Chapter 364: Chapter 360: Pursuit (Part 1)

Ling Chen picked up the co-pilot’s phone and answered the call.

"Wanqing..." Before he could even inquire, he heard a familiar voice from the other end of the line: "Ling Chen, stop chasing. Your little tricks can’t stop us."

"Is that you?" A shock ran through Ling Chen, and he responded gravely, "Where are you taking Wanqing?"

"That’s none of your business. Rest assured, I won’t hurt her. At most, in a week, I will deliver her to you unharmed... Oh, wait, better than before actually, hahaha!"

"Zhu Hong, if you lay a finger on her, I will pursue you to the ends of the earth."

"I welcome you to try," Zhu Hong laughed and hung up.

Listening to the busy tone, Ling Chen furrowed his brows. He instantly accelerated to the limit, disregarding red lights and rushing straight through.

A journey of several tens of kilometers took him less than ten minutes. He maintained a speed around two hundred kilometers per hour, leaving even the traffic police who tried to pursue him far behind. They couldn't even see Ling Chen’s tail lights.

Upon arriving at the airport, Ling Chen parked his car by the roadside and hurried into the terminal, scanning the crowd for Xia Mutong.

"Ling Chen, over here."

Hearing Xia Mutong’s voice, Ling Chen turned to see her in uniform, waving at him. He quickly walked over, glanced at the two airport policemen by her side, and asked, "Did you find her?"

"I’ve asked the airport police to keep an eye out, but so far there’s no sign of Miss Nanrong."

Ling Chen looked around at the moving crowd. Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Have you checked the private jets? The people who took Wanqing know I am searching for them; they wouldn’t be on a commercial flight. They’d definitely arrange a private jet to leave."

"Alright, I’ll check it out for you. Wait here." Saying that, Xia Mutong walked away with the two airport policemen.

At that moment, in the VIP channel of the airport, two Mercedes sedans slowly entered the apron, heading directly towards the hangar.

As the hangar doors opened, a small Boeing jet was parked inside, and several security personnel were conducting the final pre-flight checks.

The two Mercedes cars came to a halt. The doors opened, and a young man in a crisp suit, with a distinguished air and a mild, gentle smile, stepped out. He walked over to the other Mercedes, looked at the suited bodyguard coming out of the car, and asked, "Is she awake?"

"Not yet."

"Take her to the plane." After a brief pause, the young man changed his mind. "Never mind, you go do your thing. I’ll carry her on board." He then bent over the back seat of the car and, looking at Wanqing Nanrong, who was leaning on the headrest asleep, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. His fingertips gently glided over her smooth, soft cheeks, savoring the fineness of her skin.

Under the caress of the young man’s fingertips, the sleeping Wanqing Nanrong seemed a bit uncomfortable. She raised her arm, gently brushing her cheek, and murmured with a tone of annoyance, "Stop it, Ling Chen, let me sleep a bit."

Hearing his own name escape her lips, the young man’s face instantly darkened, his look turned icy. He grunted lightly, pulled Wanqing Nanrong’s arms over, and scooped her up, heading straight for the plane. This action gradually roused Wanqing Nanrong from her slumber.

Opening her eyes, Wanqing Nanrong saw the young man in front of her, her face changing slightly in surprise. "Zhu Hong? Why is it you?"

"Why can’t it be me?" Zhu Hong offered a faint smile. "Didn’t you reach an agreement with that person? He had a sudden matter, so he asked me to take you there."

"Do you know Mr. Yun? What’s your relationship with him?"

"That’s not for you to worry about; you’ll find out in time."

Wanqing Nanrong furrowed her brows, her face showing a hint of irritation. Struggling a bit in Zhu Hong’s arms, she softly demanded, "Put me down. I can walk."

"The exoskeleton suit you had on has been removed. Let me carry you instead, just like the old times."

Wanqing Nanrong reached down to touch her legs, finding, just as Zhu Hong had said, the exoskeleton suit was indeed gone. Seeing this, she looked up at Zhu Hong’s handsome face, her eyes conveying slight resentment, and questioned, "Afraid I’d run away?"

"You’re overthinking it."

Once on the plane, Zhu Hong set Wanqing Nanrong down in a seat and secured her seatbelt, then casually sat down opposite her.

Feeling the plane start to move slowly, Wanqing Nanrong glanced at Zhu Hong, feeling somewhat puzzled.

When she went to meet with Mr. Yun, Zhu Hong had not appeared. Later, when she reached an agreement with Mr. Yun and got into that Honda minivan heading towards the airport, she felt a wave of dizziness and unconsciously fell asleep. When she awoke, she was already here, completely unaware of what had happened in between.

Thinking this far, Wanqing Nanrong instinctively reached into her pocket but found nothing.

"Looking for this?" Zhu Hong shook the cellphone in his hand.

"Give it to me."

"Sorry, I can’t do that yet. If you want to contact your family, I will give you a chance later." "I reached an agreement with him, but I didn’t agree to restrict my personal freedom."

Zhu Hong corrected her, "It’s just as a precaution. You know, you have that annoying Ling Chen around; I don’t want any trouble."

"Are you afraid of him?"

"Afraid?" Zhu Hong scoffed coldly. "Why should I be afraid of him? Wanqing, there’s so much you don’t understand. Ling Chen is just a minor character. I don’t want to waste energy on him. If you think you might end up with him, I advise you to discard that thought. It’s impossible for you two to be together; he’s not worthy of you."

"That’s my personal affair, and you have no right to make decisions for me, nor is it your place to judge Ling Chen."

Zhu Hong appeared unconcerned. "Talking about this now is pointless. Time will prove everything. I’m just curious, what’s so good about that Ling Chen that caught your eye?"

Hearing this, Wanqing Nanrong remained silent, turning her head to look out the plane window, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, back in the airport terminal.

Ling Chen impatiently waited for a few minutes until Xia Mutong finally returned.

"I found it. A small Boeing jet is preparing for takeoff. That private plane is registered under a foreign company."

"What company?"

"Boyang Pharmaceutical."

"That’s it," Ling Chen said urgently. "Where’s the plane? Can we intercept it?"

"I’m afraid not. The plane is already on the runway. Besides, we don’t have a valid reason; air control won’t help us intercept it."