ding Aojia wanted to take revenge on Sang Qianqian, so Chang San helped to knock her unconscious. One could say that he was following orders.

Even if the Sang family wanted to find trouble with him, they wouldn't go too far.

But he'd be in deep trouble if he took off Sang Qianqian's clothes and took those photos. Sang Pengcheng would never let him off so easily.

Moreover, there was also the possibility that the Ding family would eventually push him out as a scapegoat to exonerate Ding Aojia.

Then Chang San would really be a victim.

Seeing that Chang San refused to follow his orders, Ding Aojia was furious. "Chang San, just you wait. I'll tell my dad to fire you when I get back!"

Chang San didn't dare to answer, thinking it was better to be fired than die.

At this moment, he just wanted to avoid the trouble that might kill him, so he hurriedly opened the door and went out.

"Miss, I'll be waiting for you outside. Just call me when you're done."

Chang San quickly opened the door and ran away.

Ding Aojia was fuming with anger. What kind of stupid bodyguard is this?

He was even more cowardly than her. She didn't tell him to rape, kill, or set fire to anything, yet he ran fast!

Ding Aojia turned around, took some tape to seal Sang Qianqian's mouth, and then tied up her wrists and ankles.

Sang Qianqian was wearing a purple shoulder-length dress today. The dress was like a veil, and her black hair was like a waterfall, making her skin look even fairer. Furthermore, her features were bright, and her waist was slim.

Ding Aojia was jealous, and the transparent tape wrapped around Sang Qianqian was pulled tighter.

She used a lot of strength, but Sang Qianqian still managed to wake up from her coma.

Ding Aojia took out her phone and was about to take a picture when she suddenly saw Sang Qianqian open her eyes.

She quickly calmed down when she realized Sang Qianqian's wrists and ankles were tied up.

Sang Qianqian was shocked. She looked around the room and realized that the man was gone; only Ding Aojia was left. She immediately realized that she'd been tricked.

With the tape on her mouth, she could only make muffled sounds, so she looked at Ding Aojia.

"Don't give me that look. When you made me lose face in front of so many people, I didn't look at you like that."

Ding Aojia sneered. "I'll take a few photos of you and let you go after that. It's just to repay you for the humiliation that day."

Sang Qianqian's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at her.

Photos, what photos did she want to take?

Before Sang Qianqian could process further, Ding Aojia had already reached out and pulled down her dress.

Sang Qianqian's mind exploded as she struggled madly.

With a 'Chi la!' sound, the dress was torn.

Sang Qianqian kicked Ding Aojia. Then, she said hatefully, "Sang Qianqian, I was only going to expose your upper body. If you move again, do you think I won't strip you of all your clothes?"

Sang Qianqian's struggle stopped.

Soon, her dress was taken off by Ding Aojia, revealing her moon-white tube top.

Ding Aojia raised her phone and took a few pictures. The girl in the camera had her face buried in her long hair and was crying silently.

Ding Aojia was very satisfied. She pushed Sang Qianqian to a different angle, pulled down her tube top, and prepared to continue taking photos.

The door was suddenly knocked open, and a figure quickly walked in.

Before Ding Aojia could react, she was harshly kicked away. Her body flew, and her back hit the hard leg of the coffee table.

Ding Aojia passed out before she could even make a sound.

Shen Hanyu's face was expressionless. He bent over and helped Sang Qianqian up. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, covering her fair skin and the red marks on it.

These red marks were left behind by Sang Qianqian's struggle when Ding Aojia stripped her clothes.