Chapter 1242: Chapter 617: Seeing Tan Shuya and Lu Wangshu

Lu Jingchen couldn’t help tightening his grip around Song Qiao’s hand, his black eyes like they’d just been splashed with ink, thin lips pressed together.

He lowered his head and kissed Song Qiao on the forehead, then spoke gently, "Don’t worry, we will definitely get Wangshu back. Our son will be fine..."

But Song Qiao’s tears kept rolling down. From the moment her son disappeared, to finding out he’d been taken by Tan Shuya, up until now, her nerves had been strung tight as a bow. Now she’d seen that car yet not her son’s figure, and her mind instantly started heading to the worst possibilities, making her begin to fall apart.

Nan Moyan’s attention had been on their surroundings the whole time. It was his first time here, so everything felt very unfamiliar, but his instincts were already telling him which way he should go.

The man’s thin lips pressed into a line as he looked straight at Lu Jingchen and said lightly, "You and Qiaoqiao stay here, I’ll go check over there."

Lu Jingchen lifted his eyes toward Nan Moyan, and before he could speak, the woman in his arms had already said, "Ge, I want to go with you."

Nan Moyan lowered his gaze to look at Song Qiao, his eyes deepening. After thinking for a moment, he didn’t refuse. "Okay."

Since Song Qiao wanted to follow Nan Moyan, Lu Jingchen naturally followed right behind his little wife. But seeing how tightly Song Qiao was clinging to Nan Moyan now, it did make Lu Jingchen feel a little sour.

Still, this wasn’t the time to be jealous—after all, their son hadn’t been found yet.

The West Pier, big or small, wasn’t exactly huge but wasn’t tiny either. Among all the piers in An City, West Pier was the third largest. Song Qiao was still held in Lu Jingchen’s arms as they walked forward step by step, following right behind Nan Moyan.

Nan Moyan had, after all, spent years in a hail of bullets. His reconnaissance and counter‑reconnaissance skills were far stronger than Lu Jingchen’s, who had long been in charge of CK Group. Even from the slightest traces, he could see which direction Tan Shuya had taken Lu Wangshu.

A few minutes later, the phone in Nan Moyan’s pocket suddenly rang. He stopped, took it out, and saw that it was a call from one of his men.

He frowned slightly, slid to answer, and held it to his ear. "Yeah?" he said calmly.

On the other end, a voice immediately came through. "Boss, have you guys reached the West Pier yet? We think we saw a woman taking a kid toward the ferry terminal..."

Nan Moyan’s brows knit instantly, and he asked without thinking, "Where are you?"

The man answered right away, "We’re in the tallest building here at the West Pier, on the seventh floor. Hey, hey, hey... Boss, I think I see you. Just keep going straight and you’ll get to the ferry terminal..."

Nan Moyan didn’t say anything else. He swept his gaze around and, sure enough, spotted a building not far away. But that building was already in a severe state of disrepair, like it could collapse at any time.

He looked up toward the seventh floor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and indeed saw what looked like someone standing there.

Retracting his gaze, he looked at Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen, lips pressing together as he said, "Let’s go. Tan Shuya took Wangshu toward the ferry terminal."

Song Qiao’s face went pale, and she hurriedly followed right behind Nan Moyan.

...

On the shore by the ferry terminal, Tan Shuya kept glancing irritably at the watch on her wrist. There were still four minutes until six o’clock, but just those four minutes felt like years to her. She wished those people would appear in front of her immediately so she could get on the boat sooner.

She was gripping Lu Wangshu’s wrist tightly. The little guy’s wrist was already covered in purple bruises, but not a trace of pain showed on that stubborn little face—it was exactly like Lu Jingchen’s.

All around was the sound of waves crashing against the shore. The pier was surrounded by abandoned cargo containers, not a single person in sight.

Just then, the man who had been staying by Tan Shuya’s side, vigilantly watching the surroundings, suddenly changed expression and said to her, "Miss, it seems like someone’s coming."

Tan Shuya’s face shifted. She immediately turned around warily to look behind her, yanking Lu Wangshu tight in front of her as a shield. Her eyes fixed on the only path leading this way.

Sure enough, the moment she saw who was coming, she couldn’t help letting out a cold laugh. Her smile was filled with mockery and venom. "You’re pretty fast. I didn’t think you’d actually manage to find your way here."

Song Qiao spotted Lu Wangshu, who was being held in front of Tan Shuya, at a glance. Her heart lurched and skipped a couple of beats. She instinctively wanted to run toward them. "Wangshu..."

"Stay right there and don’t move. Don’t come any closer. Otherwise, let’s see what’s faster—your speed, or me killing this kid." Seeing Song Qiao about to rush over, Tan Shuya immediately clamped her hand around Lu Wangshu’s neck and spoke in a vicious, icy tone.

Lu Jingchen wrapped his arms around the suddenly frantic Song Qiao, holding her tight in his embrace, but his gaze was locked on Tan Shuya ahead. He spoke up, "Tan Shuya, what do you actually want? You can tell me. Don’t hurt my son. Let my son go."

The man’s voice was a little hoarse, but almost devoid of fluctuation. His eyes were fixed steadily on Tan Shuya.

Tan Shuya was stunned for a second when she heard Lu Jingchen’s words, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She stared straight at him and said, "What if what I want is for you to divorce Song Qiao right now and marry me instead?"

Lu Jingchen’s face instantly sank, his gaze suddenly flashing with a killing intent.

Song Qiao hadn’t expected Tan Shuya to make such a demand. She subconsciously turned to look at Lu Jingchen beside her.

Seeing both their reactions, the smile on Tan Shuya’s face grew even wider, and her eyes became several degrees more poisonous. "As for the title of Young Mistress of the Lu Family, don’t worry, I already lost interest a long time ago. I know that even if I let your son go, you’d never let me off so easily. So... I’ll just take your son away and let you taste what it’s like to lose a child, to live a life worse than death. I just didn’t expect you to catch up so quickly."

What she wanted was nothing more than that Young Mistress position in the Lu Family, and to use it to seize back everything that should have been hers in the first place.

——There will be three more Chapters today. The second one will be up before midnight. The third and fourth will be very late, so you can check again tomorrow morning. It’s almost the end. The first extra will be about Ning Wan and Xi Mohan; I’ll decide the second one later based on the situation.