Chapter 682: Chapter 279: The Not-So-Beautiful "Mussen’s Blessing
Su Ziceng could no longer remember how many times she had tried to befriend the black woman guarding her. With her hands and feet bound, and communication difficult, the only normal way to show friendliness was with a smile. A smile, like crying, is without borders.
Every day, the sole task of the sturdy black woman was to guard her. Su Ziceng’s smiles seemed to have no effect on her.
Yet there seemed to be some effect, because Su Ziceng noticed that her gaze had softened when looking at her, and the gesture used to give her food had changed from throwing to placing.
"Ba Cha," Su Ziceng had heard the people outside call the black woman by this name several times, although she was still unclear if this was indeed the black woman’s name, but Su Ziceng still risked calling it out once.
At first, the black woman ignored her, only giving her suspicious glances.
A few days later, the group of men who had kidnapped Su Ziceng came in amidst loud laughter, including a familiar face; it was the driver who had taken her to the hotel that day. It turned out that the driver had deliberately arranged to take her to that street. This kidnapping was not a coincidence; it was premeditated.
As the men chattered, Ba Cha spoke a few words to some of the natives, then looked at Su Ziceng again. This time, her eyes changed slightly, and it seemed to Su Ziceng that she read some "pity" in them; definitely, something had happened. Su Ziceng’s doubts grew heavier, as it was impossible for this group to have kidnapped her here without reason, and it had already been over three months.
The driver spread his palms, saying something, and then the group left again.
From that day, Su Ziceng no longer had access to water or any food. The woman named Ba Cha still guarded her by the side.
As day and night alternated, Su Ziceng could feel hunger and thirst eroding her vitality.
"Ba Cha," Su Ziceng murmured. She had called out many times, but the black woman had never responded to her, maybe Ba Cha wasn’t her name, no wonder she did not answer her.
At night, it was quiet outside, Su Ziceng leaned against the corner, motionless. The black woman looked at the dying Su Ziceng, a trace of compassion flashed across her face.
She glanced outside; the guards had gone to rest. Ba Cha, seemingly cumbersome, moved with surprising agility. She cautiously stepped out, then returned silently.
After a gentle patting, Su Ziceng felt something being put into her mouth. The instinct to survive made her open her mouth immediately and she swallowed the rice juice Ba Cha had brought to her lips, all in one gulp. The paste-like liquid, carrying a hint of earthy taste, but Su Ziceng no longer cared, she only knew that she must consume everything that entered her mouth.
"Ba Cha," Su Ziceng opened her eyes and saw a pair of eyes only native Africans have. The black woman sighed, getting ready to leave.
"Madam, regrettably, I can only help you this once," Ba Cha, who had always spoken in the native language, suddenly spoke in French today, though not standard, but it was indeed French.
Like seeing a lifesaving light in the dark night, Su Ziceng immediately perked up. Her relationship with Ba Cha had progressed, she must take a step further: she must, somehow, keep her. Everyone around had already gone to sleep, now was the best opportunity to ask, or rather, to attempt escape.
In the dim room, Su Ziceng could vaguely sense, these people had suddenly stopped supplying her with food because they no longer needed her. They were laughing because their goal had been achieved, they hadn’t killed her immediately because their plan still required some time to be fulfilled.
"Five days? Was it not that the driver said, in five more days they would..." Su Ziceng believed in her intuition, having experienced a brush with death, she knew, her intuition could guide her to find a way out.
"Yes, madam, your lover has agreed, tomorrow he will send ’God’s Light’," Pello delayed for some time and for this period, he agreed to send an additional ransom of one hundred million francs, besides the ’Mussen’s Blessing’.
