The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

"Comrade Yu Lian, if you feel unwell at all, please tell me. These dishes were just cooked and are still steaming hot, so you can eat them without worry. Or, I can eat with you. Fruit will be brought over shortly after the meal. Please be patient; I assure you you will be safe, okay?"

The spacious room was comfortably warm, and the fan was blowing directly in her direction, so it wasn't hot at all.

Apart from her and a young lesbian, there was no one else. Calling it a kidnapping is more like restricting personal freedom.

"I want to see the people who kidnapped me."

This wasn't the first time Yu Lian had made this request, but she had never received a response.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. If you want to see our boss, I'll call him right away."

Just when Yu Lian thought she was finally going to meet the person who looked exactly like He Lin, a man who looked nothing like her and was much older than her arrived instead. A young man and a middle-aged man—how could Yu Xin misunderstand them?

"Who wants to see your boss? I want to see the man who kidnapped me!"

"I'm sorry, comrade, I'm just an employee and don't have much say. My job today is to take good care of you. If they find out I haven't done a good job, they'll dock my pay. I promise no one will hurt you. Could you please sit quietly for a while?"

After making a fuss for a while, Yu Lian stopped—she needed to save her energy for when it mattered most.

"So what is my purpose in coming here?"

"All I need is for you to watch a movie, about an hour long, and I guarantee I'll get you home before 10 p.m.

Yu Lian had been in a daze since arriving here, until an hour later, when she saw He Lin appear in the open space downstairs. He was immediately surrounded by people as soon as he entered. Yu Lian was certain that it was the real He Lin, and immediately leaned against the window and called for help.

"Comrade, you'd better not waste your energy. Even if you shout as loud as you can, the people outside won't hear or see you. Besides the distance, these windows are specially made; even bullets can't break them."

Yu Lian refused to believe it and tried for ten minutes straight—He Lin really didn't react at all, only focusing on talking to the people below. It was clear that he was very angry and anxious, but thankfully he hadn't lost his temper.

"Get your people out here, I want to see your boss."

The same middle-aged man emerged: "I'm the boss. What can I do for you?"

"Release Yu Lian. Tell me your conditions, and I will meet them."

The boss sat on the wooden chair in the middle, his face full of disdain: "Can you come up with ten thousand yuan if I ask for it now? You're a son-in-law from a fallen family, how dare you say such a thing?"

He Lin wouldn't be angered by these words. Seeing that he remained unmoved, the boss immediately changed the subject: "You're in such a hurry. If I remember correctly, you two had a marriage of convenience, and you'll divorce when the time comes. You're not here to save your career, are you? Well, that makes sense; men usually prioritize their careers."

He Lin was blocked by more than a dozen burly men and had no choice but to listen to this nonsense.

"I'll give you thirty seconds to think about whether you want to release them or not." Even when facing so many people and being in a vulnerable position, He Lin remained calm.

"That's not right. I remember that Young Master He's family has fallen on hard times. What gives you the confidence to say that?"

He Lin's gaze remained unwavering; in this silent war, he was the one who persevered to the very end.

"Let's not beat around the bush. The real reason I invited Young Master He here was to make friends and have a heart-to-heart talk. How about we play a game to ease the tension?"

There was absolutely no need for He Lin to agree; the other party acted first—the huge curtain behind them was pulled back, revealing two enormous fermentation tanks.

"Two people: one is a scoundrel who owes me money, and the other is a fake wife who's just playing along. You have to choose one, and you only have one chance. Who will you pick?"

The two people were suspended above the fermentation tank, their entire bodies wrapped in black cloth, not even their hands were visible.

How can I be sure you're not lying to me?

"Hmph, you have no right to disbelieve me. Now that you're on my turf, you must follow our pre-set procedures every step of the way. If you're unwilling..."

"rule."

He Lin compromised.

The middle-aged man sat back down in his chair, taking a leisurely sip of tea. "It's simple. You have to choose one. The rest will go into the fermentation tank and help me brew wine..."

He Lin stared intently at the two people above, but he couldn't tell who the real Yu Lian was from their figures or any other features that could provide information, nor could he be completely sure whether Yu Lian was actually there.

"You have three minutes to think it over. After three minutes, the two of them can keep each other company."

These words plunged He Lin into a dilemma—even if he had made the right choice, people would still die here today. The conveyor belt was turned on, and grain was continuously fed into the fermentation tank, the rustling sound interrupting his thoughts several times. The minute hand of the clock on the wall kept ticking.

"Last minute. Young Master He, will you choose or not?"

"I won't choose." The time wasn't up yet, He Lin gave his answer.

"Oh, you're not choosing? In that case, you may leave. Someone please escort you out..."

"Wait, I'll take her off."

He Lin still wasn't sure if there was really anyone inside, or if his choice was right. But a faint intuition lingered in his heart—that everything would be alright. If the chosen one was Yu Lian, that would be for the best. If not, then they would die together.

"Exchange? We don't have that rule. Unless..." The middle-aged man sized He Lin up and down, "unless you kneel down and kowtow three times, then I might agree to your request..."

He hesitated for only a second before standing up: "Sorry, time's up, there's no room for negotiation. Since you've made your choice, put the one on the right down!"

The other person suddenly stood up and shouted at the men controlling the ropes on the platform. He Lin instinctively rushed forward, but more than a dozen people blocked his way. The thick wall of flesh meant that even if he used all his strength to take down five or six people, he couldn't overcome the endless stream of people coming to stop him.

Yu Lian watched from upstairs, her heart aching. She couldn't understand why these people had gone to so much trouble to stage this—was it simply to torment He Lin?

"Let me out!"

Yu Lian couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go out and tell He Lin the truth. Watching from up there alone, with the live broadcasts constantly ringing in her ears, was unbearable.

"Comrade Yu, please be quiet. I can't let you out, and I don't have the key. Struggling will only be a waste of your energy, and you might hurt yourself. Take my advice, at the latest, half an hour—I guarantee you'll be able to leave in half an hour."

At her repeated pleas, Yu Lian returned to her seat. In the short time it took to say just two sentences, the situation below had completely changed.