"What? You're scared now? When you deliberately angered my mother to death, why didn't you think of this day?"

Zhang Ailing was tied up with her hands and feet and thrown to the ground. She moved backward little by little in fear, but it was all in vain.

After Xie Feng finished preparing the pit, he grabbed her feet and put her directly into it.

After they dragged her inside, they began to fill the hole with soil little by little. Zhang Ailing was so frightened that she felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She kept begging for mercy; "Xie Feng, please let me go. I was blind before, it was all my fault. I'm willing to go to your mother's grave to repent."

Xie Feng remained unmoved and continued filling the hole with soil, which had already reached up to her neck.

Zhang Ailing was genuinely terrified and cried. She never imagined that Xie Feng would be so perverted as to actually dare to bury her alive.

"Xie Feng, I'm begging you, please let me go. I... I'm pregnant. He's your brother, please let me go for his sake, okay? I promise I won't tell anyone what happened today."

Xie Feng didn't say anything, but filled the soil up to her chin before stopping.

"Zhang Ailing, this is your punishment for not completing the task. Enjoy it!"

With that, Xie Feng clapped his hands, then turned and left the space.

He went back to his room, washed his hands, and changed his clothes.

It was around 9 p.m. when Xie Changhe returned.

He just went to the Zhang family's house; Zhang Ailing didn't go back at all.

Xie Changhe knew in his heart that something must have happened to her, and he had already arranged for people to look for her.

As Xie Feng stepped out of his house, Xie Changhe called out to him, "Where are you going so late?"

"I'm going out for a bit to meet a friend. I'll be right back."

Looking at his son's face, which was flickering in the moonlight, Xie Changhe suddenly asked, "Tell Dad the truth, did you have someone hide Ailing?"

He wasn't unaware of the open and covert struggles between the two over the years, but since both were his flesh and blood, he could only turn a blind eye.

But the problem now is that Zhang Ailing has disappeared, and Xie Feng happens to be going out at this time, which makes him suspicious.

Xie Feng glanced at Xie Changhe and said calmly, "Dad, you're the mayor, after all! Shouldn't you provide evidence before you speak? Don't just slander people like that."

Xie Changhe sighed and said, "I know you've suffered all these years. Although your Aunt Zhang was also wrong, I still hope you can let her go for my sake."

"Dad, you really don't trust me. If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do."

With that, Xie Feng turned and left. Xie Changhe watched his departing figure and thought to himself, "Could it be that I was overthinking things?"

Xie Feng didn't think too much about it. Even though he knew his father had arranged for someone to follow him, he still walked towards the back door of Su Li's factory.

When he arrived, it was almost ten o'clock. He had only been standing at the back door for a short while when a short man, who was covered up completely, walked towards him.

He handed him a file folder, but Xie Feng didn't even glance at it. He picked it up and headed toward Xiang Rong's textile factory.

The textile factory was pitch black. Xie Feng asked the author in a low voice, "Where should I put my things?"

Su Jiaojiao was sitting at the computer, her eyes barely open, when she heard the message from Xie Feng and quickly checked it.

Then he said to him, "Put it with the gatekeeper; someone's already waiting there."

Xie Feng had a feeling of being on a secret rendezvous with a spy, but he wasn't the only one who felt this way; Xie Changhe's confidant, who was following behind him, also had the same feeling.

I wonder what this young master is up to. If someone sees him, he'll probably cause a lot of trouble.

Xie Feng walked over to the gatekeeper and knocked lightly. A man came out from inside.

It turned out to be the same man who had delivered the gift to his house that day. The man wasn't surprised to see him.

"Young Master Xie, I didn't expect you to actually come."

Xie Feng looked at him without saying a word, then handed him the things in his hand; "You should know what to do, right?"

The man nodded vigorously, his eyes crinkling with laughter; "Young Master Xie, rest assured, I will definitely do a good job and will not let you down. Just watch, I will definitely trample Limin Textile Factory under my feet."

He even fantasized about the scene of Su Li kneeling and licking him, and just thinking about that scene made his blood boil.

Xie Feng simply nodded. Although he wasn't a good person, he disdained to have anything to do with such people.

He handed over the items and left without lingering.

The man behind him also went to find Xie Changhe.

"The young master first went to Limin Textile Factory, and it seems he took something from there and gave it to Boss Qi, the person in charge of Xiangrong Textile Factory."

Xie Changhe never expected his son to be involved in these things in private. To be honest, Limin's factory and supermarket have made a great contribution to Beijing's economy.

He certainly didn't want anything to happen, but now it was his own son who was doing the wrong thing.

He knew his son too well. He might act recklessly over small things, but he still had some sense of propriety when it came to important matters.

"First, figure out what his purpose is in doing this. Keep a close eye on him these days, and let me know immediately if anything seems amiss."

The man nodded.

Xie Changhe rubbed his temples, still unsure whether his wife had been kidnapped by his son.

Xie Feng is hiding his true intentions too well now, and even his father can't see through him anymore.

If it wasn't Xie Feng who did it, he couldn't imagine who else could have done such a thing. Could it be that Eileen Chang really encountered human traffickers?

To be honest, even in a place like Beijing, where there are many hidden talents, legitimate human traffickers wouldn't dare to kidnap women and children at will.

Xie Feng entered the room, too lazy to care what his father was thinking.

He wondered if that woman was dead or not. He didn't want her to die so easily.

When Xie Feng entered the space, Zhang Ailing had already fainted.

He fetched a basin of water from outside and poured it over Eileen Chang's head.

Zhang Ailing was drenched and immediately sobered up. She wanted to wipe the water off her face, but she couldn't move.

Her hair clung uncomfortably to her face; she had never looked so disheveled.

She was hungry, and what made her most desperate was the sticky feeling between her legs; she felt that the baby was about to leave her.

Perhaps driven by the last vestige of her maternal conscience, she pleaded with Xie Feng, "Xiao Feng, my child, please save my child! He's your younger brother or sister too! If you'll save him, I'll die right after I give birth, please!"