The special care ward of Jiangcheng First Hospital.

Contrary to rumors of his serious illness and hospitalization, the man was sitting peacefully on the sofa in the ward, though his aura of hostility was stronger than in previous days.

Fu Siming squinted, a cigarette between his fingers, while flipping through the investigation materials that had been delivered.

It contains information about Fu Yao and Fu Bowen's past, as well as Fu Yao's recent whereabouts.

Fu Yao's life seemed normal, and even if someone were to follow her 24/7, it would be difficult to explain where she was during those intermittent hours.

This deepened Fu Siming's suspicions.

The man's icy aura made the room temperature drop even lower. "She went to the southern suburbs? What was she doing there?"

"Yes, our people retrieved the locator data yesterday afternoon. She went to the southern suburbs twice this week. But we only have a general area. Ms. Fu... has done a very thorough job."

“That piece of land in the southern suburbs is the Fu family’s private residence. Some time ago, Mr. Fu transferred the land to Ms. Fu. As long as you enter the area of ​​the security forest, it will automatically block outside signals, so we did not follow them in rashly.”

...

Fu Siming's dark pupils deepened, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "Fu Yao, I really underestimated you."

"Find radar-evading drones to investigate what she's hiding inside."

The longer Song Xingyao was missing, the more numb he became.

The purpose of this scene was to see if Fu Yao would slip up when she was on guard.

But Fu Yao was more composed than she had imagined.

The news of Wu Mu's death has spread throughout Jiangcheng. Fu Yao has been staying at home preparing for the funeral and hasn't gone to the villa.

But she instructed Lilith to lock Song Xingyao in her room every day and make her watch the video of Wu Mu jumping off the building repeatedly.

If she gets too loud, give her another injection of a sedative brought back from the black market.

Lilith often heard her shrill screams throughout this huge villa. Sometimes, even though she couldn't bear to give a pregnant woman so many injections, she still did it anyway.

Later, Song Xingyao stopped struggling altogether. She quietly huddled in the corner of the room, listening to the sounds coming from the stereo, her eyes vacant, like a living dead person.

Fu Yao suddenly felt that this game was meaningless and it was time to end it.

"Bang!"

The gate of the villa in the southern suburbs was knocked askew by a black SUV, and Lilith, who was sitting in the living room, jumped up from the sofa at the noise.

As he prepared to run upstairs, he urgently dialed Fu Yao's number.

Two burly men got out of the convoy next to them, nimbly climbed over the railing, and pinned the man to the ground.

Upon seeing the chained entrance to the corridor, Fu Siming remained motionless while the man behind him violently removed the locks.

One room after another was opened.

With each empty room he saw, Fu Siming's heart sank a little further.

Finally, in the last room, they saw Song Xingyao huddled in a corner, struggling. The screen was playing a bloody scene on repeat. Someone immediately sensed the danger and cut off the power.

The lights inside the room were turned on.

The blinding light finally caused a slight physiological stress response in Song Xingyao's empty eyes.

The distance of a few steps felt like an eternity to Fu Siming.

He knelt before Song Xingyao and embraced her, but the woman in his arms did not react at all, like a heavy piece of driftwood, her thoughts drifting away to who knows where.

It wasn't until I held her in my arms that I felt a sense of reality.

But the dampness coming from his knees drew his attention back.

The bloodstains beneath Song Xingyao ran down the cold floor and soaked into his trousers, causing him some pain.

The woman in his arms closed her eyes as well.

"Quick! Quick! Get to the hospital!!"

Fu Siming held her in his arms and called her name again and again, but there was no response.

He pleaded, "Song Xingyao, if you're going to blame me, it's because I came too late. You can't let me off so easily!"

...

The bright red stains beneath her were as glaring as a mandala blooming in hell.

The Fu family mansion.

Fu Yao was keeping vigil for Wu Mu in the mourning hall when she felt a little tired of kneeling, so she asked to leave the mourning hall from the upper floor.

Before I had taken two steps, the phone rang, and Lilith's name flashed on the screen.

She was getting impatient. How could Lilith, such a big foreign girl, be so timid?

Just as I was about to answer, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my neck, and everything went dark.

When Ye Xiu received the person on duty, he was also surprised, but he quickly contacted experts from various departments to go into the operating room.

The cold door separated the two.

Song Xingyao's blood stained the man's body, giving him a strong smell of blood.

He reached for the cigarettes, but the cigarette pack in his pants was already soaked in blood.

The bodyguard hesitated whether to step forward, but ultimately did not move.

...

Two hours ago, Fu Siming received a call from Zhuo Wen, who said that there was a clue about Song Xingyao.

Coincidentally, at the same time, Fu Siming also received the exact location of the Fu family villa, which was located by the intelligence team through high-altitude radar imaging.

Fu Yao was not in the villa at the time, because the Fu family was busy with Wu Mu's funeral. As Wu Mu's legal daughter, she should be there to keep vigil for her.

So he found a few strong and capable men to keep watch over her movements, while he himself led his men to the villa in the southern suburbs.

He was terrified the whole way, both afraid to see Song Xingyao inside and afraid that she wasn't.

But when he actually saw her hiding so vulnerablely in that dark corner, Fu Siming finally understood what fear was.

The thought of someone as resolute and tenacious as her being tortured like this filled Fu Siming with murderous intent.

He exuded a terrifyingly violent and savage aura, and even Pei Jing, who had always been by his side, had never seen him with such intense killing intent.

Doctors were coming and going.

When Ye Si came out with the critical condition notice, he was frowning. Fu Siming's posture against the wall was exactly the same as when he first entered the operating room.

“Ah Ming…” he said, forcing himself to speak.

He knew, of course, how cruel his next words would be, but he had no other choice at the moment.

"Sign it. She's experiencing severe prenatal stress and amniotic fluid embolism... The doctors are trying to save her."

He wasn't a professional obstetrician, but he knew how high the mortality rate of amniotic fluid embolism was...

When he took that thin piece of paper, it was as if he could feel her faint breath again.

Signing his name seemed to require all his strength; he wrote his name stroke by stroke with such force that it looked as if he was about to tear the paper apart.

It felt like a sharp blade was pressed against my chest, about to pierce it in the next second.

"Don't worry, we'll do our best."

Yes never imagined that he would say these words to his brother, with whom he had grown up since childhood.