Chapter 8
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Beisen Ji had sharp, handsome features, an Asian face with a deep, dramatic facial structure.
When Yimo Qiao first saw Beisen Ji back then... he was so handsome her breath almost stopped!
What she remembered most was the tear mole on his face, which inexplicably added a hint of melancholy and femininity to his cold, enchanting aura.
Yet thinking of Beisen Ji right now, Yimo Qiao grew furious!
That day at the airport, he teased her inside out! Playing dumb to catch the tiger, every breath he took was calling her "little wifey"!
After finally shaking him off, Yimo Qiao sat on the plane and breathed a sigh of relief.
Without her knowing how Beisen Ji got her phone number, he called her, his voice carrying cold gentleness:
"Little wifey, remember your husband's phone number."
Yimo Qiao gritted her teeth: "How do you have my phone number?"
On the other end came a playful tone: "Didn't I just tell you, your husband is a hacker..."
With that said, Beisen Ji lazily continued, "This bracelet is so pretty... I'll keep it safe for you. If you want it, feel free to come find your husband. If you don't want to get pregnant, remember to prepare condoms; I want the large size."
Hearing this sentence, Yimo Qiao instinctively lifted her left wrist—empty!
When did her bracelet disappear?
So furious!
That was the peach blossom bracelet passed down generations by Grandma! She wanted to get off the plane, but it had already started taxiing...
Thinking about it now, if he hadn't stolen it, that bracelet would have been destroyed in Baiser City...
So, should she feel fortunate?
Yimo Qiao felt extremely conflicted. In her current situation, calling him felt like a victim seeking help from a rogue...
Although Beisen Ji's words and behavior weren't good, the only reachable number in The Queen's Empire... was his.
She hesitated in front of the phone keys for a long while...
Then pressed the keys:
See, it really was easy to remember.
Beep— It actually connected!
Yimo Qiao held her breath, her heart suspended in mid-air.
"Who is this?" A cold, gentle voice came from the phone.
This voice made Yimo Qiao's blood go numb, making her involuntarily nervous: "Mr. Ji, do you still remember me?"
"..." Silence on the other end.
"I'm the one who met you at China International Airport three months ago... You also took my bracelet."
"Bracelet... Is it that Qiao..." The other end seemed to have forgotten her, pondering her name.
"Yimo Qiao..." Yimo Qiao answered.
After a moment.
He finally reacted, his cold voice carrying malevolent charm: "Wow, so it's my little wifey. Long time no see, did you see your father?"
Yimo Qiao was speechless! But couldn't care about what he was saying.
Having not heard another person speaking Chinese for two months, it felt so familiar she almost couldn't speak: "I finally reached you! By the way, is my bracelet okay?"
The tone on the phone was lazy, as if he were lying down: "The bracelet was collected by me, completely intact... It's my fault too; I forgot to turn on this private phone after returning to London. I apologize to you."
His voice was cold and teasing.
"As long as it's not broken... Mr. Ji, I want to ask for your help..." Yimo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the tear from the corner of her eye.
"What? Did your father regret marrying you off to me?" He was confused, "Though regretting it is too late now, I'm going to marry you anyway."
"No... I haven't seen him yet... Wait, that's not right... Ah, neither..." Yimo Qiao answered impetuously, seeming to feel something was wrong and immediately denying it.
Why did it feel like her topic with him wasn't on the same page?
Being called by this flirtatious title made her face burn with embarrassment.
"Haven't seen your father yet? Then you'd rather stay in The Queen's Empire during this time than be with me, right?"
"No... Some things happened after I went abroad... Can you tell me the phone number of the Chinese Embassy? If you don't know... can you help me look up the embassy's number?"
"Tell me what happened first," he stated nonchalantly.
"Okay." Yimo Qiao looked left and right, confirming no one was around, then summarized her situation simply: "After parting with you, I arrived at Anda Airport and was drugged by bad people and taken to Baiser City. During those nearly three months, they didn't touch me, but later several bastards tried to assault me... So I blindly hid behind someone and was brought back to Meyork City by him."
"I thought that foreigner would help me, but he lied to me too and locked me up... Right now, the only number I can reach and remember is yours..."
"If I bothered you, I'm very sorry..."
Thinking back to those nightmare days in dark Baiser City, where women were playthings for men.
Whenever men wanted, women would be ruthlessly bullied by them...
Fortunately, she was working as a female slave in a villa, and had a jade pendant hanging from her neck, saving her from those tortures, while the curvaceous women around her suffered several times a day.
Some committed suicide, some died, some fell into despair...
After being caught escaping, she suffered brutal beatings, her bones almost snapping! If not for Grandma, she would have ended her life long ago!
Later, when the jade pendant was removed, those three thugs cornered her, maliciously unbuckling their belts.
Yimo Qiao fought back frantically, finding a gap to escape. She didn't know where to run, her vision blurred and unable to see clearly.
In pitch blackness, a tall and noble man stood with his ring flashing a cold blue light. So she ran straight toward him, her trembling body pressing tightly against him, hugging his leg.
In that instant, all Baiser City lords turned pale with fright, not daring to utter a word.
She understood in a flash that she was hugging the person with the highest authority here.
Yimo Qiao raised her head in fear, her eyes filled with tears, unable to see his face clearly, only desperately begging him: Please, save me, take me away, I want to go home...
He looked down at her quietly, his cold face seemingly without any change. Turning his head, he said something to those people, and all those lords tried to curry favor, terrified of offending him.
So that assistant named Albert lifted her up with one hand, leaving that black villa...
Leading to the scene later where she bought medicine at the black market...
Recalling these memories, Yimo Qiao wiped her tears in despair: "That's roughly what happened..."
Silence lingered on the other end for a long time. Beisen Ji suppressed his feelings, his tone remaining cold:
"Didn't expect you experienced so many things. That place is even more terrifying than Myanmar; hard to imagine how you survived..."
"..." The girl lowered her head in sadness.
He took a deep breath: "So where are you right now?"
"I..." Yimo Qiao sniffled, looking left and right, "I don't know either..."
"It's the ocean here. This person built a huge castle on the sea. From here you can see Queen's Mountain; I was at Queen's Mountain a few days ago..."
Yimo Qiao surveyed her surroundings. This castle interior was grand and magnificent, filled with luxury and futuristic technology, unlike the ancient, mysterious Mont Saint-Michel Castle.
The ocean water was deep, not looking like land would reveal itself during low tide...
Beisen Ji analyzed: "Queen's Mountain... Ocean... Could it be Meyork State's King's Castle?"
"King's Castle?"
Yimo Qiao seemed to have heard her best friend talk about it...
"The world's number one ocean castle, King's Castle, under the name of Sichen Wright Fleming."
In the next second, Beisen Ji was shocked and disbelieving: "Little wifey, don't tell me you mean Sichen Fleming was the one who brought you out of Baiser City?"
"I..." She panicked, feeling as if a huge stone was crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Sichen Wright Fleming...
His last name was Sichen?
Last name in front??
She remembered Western last names were usually at the back. If the last name was placed in front, it represented a supreme surname, a special symbol of royal lineage!
Western history recorded that it was extremely rare.
Moreover, royal family clans were different from ordinary royalty; royal clans held even greater power than royal families! Even higher than the sky!
So...
That man...
Oh no! Oh no!!
She seemed to have provoked him!
No wonder he locked her up!
"Why aren't you speaking?" The other end asked.
Yimo Qiao was clearly frightened, gasping for air: "Yes, it's him. He rescued me in Baiser City..."
"Are you sure it's Sichen Fleming?"
A man of his stature required even presidents to make three personal visits. How could a fragile girl like her come into contact with Sichen Fleming?
Logically, if she dared rush over to beg for help, she'd be shot dead by those thugs halfway before even reaching him.
"I..." Yimo Qiao was somewhat confused by his questioning.
"Why would someone of Sichen Fleming's level go to Baiser City in person?"
This was another question. Beisen Ji was puzzled, then continued to ask, "Is there anyone beside him?"
She could answer this question: "There's a man named Albert, green eyes, very tall and built."
As for the rest, she didn't know them either.
Beisen Ji confirmed: "Then it really is Sichen Fleming. He's not easy to deal with."
Yimo Qiao sniffled: "I remember he went to Baiser City to find someone."
"Someone? Who?"
"I... don't know..." Yimo Qiao tried hard to recall, "Seems like he was looking for someone named Xuán."
"Xuán..." Beisen Ji froze for a second, sneering coldly, "So he was looking for her."
"Mr. Ji, do you know this person?"
Beisen Ji denied: "Don't know. I only know Sichen Fleming is a promiscuous, shameless bastard who not only slept with countless women, but also forced them to abort their children."
Hearing this, Yimo Qiao trembled violently.
Beisen Ji wasn't wrong, and Sichen Fleming was a man with heavy tastes!
He was insanely fierce!
The pain on her body still made her unable to forget!
"Then... can you tell me the embassy's phone number?" Her voice softened.
"Little wifey, did he do something to you?" Hearing the subtle sobs on the other end, Beisen Ji guessed a thing or two.
Yimo Qiao wiped her tears with one hand, rubbing her aching lower abdomen with the other: "Mr. Ji, I don't want to stay here, not for another second. I want to go home..."
This dirty, violent dog of a man, a promiscuous scoundrel!
Staying one more second was a virus infection!
Now that she was out, escaping shouldn't be a problem!
"Okay," he comforted coldly. "Don't worry. The place you're in right now—even if the embassy knew, they couldn't get in. Calling them is useless. But I can handle this matter for you. King's Castle isn't a place he frequents often; take your time composing yourself."
"R-Really?" Yimo Qiao was suspicious... "But... why can't the embassy get in?"
Beisen Ji glibly deceived her: "Sichen Fleming's power and status are higher than the president. If he fabricates evidence to slander you before the embassy, what will you do?"
In front of absolute capitalists, presidents bowed and scraped to him. A young girl like her—what did she have to fight back with?
"I..."
Yimo Qiao was temporarily speechbound, her mind blank.
Seeing her hesitate, Beisen Ji knew his trick worked, so he continued: "So rest assured, he won't come back to King's Castle. He has many residences in this world."
"Really?" Yimo Qiao's tone was somewhat hesitant...
But reading between the lines, she understood he didn't want to give the embassy's contact info.
"Of course, but I have things to handle here and can't go to Meyork anytime soon." The cold voice on the other end turned hushed, sounding somewhat disappointed.
If he won't give it, then forget it. Yimo Qiao still expressed gratitude: "No need, Mr. Ji. I don't want to drag you into this."
"Can I interpret this as an excuse because you're worried about me?"
"..." Yimo Qiao's lips twitched.
What was wrong with this person? Why did he always tease her?
"I'm so happy. Wait for me, I'll hack into King's Castle's defense system right away, then send a helicopter to pick you up. Then we husband and wife can cultivate our feelings."
Beisen Ji's voice betrayed wild charm.
Yimo Qiao, who was originally touched to tears, was pushed back to reality by that last sentence.
She smiled awkwardly: "I'll try to find a way out on my own..."
She didn't want to wait for the embassy anymore, nor did she want to wait for him.
Besides, this castle was so big; she didn't believe there was no exit.
"What? You don't trust me?"
Yimo Qiao said gently: "I trust you, but I know Sichen Fleming is hard to deal with. If you get dragged into this..."
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