Han Jingyun said kindly, “This drama is about to start filming. We’re only missing the female lead. Once Miss He signs the contract, she can enter the crew immediately. The set is in a mountainous area—after joining the production, she can focus on filming. It’ll be a good way to avoid the recent rumors and public scrutiny.”

Ho Junfeng urged, “Yan-yan, sign the contract quickly. Jingyun has thought everything through for you. I acknowledge her professional ability—you should trust her the way you trust me.”

He Yanzi opened her eyes and coldly looked at the two standing side by side. “I won’t take it. Ho Junfeng, you said it yourself—once I sign the divorce agreement, I’m no longer Mrs. Ho. My affairs are none of your business.”

She turned to leave.

A flicker of anger crossed Ho Junfeng’s eyes. He waved his hand, and the bodyguards at the door blocked He Yanzi.

Unhappily, he said, “Yan-yan, you’ve been far too disobedient lately. You need to be taught a lesson.”

He stepped toward her.

He Yanzi struggled desperately. “What are you trying to do? We’re about to divorce—I don’t need you meddling in my life! Let go of me!”

Ho Junfeng seized her hand.

Han Jingyun immediately stepped forward, opened the folder, and flipped to the signature page of the contract.

He Yanzi fought with all her strength, cursing as she struggled.

But Ho Junfeng turned a deaf ear. He only tightened his grip, forcing her hand to sign her name on the contract.

She heard him say, “I’ll personally take you to the film set.”

She was shoved into the car. The drive took more than ten hours before they reached their destination.

He Yanzi hadn’t eaten or drunk anything. She had no strength left, too weak to even speak.

There was no longer any strength to resist.

Ho Junfeng, however, seemed very satisfied with her “obedient” state.

He carried her out of the car.

The sky was overcast, and a cold wind swept through.

The producer and director had received notice in advance. When they saw Ho Junfeng, they hurried over to greet him. “President Ho is here.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of Miss He.”

Ho Junfeng lowered his head and glanced at He Yanzi, her eyes half-closed. “I heard your first scene is a major one—the female lead waking up weak and then turning the tables? Yan-yan’s current condition is perfect. You can start filming right away.”

The producer froze for a second, then immediately caught on. “Yes, yes! We didn’t expect President Ho to care so much about this production that you even reviewed our shooting schedule. To help the character get into the role quickly, we did arrange that major scene first…”

He Yanzi was sent into the makeup room to get her styling done.

In the end, it was the makeup assistant who noticed something was seriously wrong. After quietly asking, she learned that He Yanzi hadn’t had any food or water for over ten hours. Startled, she brought her some warm water and slipped her a few energy bars.

He Yanzi barely regained a bit of strength before she was already taken to the filming location.

The female lead’s role was that of a policewoman posing as a victim. She infiltrates the scene as a hostage and, at a critical moment, fights back, sends a signal to her colleagues lying in wait outside, and works with them to take down a group of internationally wanted criminals.

It was indeed a big-budget film. The sets, lighting, and props were meticulously crafted.

So what He Yanzi saw was almost identical to the place where she had been kidnapped as a child—a one-story building with no windows, only a ventilation hole the size of a baby’s fist.

The walls, floor, and door were all stained with dried blood.

At first, He Yanzi forced herself not to think about her childhood experience, trying her best to overcome the fear in her heart.

But when she saw a small, mangled figure in the corner, she clenched her fists, her whole body going rigid.

That figure crawled toward her, stretching out a hand and making a final plea for help. “Sister, save me…”

A long trail of blood was dragged across the floor.

The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air.

He Yanzi suddenly looked at Ho Junfeng.

Only he knew that when she was kidnapped, another hostage—a six-year-old boy—had been murdered, and that he had begged her for help before dying.

Ho Junfeng frowned. But beside him, Han Jingyun’s face revealed a look of condescension, mockery, and satisfaction.

In that instant, He Yanzi understood.

Ho Junfeng hadn’t done this—but he had told Han Jingyun the details of her childhood kidnapping.

Han Jingyun was the one behind it.

He Yanzi desperately told herself over and over: Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. It’s all in the past. This is fake—it’s just filming.

But the blood-red scene before her made her uncontrollably curl into herself.

She was dragged back into her most terrifying nightmare. Her whole body trembled; cold sweat ran from her forehead down her jaw and into her neck. She had to open her mouth wide and struggle just to draw in a single breath of air…

Her teeth chattered as she let out a desperate cry for help. “Help…”

But no one cared.

Surrounded by the stench of blood, He Yanzi struggled to breathe, yet couldn’t take in even a trace of fresh air.

She felt as though her lungs were about to burst. Clutching her chest, she gasped frantically.

At last, darkness closed in before her eyes, and she completely lost consciousness.

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