Lin Qingtong picked up her phone; the screen showed countless missed calls and messages she had sent.
She unlocked the screen with her fingerprint, and the last screen showed Shen Tinghe's reply to her with the sunset picture, but it hadn't been sent yet.
"It's beautiful. Remember to take me to see it when you come back."
Before the message could be sent, Shen Tinghe had already disappeared.
Lin Qingtong gripped her phone tightly, a cold glint in her eyes, and turned to look at the police officer beside her, asking him in fluent foreign language.
Do you have any on-site surveillance video?
The other party shook their head, looking very puzzled, and said, "I'm so sorry, the surveillance camera was broken at the time and we haven't had time to fix it yet."
Lin Qingtong pressed further, "Can I take a look at the dashcam footage?"
The police officer simply shook his head: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't show you."
This means that there is indeed a dashcam.
Lin Qingtong frowned and asked, "Why not?"
The other person simply shook their head: "No, ma'am."
No matter what Lin Qingtong said, he only said one thing—"No."
In the end, Lin Qingtong, unusually, lost her temper and uttered a sentence with an overwhelming aura.
“If you cannot produce the dashcam video, I will inform the embassy and sue you for murdering a prominent Chinese entrepreneur.”
Upon hearing the words "embassy," the policeman showed fear and kept shaking his head and sighing.
"Beautiful lady, why are you forcing us?"
"Alright, alright, since you want to know, then I'll take you to see it."
He pointed to a van on the side, its windows all sealed, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Lin Qingtong glanced at the weapon and felt a vague unease. She took a weapon from the bodyguard and quietly hid it under the sleeve of her trench coat.
She then got into the car with the police, and when the door opened, there was indeed a video player inside.
"Then please play it for me."
The police officer readily agreed to Lin Qingtong's request, and with a smile, got into the car and played the video for her.
Lin Qingtong watched the video intently, afraid of missing a single detail, while her hand remained on her pistol, ready to respond at any moment.
In the video, Shen Tinghe was driving when suddenly a loud bang was heard, the airbags deployed, and Shen Tinghe got out of the car to check the situation.
After that, there were no visuals, only sounds—the commotion of a group of people arguing and fighting.
Lin Qingtong listened attentively, then suddenly paused, her brows furrowed in question.
"Is there a third car at the scene? Why are there other vehicles' engines running?"
The police were stunned. They hadn't expected Lin Qingtong to be so capable, able to even distinguish the sounds of other vehicles' engines.
He panicked slightly. "How am I supposed to explain this?"
In that instant, Lin Qingtong immediately sensed something was wrong with the police officer, and aimed her weapon directly at him with an extremely cold gaze.
"Who are you? Release Shen Tinghe right now!"
She was just guessing that Shen Tinghe had been kidnapped by them.
Just then, the other person raised their hands, smiled helplessly, and asked a question.
"Why don't you explain it to her yourself?"
Lin Qingtong paused for a moment, and the next instant she felt a hand on her slender waist, forcefully pulling her directly into the darkness of a van.
She was so frightened that her hand trembled, and she almost pulled the trigger, but a broad, slender hand gripped the weapon tightly.
A hoarse, low voice came through, "Let go."
The voice, accompanied by the faint scent of cedar, entered Lin Qingtong's breath, and she completely fell into a warm embrace.
In the darkness, Lin Qingtong dared not move. Her weapon was snatched from her hand, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
All the panic turned into grievance at that moment, and she sat there quietly without moving.
"Damn it, is it fun to lie like this?"
Lin Qingtong gritted her teeth and spat out these words.
I didn't mean to worry you.
Shen Tinghe's helpless voice came from the dark corner of the van. He wrapped a pair of long arms around Lin Qingtong and let her sit on his lap.
He gently stroked the back of her soft hand with his warm fingertips and continued to explain.
"I originally planned to finish this quickly, but I didn't expect Second Master Shen to send people to cause trouble so decisively. Are you alright?"
"Why did you come to a foreign country? It's too dangerous here."
Lin Qingtong turned her head, placed her hands on Shen Tinghe's chest, and her eyes sparkled with emotion.
Are you... injured?
It took her a while to finally ask that question, and her tone softened involuntarily.
She was incredibly lucky to find that Shen Tinghe, whom she had initially thought was in trouble, was now holding her unharmed.
The several hours on the plane felt like she was being fried in oil.
Millions of possibilities flashed through my mind, and various news articles I had read overlapped with Shen Tinghe's.
She was afraid to see Shen Tinghe's mangled flesh, and even more afraid to see him without breathing.
That scene lingered in my mind, plunging me into deep pain.
Lin Qingtong punched Shen Tinghe hard, and large, glistening tears slid down her cheeks in the darkness.
"You bastard, couldn't you have told me before doing these things?"
Shen Tinghe cupped Lin Qingtong's small face in his hands and actually laughed.
He laughed heartily, his tall frame tightly embracing Lin Qingtong, his voice filled with immense joy.
"Are you worried?"
Lin Qingtong neither spoke nor denied the statement.
Shen Tinghe's heart was practically melting; he wished he could offer everything to Lin Qingtong and let her choose whatever she wanted.
Lin Qingtong nudged him. "What's so funny?"
Then he started laughing too.
At this moment, Shen Tinghe suddenly closed the car door, shutting out everything outside.
His long, slender fingers rested on Lin Qingtong's lips as he slowly opened his mouth.
Shh, someone's coming.
It was pitch black all around, and the only thing that could be felt was Shen Tinghe's burning body.
Lin Qingtong leaned closer and placed a warm kiss on her lips through her fingers.
In the darkness, her eyes shone brightly, causing Shen Tinghe's Adam's apple to bob slightly.
He pulled Lin Qingtong directly into his arms, his warmth pressing against hers, and he ruthlessly conquered her.
The van drove slowly, passing by Master Shen.
Master Shen looked at Shen Tinghe's identification on the sports car and the bloodstains on the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He took out his phone and took a few photos, then asked a police officer nearby. He then rushed to Shen Tinghe's company overseas, temporarily closed the company, and replaced all the senior executives with his own people.
He also spread the news abroad, instructing Shen Yibo to make a big fuss about it and create a huge uproar.
Master Shen sat in front of the French windows, gazing smugly at the bustling street scenes of foreign cities not far away.
He had no idea that his phone had been compromised and that he had lost signal.
At that moment, Shen Tinghe and Lin Qingtong were on a plane returning to China.
Lin Qingtong asked in confusion, "Are we just leaving like this?"
Shen Tinghe gently swirled the wine in his glass, a half-smile playing on his thin lips. "Everything has been laid out. We're just waiting for the show to begin."
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