He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

It is night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The huge complex of buildings, under the pull of the moonlight, looks like a huge monster with bared fangs and claws.

After Qiao Wangshu successfully escaped from the Mo family manor, he did not dare to stop for a moment and ran rapidly towards the predetermined route.

Every nerve was extremely tense.

My heart beats like thunder.

She herself didn't know how long she had been running until her legs became weak. She slowly stopped, put her hands on her hips, bent over and gasped for breath.

"Bam—"

Suddenly, she felt a sharp, dull pain at the back of her head. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Qiao Wangshu was awakened by being splashed with cold water.

The burning pain at the back of her head reminded her that this was not a dream.

She raised her eyes and suddenly met the pupils of a woman. She frowned: "Is it you?"

"It's me." Song Wenya curled her lips and smiled, her eyes full of mockery and disdain.

At this time, Qiao Wangshu was tied to a cross wooden stake, with her arms spread out, her hands and feet tied tightly. She had planned her escape plan for a whole month, and finally escaped from the control of that terrible man, but was caught here by her cheap stepsister.

"What do you want to do?" Qiao Wangshu and Song Wenya have always been at odds, but she could never have imagined that Song Wenya would even dare to do something like kidnapping.

Song Wenya smiled contemptuously: "My dear sister, don't be nervous, sister just wants to ask you for a favor."

"Help?" Qiao Wangshu sneered: "The way you ask for help is really special."

"Heh~" Song Wenya chuckled and shrugged, "I know you don't like me. It's the middle of the night, and I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with you. As long as you promise to help me steal the Mo family's jade ring and the official seal of the Mo family consortium, I will let you go immediately. I can promise you that once I get the things, I will give you the freedom you want most. Don't you hate Mo Beichen? Help me get what I want, and I will kill him for you."

Mohist jade ring?

The official seal of the Mo Group?

Qiao Wangshu didn't like Mo Beichen. That man was moody, violent and paranoid, and his desire for control and possession was so strong that it was outrageous. But she had to admit that Mo Beichen really spoiled her enough and gave her everything except freedom. If Song Wenya was willing to steal what she wanted, she would have a great chance of getting it. But she didn't understand, what did Song Wenya want those things for?

To overthrow Mo Beichen? To control the Mo Group?

Judging from the tone of his voice, he might even want to take Mo Beichen's life.

Where does Song Wenya get the capital and courage?

Qiao Wangshu really wanted to regain her freedom. She didn't like Mo Beichen, but she didn't really want to kill him: "What if I don't agree?"

for this answer.

Song Wenya was not very surprised.

This cheap sister of hers had a fatal flaw: she was too soft-hearted and too timid. Mo Beichen doted on her, and everyone in the capital knew it. If she was asked to harm Mo Beichen, she probably wouldn't agree.

Song Wenya raised her eyebrows: “Are you sure?”

Qiao Wangshu was silent.

The answer is self-evident.

Song Wenya clapped her hands.

The dimly lit room suddenly lit up with incandescent lights, illuminating every corner of the room. Qiao Wangshu then noticed that the room was very large, and there were not only her and Song Wenya. There was also a group of men in black clothes, who looked fierce and tall. They were holding all kinds of weapons, whips, sticks, knives, and even electric batons...

Qiao Wangshu felt a chill on his back and his beautiful pupils flickered.

Song Wenya was very satisfied with her reaction and turned her head to glance at the man in black holding a tray on the side.

The man in black walked over with an expressionless face.

Song Wenya picked up a thin needle from the tray and put the tip of the needle against Qiao Wangshu's arm: "I'll give you another chance, do it or not?"

The metal tip of the needle is chilly.

Qiao Wangshu's scalp tingled, and she swallowed hard, becoming even more certain that these people were not good people. Regardless of whether she was willing to hurt Mo Beichen, if she really got involved with this group of people, she would probably end up in a worse situation. Her eyes were red, and she stared at Song Wenya without saying a word, with a stubborn look on her face.

A slender silver needle as long as a finger pierced into the flesh.

"what……"

Qiao Wangshu screamed in pain, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Song Wenya did not break her bones, but pinched the soft flesh under her arm and pierced it with a long needle. While torturing her, she said sinisterly: "It's not too late for you to agree to cooperate now."

Qiao Wangshu clenched his teeth and still said nothing.

"Still as stubborn as when you were a kid." Song Wenya picked up the second needle and pierced her flesh again.

I chose the arm as the location because I didn't want to leave too obvious marks.

After all, he still hoped that she would confuse Mo Beichen and steal things from him.

Qiao Wangshu's screams echoed in the empty room.

The night is quiet.

It was horrifying to hear.

One after another, the long needles pierced into the flesh. There was no room in the left arm for more long needles, so Song Wenya switched to the other side...

Time seems to have sunk into a swamp.

Every second seemed as long as a century.

Qiao Wangshu bit his lip in so much pain that he was almost numb.

"Enough, it's too noisy!" This house is a suite. There is a small compartment in the southwest corner. The man's voice came from inside. I could only hear his voice but not see him. "My patience is limited. Since Miss Qiao is unwilling to cooperate, then forget it. It's just that Mo Beichen and I are irreconcilable. Miss Qiao suffered so much and still refused to help me. It seems that my information is not accurate. Mo Beichen loves and pampers you, but you don't love him and hate him, but it's not true. Since you protect him so much and he loves you so much, if I use you as bait, he will definitely take the bait."

At this point, the man paused and continued, "Miss Song, I leave this woman to you. Just keep her life as bait. As for the rest... naturally, the more distressed and sad Mo Beichen is, the better. Understand?"

Song Wenya was very respectful to the man: "Just leave it to me, I will not let you down."

The bright incandescent light in the room went out again, leaving only a small dim light.

The man came out of the cubicle.

Qiao Wangshu's eyes were blurred by the sweat dripping down his head. In addition, the light was dim, so he could only vaguely see his back as he left, but could not see his face clearly.

It is obvious that the cooperation is failing.

Song Wenya had no more scruples. She picked up the pliers from the tray, pinched Qiao Wangshu's left index finger, and pulled her nail out of her flesh.

"what--"

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain of pulling out a nail is worse than acupuncture.

As soon as the man walked out of the door, he heard Qiao Wangshu's sharp, piercing, painful screams. He curled his lower lip in mockery, "The ancients were right. The sting of a wasp is the most poisonous, and the heart of a woman is the most poisonous. She is Qiao Wangshu's sister, but she can be so cruel. Tsk, so cruel!"

The man beside him bowed and said, "After all, she is not my biological sister."

"Ha~" the man sneered contemptuously: "It doesn't matter if we are close or not. For the sake of interests, even brothers will eventually become enemies."

As he spoke, Mo Beichen's face appeared in his mind, and veins bulged on his forehead with hatred.