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All these years, Wang Qin had relied on their relationship to take shortcuts and finally managed to climb into the doctor's position. Even though he believed himself to be qualified to contend against Fu Siya, he did not think twice about how to use every method at his disposal to seek revenge. However, looking at her now, her living conditions were much better than before.

However, Wang Qin was still able to discover some clues from Fu Siya's expression. After all, he had also read countless people. It was obvious that although this woman was living comfortably, she was not happy.

The sadness and disappointment that could not be hidden in those eyes were a deep explanation of everything. Wang Qin's mind spun. A good opportunity, he had to seize it. He said in a gentle tone, "Sister, do you have something on your mind?"

Fu Siya didn't want to waste words and directly explained her plan. "Doctor Wang, please give me a diagnosis form of one month's pregnancy."

Wang Qin was stunned. She wasn't pregnant, so why did he report a fake pregnancy? Could it be that she was already married? He should be. He married into a rich family and became a rich wife.

As for the rich lady in the Wealthy Class … Life didn't seem to be that happy. Wang Qin pondered for a moment, then he opened up a report. He knew that at this moment, Fu Siya would not say anything more even if he wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Fu Siya was very satisfied with the words displayed on the list." How much do you want? "

Hearing the word money, Wang Qin's eyes immediately lit up. "How much do you think you should pay?"

Fu Siya took out her phone and swept through the 2-D code on the table before casually counting a few numbers. This price should be enough, right? " She suddenly pursed her lips into a smile, and said with a tone full of warning: "Only you and I know about this. If there is a third person who knows about it, Doctor Wang should be careful."

Wang Qin looked at the amount displayed on his phone. The amount had left him speechless. As expected of a rich master, he would casually hand over a large sum of money.

Riding on the plane and then on the train, Song Mingjian finally arrived at Desert South Province. The border province, home to a large number of ethnic minorities, was awash in cold water, and the streets were deserted and desolate at a time when financial storms were sweeping through.

Looking at the time, it was already 2: 15 in the afternoon. The place where Yi Yue company was located was still hundreds of miles away from Lan-Hai City. They should be able to get there before nightfall by bus.

Even though he was tired after a long journey, Song Mingjian did not want to rest. Once his tensed nerves relaxed, he would think of Gu Xiangling. That kind of heart-wrenching feeling was too unbearable.

Since it was a border city, there weren't many people on the bus, around ten of them. They all looked tired after a long journey. Not long after they got on the car, everyone fell asleep.

Song Mingjian was a bit tired, but he couldn't fall asleep. He took out a few copies of Yi Yue company's information and flipped through them. This company was also quite large, occupying almost the entire culture of the Southern Desert Province.

In the carriage, besides the driver, only Song Mingjian was awake. Even the conductor was shaking his head and dozing off. Song Mingjian had been staring at the information for too long and could not help but feel pain in his eyes. He lifted his head to look outside the window. The endless prairie stretched all the way to the horizon, giving one a spectacular sight.

The car lurched and stopped. Song Ming was caught off guard and crashed into the chair in front. What was going on? Just as he was about to stand up, he heard a series of deep "dada dada" sounds.

At the same time, Song Mingjian could smell the strong scent of gunpowder. Bullets rapidly spiraled into the carriage and entered the bodies of the passengers one by one. Blood splattered everywhere. Those passengers were still sleeping, yet they were somehow taken away by Death.

Before Song Mingjian could fall to the ground, he felt his shoulder go numb, and a warm liquid immediately began to seep out. He knew he had been shot, and he fell to the ground in the throes of pain. The sound of the spear lasted for a while before it stopped. Song Ming's sword remained still. Such blatant robbery, the robbers would definitely get on the car to take a look.

Luckily, he didn't bring his valuables and his bank card and cheque with him when he got on the car. The sound of heavy footsteps entered the bus. From the sound of it, it was obvious that it was a burly man.

"Mom …" It's not this. "

"That's not it either!"

"It must be this car. Didn't Old Zhang say that he got on this car?" Those people cursed, as if they were checking everyone's identities one by one.

Song Mingjian's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Were they looking for him? He couldn't help but hold his breath, not making the slightest sound, making himself look like a dead man.

All of a sudden, he felt as if his body was flipped over by someone, pulling his wound. The intense pain almost made him scream out loud. He was sure his face had changed. because he heard a voice saying, "Mom. It's this brat! "

"He seems to still be breathing!"

"Kill him, one more hit!" Song Mingjian almost jumped up to fight them with his life on the line. They have a lot of people, and they have guns. He was already injured, how could he beat them?

Was he really going to die here?

When Song Mingjian thought here, he felt relieved. Death, to him, what was there to be afraid of? After he passed away, he would be able to see the person he longed for day and night.

"Xiang Lai, I'm here."

A dull gunshot rang out and the bullet entered his left chest. The man in shades who had fired the shot probed Song Mingjian's breath and kicked him a few times. He was sure that Song Mingjian no longer showed any signs of life. Brothers, retreat! "

They got out of the car and walked a few steps away. The man in shades took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and threw it into the carriage. The flames burned fiercely and slowly engulfed the entire carriage.

Song Ming clenched his teeth and staggered out of the car. The moment his feet touched the ground, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably. Looking back at the bus, there was already a tendency to explode. He couldn't care less as he quickly rolled on the ground with his head in his hands. He had only rolled over ten meters when he heard a loud explosion. There was a strong smell of burning in the air, and the fire was still burning. Soon, the car was just a skeleton.

The terrain of this area was quite remote, and not even a single car could be seen passing by. It was great to choose this spot to attack. Song Ming used all his strength to tear his shirt apart and struggled with the wound on his shoulder and left chest.

Fortunately, he was different from ordinary people. His heart was on the right side, otherwise, he would have to finish this game.

He had really underestimated Jiang Yuhang. In order to put himself to death, he had really planned things step by step. After a few minutes, the blood seeped through the bandage. A massive amount of blood loss and intense pain caused Song Mingjian to nearly faint. He was only in a few degrees of cold, yet his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Since his shirt was already torn, Song Ming decided to tear the remaining clothes into pieces, wrapping them around his wound and stopping the bleeding.