Chapter 308 - Old Friend
Sir, How About A Marriage?
Song Ning gritted her teeth to endure the pain as doubts welled up in her heart. At this moment, she had no choice but to resign to her fate. She could only take it one step at a time and see what would happen next.
The car gradually pulled further and further away from the city to the countryside.
Song Ning could not help but feel uneasy. Was she being kidnapped? She looked down at her injuries. Although she could not see her face, based on the pain, her face injuries should not be any less than what she could see on her body. Who would kidnap and sell a woman with such injuries? With such a weak body and serious injuries, it would not take much for her to die.
Song Ning looked at the time on the dashboard. After more than an hour, the car finally drove into a village.
The pedestrians on the road slowed down and watched from the sides.
One of the women said in a low voice, âIâll have to trouble you to close your eyes and pretend as though youâre on your last breath. When we get home, weâll carry you in. Remember to feign unconsciousness. Donât worry. Weâre really not bad people. After the villagers have seen you, someone will come and pick you up in the middle of the night. Then, the following morning, weâll spread the news that youâve passed away and hold a funeral for you.
Song Ning was confused. She asked in a trembling voice, âW-who⦠Who am I?â
The woman was hit by a realization. âOh, thatâs right. Iâm sorry, I forgot to tell you. Youâre taking on my nieceâs identity. Youâre here to recuperate from your serious injuries. We didnât have money to treat you so we brought you home. Like I said earlier, weâll then fake your death and hold a simple funeral for you. This way, even if someone investigates, there wonât be anything suspicious.â
âWho? Who will investigate this matter?â Song Ning asked, growing more and more confused. Was the police looking for her?
The woman shook her head. âI donât know. All these things were told to me by my niece. Itâs best you do as she said. She told me youâre her best friend and that youâve helped her a lot. Weâre helping her to return your favor. We hope that youâll remember her kindness in the future and watch over her. That childâs life is really tough, after all.â
As the woman spoke, she lifted her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Ning asked, âYour niece? Whatâs her name?â
The woman replied, âHer name is Yang Li.â
Song Ning was taken aback. âYang Li?â
Ever since the film festival, Song Ning had not seen Yang Li. She assumed that with Director Pan around, Yang Li would have no problem leaving Ye Xin. Since she had no intention of returning to the entertainment industry, she rarely asked about the othersâ news. She assumed they were all doing well in their respective fields.
The woman nodded and said with a sigh, âThis is her hometown. She lived here with her grandfather since she was young. Her parents came to pick her up later on, and she never returned. She told us youâre her benefactor. Since youâre in trouble, she asked us to help you. So believe us, weâre not bad people.â
This time, Song Ning nodded. She believed in Yang Liâs character.
At this time, the car began to slow down.
The two women gestured for Song Ning to lean on their shoulders.
Song Ning closed her eyes as she was told. There was no need to pretend much with her current appearance. Anyone looking at her now would think she was on her deathbed.
When the car finally pulled to a stop, everyone stopped to watch just as expected.
As Song Ning feigned unconsciousness, she heard the sighs and discussions of the people in Yang Liâs hometown. Many things were said.
At this time, the two women wore sorrowful expressions on their faces. One of them said, âThe doctor in the city said thereâs no hope and to bring her home. This childâs life is really tough. Iâll have to trouble everyone in the coming days; she might need everyoneâs help.â