RYEY -Chapter 327 Looking for Someone

Fortunately, the ointment from the hospital finally began to work, and the wound was slowly healing. If, at this point, he still didn’t realize that he had been poisoned by Ye Jun, then he truly would have been a fool.

Heh. Ye Jun was only capable of this much—making his skin itch for a few days, that was all. A trace of mockery flashed through Wu Fan’s eyes, yet in his heart, a more vicious scheme to force Ye Jun to bow his head was already taking shape.

Wu Fan began to plan. Finally, on the night of Lunar New Year’s Eve, he saw the children outside the Cheng family’s siheyuan happily setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he quietly approached little Cheng Li. With a sharp chop to the neck, he knocked the boy unconscious and then quickly left. He originally planned to take Cheng Li out of the capital, but there were no trains leaving that night.

So he had no choice but to entrust Cheng Li to his childhood friend, telling him that if he didn’t show up within a week, he was to send the child away—to Hexi, to his ex-wife.

That was Xu Hui’s biological mother. You people dared to seize someone else’s son and refuse to give him back—then you should also taste what it feels like to have your own son seized by someone else.

His childhood friend was somewhat reluctant. The child was fair-skinned and delicate, obviously raised with care. Looking after him for a week would be no problem, but taking him all the way from the capital to Hexi seemed a bit too much.

Wu Fan gritted his teeth and took a bank passbook out of his pocket. Inside were his life savings—ten thousand yuan in total.

His friend’s gaze wavered. Life had been extremely hard for him; he didn’t even have a fixed place to live, never knowing where his next meal would come from.

With this ten thousand yuan, and considering he still owed Wu Fan a favor from childhood, this kind of thing suddenly seemed acceptable.

They agreed on a time and place to meet. The friend took the passbook, slung little Cheng Li over his back, and disappeared into the night. The decision would be made after one week.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan looked at Cheng Qiao’s anxious expression, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

“Your son, Cheng Li, has been sent away by me. If you want to see him, have Ye Jun treat my illness first. Oh, and before that, you’d better remove the poison from my body.”

“Where is my son, Cheng Li?”

Cheng Qiao ignored Wu Fan completely and asked again.

Wu Fan shot her a sideways glance and sneered.

“You slut. If you want to know where your son is, hurry up and detoxify me. Otherwise, if your son dies, don’t blame it on me.”

Smack—

A sharp slap landed on Wu Fan’s face. Li Huan had struck him. Who was he calling a slut?

Wu Fan’s cheek burned with pain, and his gaze turned vicious.

“Hahaha! If you want to see your son, go see him in the netherworld.”

“See him in the netherworld…”

Cheng Qiao repeated the words. Suddenly, she remembered how Xu Laidi had said the same thing to her in her previous life. A surge of murderous fury erupted from her chest, and a delicate medicine box suddenly appeared in her hand.

She opened the lid, revealing several compartments. Cheng Qiao took out a bottle of eye drops, put the box away, and walked toward Wu Fan.

Wu Fan’s heart pounded. He felt instinctively that those eye drops were nothing good. As Cheng Qiao approached, he cried out uncontrollably,

“Ah—!”

Before the sound could fully escape, something was flicked into his mouth. It melted instantly on contact—he didn’t even have a chance to spit. At the same time, his eyes felt cool and refreshing, so comfortable that he didn’t want to open them.

When he finally opened his eyes again, the room was no longer filled with flashlight beams. Wu Fan let out a sigh of relief—the feeling of having a flashlight shining in his eyes had been truly unbearable.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Where is my son?”

Cheng Qiao spoke again. Wu Fan thought she had already turned off the flashlight. A smug smile appeared on his lips—so she was still begging him.

“I—”

He wanted to say that if she wanted to see her son, Ye Jun had to cure him first.

But his mouth moved, yet no sound came from his throat. And his eyes…

“You want to ask whether the flashlight is turned off,” Cheng Qiao said calmly. “I’ll tell you—it’s not. It’s still shining right into your eyes.”

Wu Fan’s heart sank completely. His limbs wouldn’t move, his throat made no sound, and perhaps he couldn’t even see anymore. In this state, what was the point of living?

“Give me the antidote, and I’ll tell you where Cheng Li is.”

Cheng Qiao watched his lips move. A pill so bitter it made one nauseous was placed into his mouth. Instantly, his throat began to itch unbearably, and he couldn’t stop coughing.

“Speak. Where is my son?”

“With my childhood friend.”

“Where is your friend? Don’t play tricks. I’ll verify it immediately.”

“I don’t know where he is.”

“You’re playing me!”

Li Huan exploded in anger. He grabbed Wu Fan by the collar and yanked him up. Wu Fan shook his head frantically, sweat beading on his forehead.

“I really don’t know where he is! I had him leave that very night. We agreed to meet seven days later at the Ancient City Tower.”

“Why seven days later?”

Wu Fan gave a bitter smile and shook his head. Wasn’t he planning to wait until the Li family panicked before showing up to negotiate? Who would’ve thought he’d be itching so badly he couldn’t even leave the house—and once the itching stopped and he could go out, he got poisoned again.

Cheng Qiao and Li Huan exchanged a glance. Both saw the same urgency in the other’s eyes. Li Huan took a deep breath and told Wu Fan to give them his friend’s original address.

Half an hour later, Cheng Qiao and Li Huan rode their bicycles to the door of Wu Fan’s friend’s place. A flashlight beam swept over the house number posted at the entrance—it matched exactly what Wu Fan had said.

Bang, bang, bang…

Li Huan knocked on the door, but there was no response. Instead, the door next door opened, and an old man looked at Li Huan warily.

“It’s so late—who are you looking for?”

“Is A-San here?”

“No.”

“Do you know where he went?”

“No idea. Haven’t seen him for three or four days.”

“Did he have a child with him?”

“I don’t know. Who exactly are you, coming to look for someone so late? I’m calling the police.”

“A-San owes my family money. I’m here to collect a debt.”

Hearing that they were debt collectors, the old man’s gaze toward Li Huan softened with sympathy. He himself had lent that little rascal two yuan, hoping it would be repaid before the New Year—who knew the man would disappear instead.

“Uncle, is this house A-San’s, or is it rented?”

“That little rascal owning a house? No way. Oh—you’ve reminded me. He probably couldn’t afford the rent anymore, so he ran off.”

“Uncle, may we go inside and take a look?”

The old man nodded, though a look of disdain tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew what the young couple was thinking—he could guarantee that inside A-San’s place there would be nothing but trash and dust.

The old man went back into his own house and came out with a kitchen knife. Li Huan and Cheng Qiao both jumped in alarm. Anesthetic powder appeared in Cheng Qiao’s hand, ready to send the old man into unconsciousness if he made a move.

Li Huan stepped forward at once, shielding Cheng Qiao behind him. His eyes were locked on the kitchen knife in the old man’s hand, his whole body taut, fully prepared for a fight.