CHAPTER 266: DESPERATION IN ROME---

She was only twenty-one; she hadn’t lived enough yet, hadn’t had a beautiful daughter, hadn’t honored her parents, hadn’t married Ye Feimo and become Mrs. Ye. She didn’t want to die...

If she had known this, she would have married him when Ye Feimo proposed.

At least then, she would have fewer regrets when she died.

Wen Nuan regretted her past decision. She secretly vowed in her heart that if Feimo rescued her this time, she would immediately drag him to Las Vegas to get married and cling to him for the rest of her life.

She lay dazed in the truck, muttering Ye Feimo’s name.

Ye Feimo was on the verge of madness. There had been no news of Wen Nuan for two days and a night. All the information they received was fake. John was a clever man; knowing the Mafia was looking for him, he deliberately created multiple diversions in the city to draw their attention away. But no one knew where he truly was.

After all, these were people who operated in the underworld. None of them were pushovers; they were all cunning and extremely intelligent. Rome was not small, and finding one person was like looking for a needle in a haystack, incredibly difficult.

The longer the delay, the more anxious Ye Feimo became.

They had never encountered such a bizarre kidnapping. There hadn’t even been a single phone call yet. What was going on? Whose patience was John trying to test?

Suddenly, news came from Yun. Finally, there was a clue. Their people found traces of their presence at an abandoned junkyard. They had driven away not long ago, and Yun estimated they were heading toward the port.

Ye Feimo’s eyes darkened. Mo Yao nodded, instructing Yun to continue tracking. He opened a map of routes near the junkyard, predicted four possible routes, and sent Feng, Lei, and Dian to pursue them along these four paths.

"There will be news soon," Mo Yao said.

Ye Feimo was extremely anxious, wishing for immediate news of Wen Nuan. In this foreign land, she must be terrified.

Unlike their mother, the women in their family, such as Ye Wei, Wushuang, and Shi Yi, didn’t need protection. It would be surprising if anyone dared to capture them and not have the kidnappers’ world turned upside down. Therefore, they had no experience with family members being kidnapped. Ye Feimo himself had been kidnapped, but the Mo brothers were usually the ones doing the kidnapping, not being kidnapped.

Mo Wushuang pressed him down onto the sofa. "Feimo, John will definitely call. He knows Xiaobai plans to act against him after the New Year. If he’s smart, he’ll use Wen Nuan to bargain for his future or his life. Normally, he can’t find our weaknesses, so Wen Nuan’s life definitely won’t be in danger. At the very least, she won’t be in danger until we hear from John."

Mo Xiaobai said, "Little Cousin, Sis is right. I’ve dealt with him a few times. This person doesn’t have the guts to kill her in this situation, unless negotiations break down. Until he contacts us to negotiate, little cousin-in-law will be fine. We can guarantee that. Since we already know they were at the junkyard, it won’t be long before Yun finds their exact location. Perhaps we’ll find them before they even contact us."

This mess was caused by him and Mo Chen. He and Mo Chen had to fix it, otherwise, how could they face little cousin? When they were kids, if they lost a mahjong game and someone pulled a trick, they had to run naked a few times. If something happened to someone he cared about, wuwu, little cousin would make him run naked around the whole world. Although he was confident in his physique, that confidence wasn’t meant for so many people to admire.

So this matter had to be resolved. If he couldn’t resolve it, he’d be crushed to death.

Ye Feimo sat silently on the sofa, motionless, expressionless, like an ice sculpture. His gaze was cold as he stared at the computer, his quiet demeanor quite intimidating.

Even they, who were accustomed to Ye Feimo’s expressions, felt a slight chill at this moment.

Mo Xiaobai cried out, pouncing on him. "Little Cousin, hit me, as many times as you want! Wuwu, wuwu, Xiaobai is sorry for you, wuwu, wuwu..."

"Get lost, stop pretending." Ye Feimo couldn’t stand Mo Xiaobai’s noise. He chopped a hand towards him. Mo Xiaobai cleverly dodged and stuck out his tongue. Finally, he got a reaction, though it was almost no reaction at all.

"If anything happens to Wen Nuan, you two are dead," Ye Feimo said grimly. He would tie them up and make them run around Rome.

They waited until evening again.

Yun finally called. They had found John’s exact location. At the same time as Yun’s call, John’s call also came in. He wanted to meet Mo Yeyan, alone, at the pier.

If he didn’t arrive within an hour, they would kill her.

"John, be smart. I can agree to anything you want, just don’t hurt her. I can honestly tell you, you’ve caught a trump card, and you can use her well. But don’t hurt her. With her, you can have anything you want. If anything happens to her, you won’t leave Rome alive. Not only will you not leave alive, but everything you own, the Mafia will destroy. Do you understand?" Mo Xiaobai said coldly and fiercely, completely devoid of his usual carefree charm. He warned John.

"See you in an hour!" John said, chuckling, and hung up. Ye Feimo had wanted to hear Wen Nuan’s voice, but he heard nothing. He could vaguely distinguish the sound of waves from the phone’s static. They were indeed at the port.

Ye Feimo sneered. "That bastard John!" He called Ye Ningyuan. "Brother, when will the people I asked you to bring arrive in Rome?"

Ye Ningyuan teased, "Don’t worry, by my calculations, they’ll be in Rome in about an hour. Little brother, you’re quite cunning."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ye Feimo hung up. With Wen Nuan captured, how could he not prepare anything? Waiting idly had never been his style. Mo Yao frowned, looking at him. Whom did Feimo ask his cousin to send over?

Ye Feimo’s face was ashen.

Going alone?

There was no way he would let Mo Xiaobai rescue his woman.

Wen Nuan gradually regained consciousness, finding herself by the sea. The sound of waves filled her ears, and the air carried a fishy smell. This seemed to be an abandoned pier, with many derelict boats scattered around. Wen Nuan’s heart turned cold. This was by the sea. What were these people going to do?

The sky was dim, and the sea breeze was strong. The woman’s enchanting eyes, usually so bright, were filled with terror, as if something terrifying was pressing down on her, her chest tightening, unable to breathe.

Wen Nuan felt nauseous from the fishy smell, but her mouth was still tightly sealed with tape.

Four men in black suits stood beside her, each holding a gun. Not far away stood another man, holding a submachine gun. All of them looked cold and ruthless. The words "I’m dead" flashed through Wen Nuan’s mind.