After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 162 Assassination in Wenzhen

Jiang Ming is spending the Song family's money and is constantly trying to kill them. How deep must his hatred for her be?

Song Qiao looked at Liu Jiawang and asked, "Is it still possible to find Wen Zhang? Have his family and children all left?"

"I'm not entirely sure about this either. If I weren't a gatekeeper, Jiang Ming would probably have kicked me out too."

Then he looked at Song Qiao: "You must not tell anyone that I told you this. This person is ruthless. I heard that he kidnapped Wen Zhang's son and took him to the airport, where he severed his Achilles tendon."

Song Qiao closed her eyes. How blind she had been in her past life to treat such trash as a treasure.

"Master Liu, Jiang Ming ran away after taking people hostage. Can you come forward and testify about this?"

Standing to the side, Lu Mingxuan, who hadn't spoken until now, asked.

Liu Jiawang initially shook his head, but then looked at Lu Mingxuan and said, "It's possible, but you have to give me the money."

Before Lu Mingxuan could answer, Song Qiao agreed first: "Okay! Is 500,000 alright?"

Upon hearing the word "500,000," Liu Jiawang's eyes lit up with surprise: "Okay! Give it to me now, and I'll stand up and testify only after I see the money."

"it is good!"

Song Qiao took out her phone: "Send me your bank card number."

After Liu Jiawang sent Song Qiao her bank card number, she transferred the money without thinking.

"Okay, we'll pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. You come with us to the police station and tell the police everything you know."

Liu Jiawang looked at Lu Mingxuan: "Okay! Then I'll be waiting for you at home at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"There's one more thing I need your help with."

Lu Mingxuan took out his phone and opened the photos of Tong Yao and Wang Cuihua: "Do you know these two people? They also live in this town."

Liu Jiawang looked at it carefully and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go home and ask my wife."

Liu Jiawang took Lu Mingxuan's phone back to the room, and Song Qiao then took a closer look at the small courtyard.

It's probably a staff quarters for some organization. The yard isn't big, and there's a patch of garlic planted along the wall. The garlic sprouts are growing green, and some of them are covered with plastic film.

About ten minutes later, Liu Jiawang came out of the room and said, "My wife also said she doesn't know it. You should go ask someone else."

Lu Mingxuan took the phone and glanced at it before turning his gaze back to Liu Jiawang: "Okay, it's settled then. I'll come pick you up tomorrow. Get ready."

"it is good!"

Liu Jiawang agreed, and Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan walked out of the courtyard.

It was already 7 p.m., and the lights in every house were on, as were the streetlights.

"Qiaoqiao, didn't Jiang Ming give Wang Cuihua 1.5 million? Could she have bought a house here?" Lu Mingxuan asked.

The two people walking down the street didn't know where to look for Wang Cuihua and Tong Yao.

"Buying a house is probably impossible. Wang Cuihua left Jiangcheng with Tong Yao because she was afraid I would take the child back. If she buys a house, wouldn't she be worried that we would come looking for her?"

Lu Mingxuan thought about it and realized that what Song Qiao said made sense. Wang Cuihua was currently living a nomadic life with her child and it was impossible for her to buy a house here.

"Then let's go back to the place where you saw them that day and look for them again," Song Qiao reminded Lu Mingxuan.

At this hour, Song Qiao was afraid that people would misunderstand her for still knocking on doors.

"it is good!"

As the two were walking towards the vegetable vendor's stall, a man suddenly ran out of the alley and, upon reaching them, brandished a dagger, lunging at Song Qiao.

Upon seeing this, Lu Mingxuan's first reaction was to stand in front of Song Qiao.

"Qiaoqiao, watch out!"

As the knife pierced Lu Mingxuan's body, the masked man turned tail and ran.

By the time Song Qiao realized this, it was too late. A dagger was stuck in Lu Mingxuan's back, and blood was slowly seeping out from under his coat.

"Mingxuan! How are you?"

Song Qiao's eyes widened as she watched the masked man run away. She shouted, "Help! Someone come quick!"

Lu Mingxuan held Song Qiao's eyes and looked at her, saying, "Leave here quickly."

After saying this, he collapsed into her arms.

Seeing this, Song Qiao looked up at the car two hundred meters away, her eyes red as she looked at Lu Mingxuan: "Hold on, I'll go get the car."

Despite it being winter, Lu Mingxuan was sweating profusely. Dongqiao put him down on the ground, grabbed the keys, and ran over to drive the car.

As she ran, she kept looking back at Lu Mingxuan, afraid that the thug would come out again.

When Song Qiao opened the car door with trembling hands, she stepped on the gas and drove the car to Lu Mingxuan's side.

Despite her trembling body, she reminded herself: stay calm and don't panic.

Opening the car door, Song Qiao ran back to Lu Mingxuan's side, looked at the knife stuck in his back, and asked, "Lu Mingxuan, how are you feeling?"

If Lu Mingxuan hadn't taken the knife for her, it would probably have pierced her abdomen.

"I...I'm fine, help me into the car."

Seeing that it was too late to go back to Jiangcheng Hospital, Song Qiao quickly said, "Okay! I'll take you to the nearby town hospital."

"No need... I have a first-aid kit in my car, you can help me stop the bleeding first."

Lu Mingxuan's navy blue wool coat was soaked through, and Song Qiao realized that if the bleeding wasn't stopped in time, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"it is good!"

Song Qiao helped Lu Mingxuan back to the back seat of the car with difficulty. He looked at her with a pale face and said, "There's a first-aid kit in the trunk!"

Song Qiao hurriedly went to the trunk to get the first-aid kit.

Upon opening it, a first-aid kit was indeed found inside, which Lu Mingxuan prepared to use to save people at any time.

Back in the car, Song Qiao turned on the overhead light. Looking at the knife, she froze, too afraid to move.

"It's alright... just pull the knife out."

Song Qiao looked at it, her hands trembling, tears streaming down her face involuntarily: "Mingxuan...I..."

"Hurry up, I'm a doctor, just do as I say."

Song Qiao gritted her teeth, pulled the knife out of Lu Mingxuan's back, and as he lunged forward, his body collapsed onto the seat.

"Lu Mingxuan, are you alright?"

Song Qiao asked while crying.

Lu Mingxuan didn't even have the strength to speak, but he struggled to raise his arm: "Take it off!"

Song Qiao quickly took off his coat, revealing a white turtleneck sweater underneath, its back stained red with blood.

"Take it off!"

After Lu Mingxuan said this, he lay in his seat with his eyes almost closed, and he tried hard to remind himself: Don't close your eyes.

Song Qiao reminded herself that Lu Mingxuan's life was in her hands, and she couldn't afford to delay.

Song Qiao raised her arm and took off Lu Mingxuan's sweater, immediately revealing the conspicuous knife wound on his back.

"Mingxuan! I'd better call 120." She was afraid she wouldn't do it right and would waste time.

What appeared before Song Qiao's eyes was a ten-centimeter gash, from which blood was flowing uncontrollably, and she was terrified.

"It's too late..."

Lu Mingxuan opened his eyes again because of the pain and looked at Song Qiao: "There's medicine in the first-aid kit, let's reduce the inflammation first!"

Lu Mingxuan was pale, but he still watched as Song Qiao offered her encouragement.

"it is good!"

Song Qiao took out the medicine, thought for a moment, and poured it directly onto his wound with the bottle, which would be faster.

"A hemostatic agent!"