Do You Love This Woman?

Only after confirming that Fang Zhou had no tools left on him did the “kidnappers” finally show satisfied expressions, their tone becoming more assertive.

“Hmph, not very honest, are you?”

Fang Zhou silently retorted in his mind: Sure, sure, you’re the honest ones—honest enough to rob and extort people for ransom.

“I was just taking some self-defense measures. What if you didn’t keep your word? Wouldn’t we both end up dead here?”

The kidnapper snorted, giving Fang Zhou a sidelong glance before replying seriously, “How could you know we wouldn’t keep our word before you even got here?”

“Either way, you broke the rules first, so now the rules have changed.”

The man spoke with such conviction, placing all the blame squarely on Fang Zhou.

As if carrying a small knife and pepper spray could genuinely threaten these people’s lives.

Fang Zhou was so angry he almost laughed.

How could anyone be so shameless?

But now, without the camera on him, he couldn’t coordinate with the mercenaries outside. And without any self-defense tools, the chances of even walking out of this place were slim.

So he could only grit his teeth and ask, “What do you want? Come at me, but don’t hurt her!”

The lead kidnapper chuckled, seemingly impressed by Fang Zhou’s actions.

The man pulled out a chair from somewhere, sat down, and looked at Fang Zhou, speaking slowly and deliberately.

“I think I’ve seen you on Chinese websites. You’re quite famous, aren’t you?”

“And it seems you’ve been involved with a lot of women.”

The man added this last part, causing Fang Zhou to pause for a moment, thinking: Seriously? Has his gossip spread worldwide?

Wait, this isn’t the time to be thinking about that!

He snapped his thoughts back to the present and glared at the man.

“What exactly do you want?”

Say what you need to say, and get on with it.

If it comes down to it, death is just death. If Han Xi dies, he’ll definitely go down with her.

The man grinned like a cat toying with a mouse, his expression twisted with amusement.

“You’re quite the ladies’ man, aren’t you? To be honest, I’m a bit jealous. So today, let’s play a little game.”

Then, out of nowhere, he pulled out a small knife and placed it against Han Xi’s face.

The cold blade traced along her pale skin, adding a cruel edge to the situation.

“I’ll ask you a question, and you answer it.”

“If you lie or answer incorrectly, I’ll cut her face. We’ll keep going until you tell the truth.”

Fang Zhou’s pupils contracted, and he raised his hand in a gesture to stop.

He urgently said, “Wait! Why do you have to use an innocent woman’s face as a bargaining chip?”

These kidnappers must be out of their minds. Weren’t they after the money?

The money is already in their hands; shouldn’t they be running by now?

Aren’t they afraid he’ll call the police or have some backup plan?

He cursed his inability to contact the mercenaries right now.

He could only hope they had the sense to realize something was wrong when he didn’t come out and would move in to rescue them.

“What, you’re scared to play? You were the one who tried to trick us first.”

He was referring to the hidden camera.

Fang Zhou felt a wave of frustration, like swallowing broken teeth and having to endure the pain.

He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his emotions, then looked directly at the man and said, “Fine, ask your questions. But let’s agree on this—only three questions. After that, you let us go.”

Fang Zhou knew a bit about negotiation tactics.

Three questions were just right—they could buy time and also put the kidnappers at ease.

Although Han Xi was a strong-willed CEO, she was still a beautiful woman.

A face is important to anyone.

No one wants unnecessary scars on their face—not only do they hurt, but they might also leave permanent marks.

“Alright, let’s start with the first question.”

The man with the knife sneered and asked in a low voice, “Out of all your ex-girlfriends, which one did you love the most?”

Fang Zhou was taken aback. He hadn’t expected the first question to be this.

He mentally rolled his eyes, wanting to curse the man out.

What kind of nonsense is this? They’re ex-girlfriends, so why would it matter who he loved the most?

Fang Zhou was about to answer when he saw the man press the knife harder against Han Xi’s face, threatening him.

“Think carefully before you answer. This knife doesn’t have eyes.”

“And by the way, I’ve studied a bit of psychology. I can analyze your micro-expressions. If you lie, I’ll cut her.”

The man’s voice took on a sinister, playful tone, as if he were really just playing a game, with no regard for human life.

Fang Zhou immediately realized that these people were desperate criminals.

At this moment, it was like negotiating with a tiger, risking his life in the process.

Extremely dangerous!

He knew that every word he said had to be carefully considered, as any mistake could lead to unpredictable consequences.

This constant tension weighed heavily on him, but he had no choice but to muster all his strength to deal with the situation.

He took a deep breath and then told the man.

“I don’t know which one I loved the most. When I was dating each of them, I thought they were the one I loved the most.”

“But after we broke up, it seemed like my feelings for each of them were the same.”

Fang Zhou spoke in a rush, not even pausing for breath.

The kidnappers’ underlings all looked surprised, as if saying: What a scumbag!

How could he so confidently say that he loved each girl equally?

Isn’t this just like that scumbag Tong Jingcheng? (tln : a scumbag playboy)

The man raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and said, “You didn’t lie? Alright, let’s move on to the next question.”

“Do you love this woman now?”

He was referring to Han Xi, who was being held hostage.

Fang Zhou followed his gaze and looked down at Han Xi, whose face had turned pale, her lips almost white, as if she were terrified.

At this moment, she looked like a once-powerful tiger that had been knocked into the mud, unable to even stand.

Fang Zhou felt both heartache and sorrow.

Looking into Han Xi’s clear, cold eyes, the mist within them had dissipated, revealing her true emotions, like a mountain after a heavy rain.

His heart suddenly raced, pounding in his chest.

As he recalled the time they had spent together recently, he asked himself the same question.

Does he love Han Xi now?

And as Han Xi met his gaze, her heart also began to race.

She, too, wanted to know how Fang Zhou would answer.

Would he lie under the pressure of the kidnappers, or would he face his true feelings and speak the truth?