Chapter 102 Fate Uncertain

The whole process happened so fast that she couldn't even react.

Just as she was about to say something, the car door had already been closed.

The car started quickly.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, only a silhouette in the distance through the car window.

The outline grew farther and farther away, more and more blurred, until it disappeared completely.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand, but when she did, all she touched was nothingness.

...

Mosen stood not far away, watching this scene.

Li Yanzhou withdrew his gaze, turned to look at him, and said, "There's someone at a 30-degree angle above you, at one o'clock."

Just as he had expected, there was another assassin lurking in the shadows.

He knew they wouldn't give up until he bleeddled tonight.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sen was startled.

Li Yanzhou said in a low voice, "You go in first, don't worry about me."

"Young Master Li... let's go inside."

"Listen to my command, go inside and hide."

Seeing that he seemed a little angry, Mo Sen didn't dare to say anything more. His heart was in his throat, and he walked unsteadily inside.

The next second, he heard gunshots from inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

It rang three times in a row.

There seemed to be the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Mosen's breathing quickened for a moment.

After the gunshots, silence returned to the outside world.

It wasn't until a minute later that he dared to run out, and large patches of red spread across the ground.

"President Li!"

"President Li!!"

...

Luo Tingwei sat in the car, surrounded by four other cars on all sides, following closely behind.

The car drove out of the manor and into a place she didn't recognize.

Soon we arrived at a crossroads.

The driver turned around and suddenly said,

"Miss Luo, Mr. Li has given you two options."

"First, I'll take you to Figi Island now. Second, President Li has arranged a place that's absolutely safe; you can go there to take refuge."

Luo Tingwei looked at him in disbelief after hearing his words.

What?

Unexpectedly, he was willing to let her return to Figi Island.

During those days, she begged him desperately, but he refused to let her go back to participate in the festival.

Luo Tingwei felt a pang of loss. For some reason, even though he was willing to let her go, her desire to leave wasn't as strong as before.

She was very uneasy.

Her sixth sense told her that something was about to happen.

"Miss Luo, please make a decision quickly, the green light is about to turn on," the driver urged, seeing her hesitation.

“Send me back to Figi Island.”

She snapped out of her reverie and answered absentmindedly.

"yes."

So the driver turned the car around and headed in another direction.

*

Fiege Island, the Huo family villa.

When Huo Zhizhou saw Luo Tingwei, he thought he was seeing things.

"You...he let you come back?"

He never expected that Luo Tingwei, who had fled at the last minute last night, would actually appear in front of him again.

Luo Tingwei looked exhausted, but seeing that Huo Zhizhou was safe and sound, she was relieved.

She didn't want to say much, only saying lightly, "Brother, I'm very tired, let me sleep for a while."

Huo Zhizhou nodded. "Alright, I've already had the maid tidy up your room. Go and rest now."

Luo Tingwei slept for a whole day and night.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and it was raining heavily outside the window, the rain pattering loudly.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar surroundings, she realized that she had returned to Figi Island.

I got up and went to the living room.

Huo Zhizhou was drinking tea when he saw her arrive and asked, "Awake? You've slept for a whole day."

"Are you hungry? Would you like to eat first?"

"good."

Luo Tingwei nodded, her head throbbing, still feeling utterly exhausted.

The maid quickly served several dishes.

As Luo Tingwei was eating, she heard Huo Zhizhou speak with a hint of satisfaction.

"Li Yanzhou is in trouble."

Luo Tingwei paused, her hand holding the chopsticks faltering, a flicker of emotion appearing on her numb face.

"What?"

She looked at the person who had come.

Huo Zhizhou picked up a morning newspaper from the coffee table and handed it over.

"I saw you were asleep during the news this morning, so I didn't bother you."

Luo Tingwei took it and looked at it; her fingertips suddenly turned pale from the force applied.

Huo Zhizhou sighed, "There are quite a few people who want to kill him. He was attacked last night and shot several times. His life is in danger in the hospital now."

"I think... it'll be over in the next few days."

"Weiwei, you can finally get rid of that demon, that's great."

With a thud, the newspaper fell to the ground.

Luo Tingwei's face turned completely pale, and she couldn't eat another bite of the food in front of her.

Although he was despicable, she never thought of killing him.

She never imagined that he would die one day.

"Weiwei, what's wrong? This is a good thing! Aren't you happy? You're free!"

Huo Zhizhou was puzzled by her strong reaction.

Luo Tingwei kept convincing herself that, just as Huo Zhizhou had said, if anything happened to Li Yanzhou, she would truly be free, and he would never pursue her again.

But……

Luo Tingwei felt a tightness in her chest, and her mind went blank. She just sat there, motionless.

Suddenly, she stood up and walked into the room without saying a word.

As soon as she entered the door, her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, I am caught in a dilemma.

Shouldn't she be relieved?

Why does her throat feel so heavy now, so heavy that it's making it hard for her to breathe?

She suddenly remembered the origami cranes she had given him the night before last.

Each origami crane carries a blessing.

Inevitably, this included wishing him peace, good fortune, and a long life.

But now, this is how things are? How ironic.

She wondered whether she had been sincere or not when she wrote those blessings.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It was Huo Zhizhou's voice, "Weiwei, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

Luo Tingwei didn't even have the strength to stand up, so she let him knock on the door.

Seeing no response from inside, Huo Zhizhou became even more worried.

"Weiwei, you..."

At that moment, the door opened.

Luo Tingwei appeared before him, her face deathly pale, as if her soul had been ripped out, like a walking corpse.

Seeing her like this, Huo Zhizhou finally made up his mind.

Are you very sad?

Luo Tingwei shook her head, but two seconds later, her eyes gradually reddened.

No matter how hard she tried to hold it in, the salty, bitter liquid inevitably dripped down her cheeks.

Seeing this, Huo Zhizhou was startled and quickly helped her to sit down on the sofa, sighing repeatedly.

"My worst fears have come true."

"Weiwei, you've got Stockholm Syndrome..."