Chapter 14 - Master, Our Daughter Is Kidnapped (2/2)

Daughter?

What daughter?

Shen Qianshu was at a loss, a hint of sorrow flashed in her eyes, disappearing as quickly as it came. She looked down slightly, hiding away the sadness behind a mask. She could feel the tip of the man’s nose almost touching her jaw. He could only see her long, dense lashes sweeping upon her eyelids and fair skin, she looked like an adorable rabbit.

Her cute, cherry lips were too close, giving off a peachy scent that was as sweet as honey, tugging fiercely at his inner desires. Ye Ling’s gaze darkened and his throat bobbed dangerously. He wanted to strangle her thin neck and destroy her, yet he was also seduced by her beauty, wanting nothing more than to ravage her with no mercy.

She gently tugged on his lapel, ending his shadowy thoughts, the crisp, white shirt cold under her touch. Shen Qianshu turned to him with a heart wrenching expression, lips trembling and eyes starting to well up. “Master, our daughter is kidnapped, you have to save her!”

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In a small, dilapidated warehouse, two large, burly men guarded the entrance while one watched over a small figure inside. An adorable child was seated pleasantly on an old and broken bed, a powder blue school bag laying on its side. Little Cutie Pie was around seven years old, schooling a pair of lively big eyes and long, dense eyelashes. With skin that was fair white and delicate, tender little arms and a head of soft, short hair, the child had an exquisite face, causing people to often mix up his gender.

“Uncle, I’m hungry.” he spoke up softly, his gaze pitiful and the misery emanating off of him in waves. The burly man guarding him snorted and clicked his tongue impatiently, then eventually rummaged in the cupboards, tossing two packets of biscuits onto the table. Little Cutie Pie glanced at the biscuits, before proceeding to rip them open carefully. As he nibbled on the biscuit, big fat tears streamed down his tiny cheeks. Without any warning, he cried loudly, “I miss my mommy!”

A beautiful child always made one’s heart ache. The child had already been kidnapped for half a day, and had been well-behaved throughout. His sadness tugged at the heartstrings of even the coldest of men.

“Stop crying, you can go home tonight.”

Little Cutie Pie stared imploringly at the rugged man, tears glistening in his watery eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

Little Cutie Pie gave him an anguished face, “But I’m dying.”