AWB Chapter 267 Can You Let Me Go?
Chapter 267 Can You Let Me Go?
After returning home, Gu Bai made an excuse that there was an urgent matter at school and hurriedly left. He walked quickly to the entrance of the residential area and hailed a taxi.
"Driver, to Jinxiu Garden." He gave Li Yunma's address, glancing through the car window at the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following them.
As the taxi entered the main road, Gu Bai leaned back in his seat, the voice of Li Yunma on the phone playing in his mind.
That hesitant tone, and that final "I'm sorry" choked with tears, made him realize that things weren't so simple.
"Young man, we've arrived." The driver's voice brought him back to reality.
Gu Bai paid the fare and, after getting out of the car, did not go directly into the residential area, but instead went around to the back gate.
He remembered me saying that Li, the pregnant woman, lived in Building 3. She found a secluded spot where she could see the entrance to the building, took out her phone, and pretended to be waiting for someone.
As night fell, the streetlights in the neighborhood came on. Gu Bai's legs were getting numb from standing for so long when he finally saw a familiar figure appear at the entrance of the building—it was Li, the pregnant woman.
She was wearing loose clothing, carrying a shopping bag, and walking unsteadily towards the entrance of the residential complex. Gu Bai quietly followed, keeping a safe distance.
Li, a pregnant woman, went to the convenience store at the entrance of her residential compound and bought some daily necessities. Just as she was about to go back, a man wearing a baseball cap suddenly appeared and blocked her way.
Gu Bai quickly hid behind a tree and listened carefully.
"Did you receive the items?" The man's voice was low, but Gu Bai still heard it clearly.
Li, the pregnant woman, nodded, her face pale: "I...I've done as you said, can you please let me go?"
“You’re still far from it,” the man sneered. “Remember, if you dare to try anything…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but the threat was clear.
The pregnant woman, Li, trembled all over and nodded repeatedly, "I know, I know..."
The man handed her an envelope, then turned and disappeared into the night. Li, the pregnant woman, stood there, motionless for a long time.
Gu Bai secretly took a picture of this scene with his phone. He watched as Li, the pregnant woman, walked back dejectedly, and felt a mix of emotions.
This woman, whom I once helped, is now clearly in some kind of predicament.
He decided to continue his stakeout. He waited for three hours, until late at night. During that time, he sent me a message. In the early hours of the morning, Gu Bai finally made a new discovery. A dark figure stealthily approached Building 3 and slipped something into Li Yunma's mailbox. Gu Bai quickly took a picture, and after the person left, he quietly went to check.
There was a brown paper bag in the mailbox. Gu Bai hesitated for a moment, then took it out. By the light of his phone, he could see the handwriting: "See you at the usual place tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon."
He put the things back exactly as they were, already having made up his mind.
A few days later, Gu Bai sent me a message: "Sis, look at this."
I opened the message, and it was a screenshot from a security camera. In the video, a man wearing a baseball cap was stuffing a brown paper bag into Li's (the pregnant woman's) mailbox.
I immediately dialed Gu Bai's number: "What's going on?"
“I suspect that Li Yunma is being threatened,” Gu Bai said in a low voice, his voice tinged with tension. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her house these past few days and I’ve noticed that someone is frequently sending her things.”
My heart sank: "Keep an eye on things, but make sure you're safe."
"Don't worry, sis," Gu Bai smiled, his tone becoming more relaxed, "I'm your brother, I won't get into trouble so easily."
Meanwhile, Jiang Yichen's investigation also made progress. He sat in his study, looking at the documents in his hand, his brows furrowed.
“Momo,” he looked up, his eyes serious, “I’ve found out that the Jin family has been acquiring a large number of our company’s scattered shares recently.”
A chill ran down my spine: "What are they planning to do?"
“They might be trying to control the company through the secondary market,” Jiang Yichen stood up and paced back and forth in the room. “We must find evidence as soon as possible.”
Just then, my phone rang. It was a message from Gu Bai: "Sis, I found out some things, you'd better take a look."
I opened the message; it was a video. In the video, Li, the pregnant woman, was talking to a man wearing a baseball cap. The man handed her an envelope, which Li took, and nodded palely.
My heart sank: "Yichen, look at this..."
After watching the video, Jiang Yichen's face darkened: "Li, the pregnant woman, has been bribed."
"But..." I clenched my fists.
"Why did she do this?"
“They might have been threatened,” Jiang Yichen said in a deep voice, a cold glint in his eyes. “The Jin family has always been ruthless.”
Just then, Xu Sisi sent a text message, "Sister Mo, the tax bureau people are here to audit the accounts again!"
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down: "Are the accounts all prepared?"
"Ready,"
“Our accounts are clear, they can’t find anything.”
I breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
The phone rang again. It was Little Sweetie calling: "Sister Mo, don't worry, we'll definitely get through this!"
I smiled, a warm feeling welling up inside me: "Thank you for your hard work."
I hung up the phone and looked out the window. The last rays of the setting sun shone on the glass, reflecting my slightly tired face. But I knew that this battle had only just begun.
The promise to meet Lin Shu had been postponed for a few more days.
Now I'm going to see her. It's late at night in the pediatric ward. The smell of disinfectant is pungent, mixed with the intermittent cries of children, like tiny needles pricking my eardrums. The corridor lights are pale, reflecting the mottled marks on the walls, like some kind of silent accusation.
Li, the pregnant woman, was curled up on a bench in the corridor, clutching a faded canvas bag tightly in her arms, as if it were her only support. Her figure was thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Her eyes were empty, staring at the floor, as if waiting for something, or as if running away from something.
As I approached, her body jerked violently, as if stabbed by something. The canvas bag slipped from her arms and fell to the ground with a dull thud. Its contents scattered everywhere, several lab reports fluttering out, their dense data and the doctor's scrawled handwriting particularly jarring.
“Miss Gu, please leave me alone!” Her voice suddenly rose, trembling with despair. Her knees slammed heavily against the tiled floor with a dull thud. Her forehead pounded against the ground repeatedly, as if punishing herself or trying to rekindle some long-lost hope.
I hurried forward and reached out to support her shoulder. Her body was as light as a withered leaf, as if it might shatter at any moment. The protruding bones in her back pressed against my palm through her thin hospital gown, like some kind of silent protest. There was a lingering bruise on the side of her neck, shaped like a mark made by some kind of metal object, with a faint purple tinge at the edges.