The preparations could be said to be foolproof. The group, determined to make the construction site building Ren Yanqing's burial ground, had installed countless explosives throughout the site, leaving no chance for Ren Yanqing to escape.
However, when planting the explosives, they deliberately avoided the basement building and even the two adjacent buildings near the basement. No explosives were placed in these areas, ensuring the basement would remain untouched and that no harm would come to anyone inside.
Still, the sound of the explosion would undoubtedly frighten people.
Half an hour before the agreed time, Duan Ming handed a phone and a pair of earphones to Ruan Qing, signaling that he could entertain himself by playing games or listening to music if he was bored.
No one else had any objections. The phone didn’t contain a SIM card, so it couldn’t make any calls. Besides, calling the police at this point didn’t matter—the deafening explosion would naturally alert them.
The construction site was quite far from the police station. Even if officers were alerted immediately, it would take them at least an hour to arrive. Even if the boy made the call now, it wouldn’t affect their plan.
Tonight, Ren Yanqing... would die.
No matter how well-prepared they were, plans sometimes encounter unforeseen circumstances. The group checked the construction site thoroughly several times, entering and exiting repeatedly, before heading to the basement at the last moment.
The atmosphere in the basement was completely different from that of the construction site building. The contrast was striking, almost jarring.
In the basement, the boy sat leisurely on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs while hugging his precious laptop, obediently playing with the phone.
He looked as though he was enjoying a peaceful moment, warm and blissful.
Before planning this kidnapping, the group had never considered the future. They had never imagined that another person would come into their lives, let alone one who could profoundly affect their perspective on the future.
And yet, that seemed to be the case. Simply watching the boy filled their hearts with a swelling emotion—one they could only describe as happiness and fulfillment.
Ruan Qing seemed to sense their gazes. He looked up at them, then immediately held his phone and laptop protectively in his arms, as if afraid someone might try to snatch them away.
Evidently, the sense of happiness and fulfillment was one-sided.
The group: “...”
Their gazes darkened, a flicker of ruthlessness and danger flashing in their eyes.
It wasn’t directed at the boy, but at the others in their vicinity. Unless they dealt with those around them, the boy’s future would be difficult to secure.
Tonight was not only Ren Yanqing’s death sentence—after his demise, it would also mark the death of four of their own.
They were destined to have only one victor.
Although this was what everyone thought deep down, none of them revealed anything outwardly. They remained expressionless, as they had been before.
The agreed-upon time was fast approaching, and the group left the basement one after another.
Zhou Jinchen was the last to leave. Just as he turned to go, someone tugged at the corner of his shirt.
He lowered his gaze to look at the slender fingers clutching his shirt, and then his eyes shifted to the owner of those fingers.
Ruan Qing raised his head and gave Zhou Jinchen a sweet smile, so obedient that it could melt anyone's heart. "Good night."
Zhou Jinchen was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Ruan Qing to bid him goodnight.
After all, Ruan Qing had never gone to bed this early, nor had he ever said goodnight to anyone before.
Zhou Jinchen replied awkwardly with a faint "Mm." "Good night."
After speaking, he paused briefly, then turned and left the basement.
This time, he locked the basement door again—not to imprison the boy but to prevent him from wandering around and getting injured in the explosion.
When everything was over, the boy could go wherever he wanted. He would no longer be confined.
He could give him everything he desired.
The agreed-upon time arrived. None of them wore masks or disguises. They openly waited at the designated spot.
Ren Yanqing arrived quickly.
The group stood facing Ren Yanqing from a distance. Their eyes were filled with hostility and murderous intent, and the atmosphere froze in that moment.
Ren Yanqing glanced around but didn’t find the person he was looking for. Suppressing the urgency and worry in his heart, he spoke coldly, "Where’s my son?"
"Hand over the money, and you’ll get the person."
"If I don’t see my son, you won’t see a penny from me."
Zhou Jinchen sneered. What an act. If they were true kidnappers, no one would know it better than Ren Yanqing himself.
Yan Lulin took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
“Boom——!!!”
The sound of the explosion was deafening, nearly shaking the heavens. A massive burst of fire lit up the night, illuminating the entire construction site building for a fleeting moment and even causing the ground nearby to tremble violently.
The explosion came so suddenly that no one was prepared—no one… managed to escape.
The flames engulfed everything, burying it all. In an instant, the construction site building was reduced to ruins.
The newly built building collapsed so abruptly, leaving only three buildings in the corner untouched by the explosion. However, the impact shattered the walls facing the blast, rendering them uninhabitable.
Years of construction efforts were destroyed in an instant.
With the two adjacent buildings collapsing, the bustling street outside was revealed.
The blocked light finally streamed in, shining upon the now-ruined construction site, making the scene appear especially eerie.
Because the explosion happened so suddenly, all the workers inside the construction site were killed.
That included Ren Yanqing, as well as the people he had brought along.
***
A few minutes earlier.
After Zhou Jinchen left, the basement was once again occupied by only Ruan Qing.
The expression on Ruan Qing’s face was no longer one of unease or fear. Instead, a hint of delight and composure could be seen.
Anyone could tell he was in a good mood at that moment.
Ruan Qing walked over to the bed, sat down, and wrote a few words in a notebook with a pen.
His handwriting… was completely different from before.
Previously, his handwriting had been delicate and elegant. But now, his strokes appeared more casual, flowing like clouds and mist, exuding an air of effortless confidence.
There was even an undeniable sense of arrogance in it.
It was obvious—this was his true handwriting.
The viewers in the livestream were utterly stunned. None of them had expected that the earlier handwriting was fake.
[Amazing. Spent the whole night mimicking, all for nothing. Should I marvel at how clever my darling is, or pity the poor side piece?]
[Wife, how did he manage to go to such lengths? This is honestly terrifying! Who would fake things to this extent?]
[I always thought my wife was easy to fool and naïve after losing her memory, but it turns out the naïve one was me.]
What Ruan Qing was writing wasn’t anything else—it was the names of five people.
Previously, when writing about physical descriptions in his notebook, he had already mentioned a few names, so it wasn’t strange that Ruan Qing knew them.
But he didn’t just write the names down—he crossed them out one by one, including Zhou Jinchen’s and Duan Ming’s names.
It felt somewhat odd.
Even stranger was how he hummed cheerfully along to the music playing in his headphones while writing, as if he was in an exceptionally good mood.
This made everything seem even more peculiar.
Why can't I read chapter 295.2?
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