There were two more passengers in the car—one in the front passenger seat and one in the back—both holding items for a memorial service, apparently also there to visit graves.
As soon as they got in, the driver floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward.
"Slow down, safety first." Lin Mengxing, jolted by the sudden movement, said irritably.
The driver grunted in acknowledgment but didn't ease up on the gas.
When they reached the cemetery, the driver kept going straight ahead.
Lin Mengxing and Shen Yunyun both sensed something was wrong.
But before they could react, cold, dark objects were pressed against their heads.
Good grief, they had guns.
Wasn't there a nationwide ban on firearms now?
Where on earth did they get these things?
The two men quickly bound their hands and confiscated their phones.
Lin Mengxing's face turned grim and terrifying.
"Who are you people? Why are you kidnapping us?"
"How much did your backer pay you? I'll double it."
Still, no one spoke. Instead, they taped their mouths shut.
Shen Yunyun's mind raced. Why were they being kidnapped?
Were they after money, or something else?
Or was someone hiring killers?
If it was a hired hit, who could be behind it?
Her first thought was Qiao Shiyue, but in this life, she hadn't had much to do with her. Surely it hadn't come to that?
Yet aside from her, she couldn't think of anyone who hated her enough to want her dead.
Could it be Sheng Mingyang?
Lin Mengxing, meanwhile, was also wondering who had ordered the kidnapping and what they wanted.
Her brow furrowed tightly. She felt she had dragged Shen Yunyun into this.
If she hadn't asked her to come to Haishi, none of this would have happened.
She shot an apologetic look at Shen Yunyun, who responded with a reassuring glance.
Honestly, Shen Yunyun wasn't the least bit worried about her safety.
Her ring space was stocked with plenty of things; survival wouldn't be an issue.
If worst came to worst, she could summon Xu Zimo—he'd definitely take these people out and rescue them.
But then, whether her secret would be exposed was another matter.
Unless absolutely necessary, she would never reveal her secret.
Even though Sister Mengxing was good to her, hearts were separated by walls. She hadn't even told Tang Yu about her secret—how could she tell Lin Mengxing?
Both women remained unusually silent. No one made a fuss or struggled, which struck the kidnappers as oddly smooth.
As the car drove on, Lin Mengxing's expression began to shift.
It grew stranger and stranger.
She recognized the road—it led to the Sheng family villa.
The villa sat halfway up a mountain, with excellent feng shui and a large footprint. Only this one family lived there, with no other neighbors.
Few people ever came here.
So who had kidnapped them? The answer was almost obvious.
And that realization brought a hint of despair to Lin Mengxing's eyes.
Once they were taken into the villa, escape would be impossible.
They'd never get out.
The car drove straight into the villa, and the electronic gate locked behind them.
"Madam, please get out." The old butler came out personally to receive them, his manner extremely respectful.
Lin Mengxing's face was dark, but she couldn't speak.
When the old butler saw that Madam's hands were bound and her mouth taped, he scolded the men harshly: "The master told you to fetch Madam, and this is how you do it? When the master returns, I will report this faithfully."
The men quickly apologized to Lin Mengxing, tore off the tape, and untied them.