Qiao Wanwan washed her face and went downstairs. Jiang Dong was in the living room working on his computer. When he saw Qiao Wanwan, he quickly got up and said, "Madam."

"how's it going?"

"I'm sorry, Madam, there is still no news about Master Zhan."

"Sister Shujun told me that the plane ran out of fuel two hours ago, is that right?"

"yes."

Qiao Wanwan felt a little dizzy and sat down on the sofa. "Tell me who's on the plane."

"Besides Master Zhan and the two young masters, there is a captain, a co-pilot, two flight attendants, ten bodyguards, and two maids to take care of the young masters."

"With so many people, is there really no news from a single person?"

"Yes, everyone's phones are switched off and unreachable," Jiang Dong reported. "Madam, I have already sent people to the sea area where the plane went missing. In case... who am I? In case the plane really did crash, then time is of the essence."

“You did the right thing. Since we couldn’t get in touch with them, we should have arranged a search immediately. Every second counts.”

"Madam, please don't worry too much. Master Zhan and the young master are very lucky and will definitely be alright."

"Um......"

Upon receiving the news, Huo Shiqian immediately flew to the capital and used all the resources at his disposal to help Qiao Wanwan search.

“Wanwan, Dad is very worried about you. The Huo Group can’t do without someone, so he has to stay and asked me to come and help you.”

"I know, he has already messaged me."

"You don't look well." Huo Shiqian looked at her with concern. "Mom said you haven't had an appetite. Wanwan, you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise how will you find Jingting and the child?"

"I know," Qiao Wanwan said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'll eat properly."

"How is the third son's health?"

"I'm much better, but I still can't sleep well at night. Maybe it's some kind of telepathy."

"Don't scare yourself. I think Jingting and the child are probably trapped somewhere, waiting for us to rescue them."

"I thought so too, but it's been two whole days, and there's still no news..." Qiao Wanwan covered her face with her hands. "Brother, I'm so scared. I've never been so scared before..."

Huo Shiqian sat down next to her and hugged her. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure, Wanwan. If you want to cry, just cry. It's necessary to vent your emotions."

"I can't cry," Qiao Wanwan said stubbornly. "Jingting hates seeing me cry the most. If he finds out I cried when he gets home, he'll be unhappy, and I don't want him to be unhappy."

"Wanwan..."

"Brother, I'm fine." Qiao Wanwan composed herself and said, "I want to go to where the accident happened and search for people with my men."

“Wanwan, it’s too far,” Huo Shiqian analyzed. “If you go there, you’ll only be anxious and won’t be able to help much. Besides, there’s your third son at home who needs you, and your family won’t feel comfortable letting you go.”

"But waiting at home will only make me more anxious."

"Wanwan, listen to me, stay home and wait for news. Maybe Jingting will be back before you even fly there."

Qiao Wanwan had no choice but to give up. "Brother, you're right. I'll wait at home. Maybe when I wake up, Jingting will be back with the child."

"Yes." Huo Shiqian gently patted her back. "Come on, take me to see Lao San. I haven't seen him in a long time, and I miss him."

"good."

......

The Wen family also received the news, and Wen Lijing offered his help to Qiao Wanwan in the search.

Although the incident has not been made public yet, the search efforts are substantial. Because the accident occurred overseas, Qiao Wanwan has offered a large reward internationally to attract more people to join the search and rescue operation.

But as time went by, there was still no clue!

Qiao Wanwan's emotions deteriorated day by day, and she began to lose weight visibly. She was already slender, but soon became skin and bones.

Su Jing saw this and felt heartbroken. Every day, she would cook different delicious meals for Qiao Wanwan, trying to get her to eat more.

On a night when her third child was crying and making a fuss, Qiao Wanwan, who hadn't had a good rest for several days, got up too abruptly, her vision went black, and she finally collapsed.

When Qiao Wanwan woke up, it was already daylight.

She opened her eyes and saw the legendary healer with the "ghostly hands" guarding her bedside.

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly asked, "Master, is there any news about Jingting and the child?"

The Ghost Hand Doctor gently shook his head.

The expectation in Qiao Wanwan's eyes faded again, her gaze becoming dull and lifeless as she stared blankly at the ceiling. "Master, do you think something might have really happened to them...?"

The Ghost Hand Doctor sighed, "Wanwan, if you're willing to listen to the truth, all I can say is that as time goes on, this possibility is becoming increasingly likely."

Qiao Wanwan forced a smile, but tears still welled up in her eyes. "It was my fault. The trip was supposed to be postponed because the third child had a fever that day. I didn't want to disappoint the children, so I insisted that Jingting take them first."

"Master, it's my fault. If I hadn't insisted and had waited two more days to go with them, this wouldn't have happened..."

"Wanwan, how could you think like that?" the Ghost Hand Doctor hurriedly said, "This has nothing to do with you, you can't take this responsibility on yourself!"

"Master, it's true." Qiao Wanwan broke down in tears. "Third Brother's fever might be a kind of premonition. He wanted to keep us here, but I stayed and pushed Jingting and the child away. It was my mistake. I shouldn't have been separated from them. Even if it means death, I don't want to be separated from them..."

"Master, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore. I need to find Jingting and the children, no matter where they are, I want to reunite with them..."

"Wanwan, are you saying that you're contemplating suicide after confirming their deaths? I absolutely won't allow it!" The Ghost Hand Doctor said solemnly, "Master knows you're in great pain, but there's no evidence yet that they're really gone. We need to see them alive or dead, don't we?"

Qiao Wanwan murmured expressionlessly, "Yes, we need to see them alive or dead, but Master, if it really was a plane crash, a plane that crashed into the sea and exploded, how could we possibly find the body? Am I supposed to live in agonizing waiting for the rest of my life? I can't even take it after just a few days. I can't endure it forever. Without Jingting, I'd rather be dead..."

"Wanwan, you're tired." The Ghost Hand Doctor tenderly wiped away her tears. "Your master will give you an injection. Don't think about anything. Just get some sleep."

Qiao Wanwan seemed not to hear and did not respond.

The quack doctor called in a physician, who gave Qiao Wanwan a sedative. She quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

The quack doctor drew the curtains, closed the door, and went out.

"Grandpa," Su Jing waited anxiously outside the door, "how is Wanwan?"