<h4>Chapter 772: Chapter 774: The Kidnapping Aftermath</h4>


    But all this was predicated on Mu Bingtong’s willingness. If Mu Bingtong really didn’t want to have rtions with him, he would never force her. When the time came, he would let Mu Bingtong stay in the hotel, and Yang Kun would negotiate terms with Chu Ge on his own. This was the original agreement with Yang Kun; it’s just that he hadn’t expected a sudden change of heart.


    Taking a deep breath, Yang Ping steadied his agitated emotions, regretting that he had been fooled while his mind raced. "Yang Kun, you know Mu Bingtong is Chu Ge’s woman, not someone you and I can touch lightly. I advise you to be aware of this and not do something you’ll regret."


    Although he detested Chu Ge, Yang Ping had to resort to invoking Chu Ge’s name at this moment to calm Yang Kun’s emotions, fearing that a desperate Yang Kun might do something to harm Mu Bingtong—and that would be something he’d regret for the rest of his life.


    Thinking back tost night when he had excused himself to find Mu Bingtong, he had specifically inquired about Mu Bingtong’s flight today, and the car Mu Bingtong called for had also been arranged by Yang Ping. Mu Bingtong had no idea; she had always thought of him as a good person, so trusting of him. If she found out that he was one of her abductors, would she hate him?


    With this thought, Yang Ping’s mood became uneasy. He had always presented himself as a gentle figure in front of Mu Bingtong, so even though they hadn’t known each other for long, Mu Bingtong had ced considerable trust in him. He didn’t want to betray that trust, yet now he had already done so.


    After a lengthy internal struggle, Yang Ping clenched his teeth and decided that regardless of whether Mu Bingtong would hate him or not, he must rescue her from Yang Kun’s clutches. Yang Kun was a devil; the longer Mu Bingtong stayed in Yang Kun’s hands, the more danger she was in.


    Hearing Yang Ping’s warning, Yang Kun scoffed, taking a harsh drag on his cigarette. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Don’t worry, I have no interest in that woman. You should be grateful I’m not interested, otherwise she would have been a rag doll by now, heh heh!"


    Yang Kun’sstugh was sharp and piercing, and even through the phone, it made Yang Ping ufortably furrow his brow. However, Yang Kun’s words also reassured him greatly. He feared Yang Kun might take a fancy to Mu Bingtong, but such a self-serving person like Yang Kun, who only loved himself, wouldn’t fall for anyone else. Moreover, Mu Bingtong was very useful to Yang Kun, so he wouldn’t abandon his ns for the sake of lust.


    "Where are you now? I’ming over." He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling annoyed and agitated.


    Yang Kun raised an eyebrow and tossed the still-burning stub into a dark corner. "Are you sure you want toe? I’ll have you know, Yang Ping, I’m not as soft-hearted as you. Mu Bingtong is Chu Ge’s fiancée and very useful. Don’t think about messing up my ns."


    "Rest assured, given the current situation, I won’t do anything to Mu Bingtong. By now, Chu Ge must have heard about her abduction. Even I wouldn’t be stupid enough to start trouble at this critical moment."


    Yang Ping tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. If it weren’t for his concern for Mu Bingtong’s personal safety, why would he speak so nicely to Yang Kun? But he didn’t know yet where Yang Kun and Mu Bingtong were. For the sake of Mu Bingtong’s safety, he had to lower his stance for now.


    Yang Ping’s submissive stance indeed made Yang Kun feel much morefortable. Although in his eyes, Yang Ping was nothing but a failure, he was, after all, an old childhood friend. Thinking Yang Ping wouldn’t harm him, Yang Kun hesitated for a long time before mentioning a location. After Yang Ping noted it down, Yang Kun instructed, "The ce is not far from the hotel where you’re staying. It’s about an hour’s drive. If you want toe,e quickly. I’ve told Chu Ge about Mu Bingtong being kidnapped, but I’ve manipted the video, so Chu Ge won’t know this ce. It will take him some time to find it. Hurry up."


    "Okay, I’ll be right there." Ending the call, Yang Ping walked into the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water soon filled the room. After quite some time, a dull thud echoed from within the bathroom, as if something had hit the wall. It took a while longer before Yang Ping emerged with a gloomy expression, and visible swelling on his right hand.


    Originally, Yang Ping was wearing a bespoke suit, but the address given by Yang Kun was obviously in a suburb. Moreover, there might be some fightingter on, as Yang Ping couldn’t stand the thought of Mu Bingtong being controlled by Yang Kun. With this in mind, Yang Ping changed into more casual clothes, grabbed a hat from the table, put it on his head, and left the room in a low-key manner.


    By now it was almost eleven o’clock, nearing the midday rush, but luckily it hadn’t started, so it was easy to hail a taxi. Sitting in the taxi, Yang Ping’s face was frozen, expressionlessly watching the scenery whiz by the window. The taxi driver tried several times to strike up a conversation, but upon seeing Yang Ping’s icy demeanor, he immediately shut his mouth.


    During the ride, Yang Ping grew visibly impatient several times, urging the driver to go faster. Although the driver was displeased, he dared not voice anyints, seeing Yang Ping’s chill demeanor and simply sped up the car.


    Upon reaching the warehouse Yang Kun had mentioned, it was nearly twelve o’clock, the sun searing hot around midday. Yang Ping squinted his eyes and saw several warehouses nearby, unclear which one Yang Kun was in. He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call Yang Kun again.


    In fact, the moment Yang Ping’s car arrived, Yang Kun noticed. Even though he was inside the warehouse, he had been attentive to the movements outside. As soon as Yang Ping’s call came through, Yang Kun immediately answered.


    "Go to the left, the second row, third one. The warehouse with some blue paint on it – that’s the one." Having neatly reported his location, Yang Kun hung up the phone, then folded his arms and waitedfortably for Yang Ping to arrive.


    Following Yang Kun’s directions, Yang Ping walked to the left, quickly spotting the warehouse Yang Kun had described. After hesitating at the doorway for some time, he finally pushed the door and entered.


    Upon entering, he saw Mu Bingtong tied to a chair in the center. The sudden burst of sunlight from the door prompted Mu Bingtong to regain consciousness instinctively. She struggled to open her eyes, shielding them from the harsh sun streaming through the broken ss above, and looked towards the person walking in.


    Mu Bingtong was aware of Yang Kun’s recent phone call and could tell from his tone that it must have been Yang Kun’s aplice. Despite being a bound captive, Bingtong still wanted to see who Yang Kun’s aplice was.


    The moment he stepped inside, he was greeted by Bingtong’s scrutinizing gaze.