Don't go crazy, your mother is reborn

She didn't know what Qi Yu wanted from her, but she was sure that he would not let her die.

Otherwise, he would have had countless opportunities to take action when they lived in the fishing village.

Even the explosion that caused the plane to fall into the sea was carefully designed by him.

Before, she thought Qi Yu had a morbid possessiveness towards her because of their childhood together, but now it seems that is obviously not the case.

If I guessed correctly, what he wanted to do should be related to the woman in the wheelchair.

She tightly grasped Shen Yanqing's hand, leaned close to him and lowered her voice: "That woman."

Shen Yanqing was so smart that he understood what she meant in just one sentence.

He put his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling, and told the man in black behind him: "Since Mr. Shen has no sincerity in negotiation, there is no need to keep the hostages. Let's start with the one in the wheelchair."

The veins on the back of Qi Yu's hand bulged, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke as calmly as possible: "Aren't you afraid that I will really kill her?"

"If she dies, I'll be with her."

Shen Yanqing's right hand hung down and interlocked his fingers with hers, his eyes firm.

"Well, I'll see how long you can keep being stubborn."

Qi Yu spoke fiercely, obviously already enraged.

Before she finished speaking, Gu Baiwei felt that the things in her brain moved more violently, as if something would pop out of her head at any time.

The bone-gnawing pain made her hold her head with both hands and scream uncontrollably.

Shen Yanqing hugged her tightly, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word: "Burn that woman."

The black-clad bodyguard responded, and someone immediately brought over a bucket of gasoline from somewhere and poured it directly on the wheelchair.

Then there was a click, and the flame from the lighter illuminated the woman's pale and bloodless face.

As the firelight got closer, even the tiny pores on the woman's face could be seen clearly.

Qi Yu clenched and unclenched his hands, then clenched them again. When the flame was less than an inch away from the person in the wheelchair, he raised his voice and said through gritted teeth: "Stop, I agree to your conditions."

After the last word fell, Gu Baiwei, who had been gritting her teeth tightly, suddenly felt her body soften and she fainted directly in Shen Yanqing's arms.

He hurriedly bent down and hugged the person horizontally. At this moment, he almost compromised.

Shen Yanqing has experienced countless dangerous situations since he was a child, but this is the first time he feels so panicked.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly and turned away.

"Wait, give her back to me."

Qi Yu spoke through gritted teeth, his words filled with suppressed anger.

How dare they treat her like this? He had gone to great lengths to keep her intact until now.

If anything happened to her, he would make sure that all of them died miserably.

"We will return it to you when we leave safely. As a token of sincerity, I will return this little girl to you first."

As Shen Yanqing finished speaking, the black-clad bodyguard holding the little girl stepped forward and threw the sleeping little girl into Qi Yu's arms.

Qi Yu, however, didn't even look at her and threw the little girl directly to his men. His dark eyes stared at the lifeless figure in the wheelchair, and his heart trembled slightly.

Only after everyone got into the car did the black-clad bodyguard suddenly push the wheelchair forward and quickly jump into the black sedan that had already started.

Qi Yu's heart was entirely on the wheelchair, and he had no time to care about them. The moment the wheelchair was pushed forward, he immediately pounced on it.

The wheelchair was about to hit the nearest tree. Qi Yu's pupils suddenly shrank. The next moment, a ghostly figure in red stood sideways in front of the wheelchair.

The huge inertia caused the wheelchair to hit the woman's abdomen without any hesitation. Ye Mei groaned, covered her abdomen and slowly squatted down, but her hands were still tightly holding the armrests of the wheelchair to prevent the person on it from falling off.

"Owner."

There was suppressed pain in her voice, and she looked up at the man she had liked for a long time with hope.

The man ran towards her hurriedly, with a look of panic and tension on his face that she had never seen before.

With hope in her eyes, Qi Yu picked up the woman in the wheelchair, his face full of joy of regaining what he had lost: "Sister, I'm so glad you're okay."

He lowered his eyes to carefully check her condition, his gaze fell on a dark corpse spot on the back of her pale hand, and said nervously: "Sister, don't be afraid, I will take you back now."

Damn it, she had been out of the coffin for too long and her skin had started to rot.

Without even looking at Ye Mei who was lying on the ground with a look of anticipation, he strode away with the person in his arms, his steps big and quick.

Ye Mei stared blankly at the direction where he disappeared, and slowly lowered her hand that was covering her abdomen. The back of her hand was a shocking color of blood.

When she reached out to grab the wheelchair just now, a large piece of skin on the back of her hand was scraped off, and it was now a bloody mess.

But he didn't even look at her, not even a glance at her.

She is even worse than a dead person.

Boundless bitterness spread in her heart. She staggered to her feet, holding on to the tree next to her. She stared at the man's back as he walked away, a self-deprecating arc appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Gu Baiwei slept until the afternoon of the next day.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a person lying beside the bed, and her hand was held by that person, who did not relax at all even in his sleep.

Seeing that his brows were slightly furrowed in his sleep, she couldn't help but pull out her hand and gently touch the wrinkles between his brows with her fingertips, trying to smooth them out with a little force.

Just as she touched him, the long and curly eyelashes of the sleeping person moved, and the next moment, his deep black eyes slowly opened, and the moment he looked at her, there was immediately a gleam in his eyes.

Gu Baiwei didn't expect him to wake up so soon. She was about to withdraw her hand awkwardly, but he reached out and held it.

As their eyes met, he slowly moved closer and whispered her name: "Weiwei."

Seeing that handsome face gradually getting bigger in front of her, Gu Baiwei closed her eyes nervously. However, before the expected soft lips could fall on her, the door was pushed open with a bang.

"Aunt, wow, I was scared to death, you finally woke up."

Ye Chuyue rushed in with red eyes, pushed Shen Yanqing aside, and reached out to hold Gu Baiwei in her arms.

She was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, and she quickly reached out and patted her back hard, squeezing out two words with difficulty: "Let... go."

However, someone who was immersed in sorrow did not notice the sound as soft as a mosquito's whistle until a big hand mercilessly pulled her aside.

She immediately got angry: "What are you doing? I'm worried that my aunt is not doing well?"

"Yes, I was so worried that I rolled my eyes."

A chilly voice sounded behind her, and she turned around to see two extremely similar faces.

She frowned and looked at one of them: "Why are you still here?"