The next half hour was a nightmare. The plane kept making evasive maneuvers, sometimes climbing, sometimes diving. Feng Yulan hugged her mother-in-law tightly, and they both prayed.
Finally, Captain Li announced: "The threat has been resolved, you can unfasten your seat belts."
Feng Yulan was drenched in cold sweat.
She looked out the window and saw the three Ye clan fighter planes still escorting her. The Ye clan crest on the wings gleamed in the moonlight—a silver dragon encircling an ancient sword.
"What is the origin of the Ye family?" she muttered to herself.
Zhang Shumin smiled wryly. "It's said that the Ye family's ancestors were secret guards for the ancient Chinese royal family, and their families have been involved in intelligence and security for generations. They've transformed into a business in modern times, but their roots have never changed."
The plane began to descend, and the announcement announced that it was approaching Singapore Changi Airport. Feng Yulan looked out the window. The brightly lit garden city was like a pearl in the darkness.
She didn't know whether what awaited them here was true safety or the beginning of another storm.
After landing, a team of black-clad bodyguards took them directly away through a special channel.
No customs checks, no passport verification - the Ye family's influence is also unimpeded here.
Inside the limousine, Feng Yulan finally couldn't help but ask, "Ye Qingliu...is he really just a high school student?"
The bodyguard in the passenger seat turned around and smiled. "Young Master Ye completed college at the age of 12 and took over the family's Asian business at 15. He's in high school now just to...experience life."
Zhang Shumin snorted softly: "He is indeed not an ordinary person."
The car drove into a seaside manor, which was several times more luxurious than the Green Lake Villa.
The butler was a kindly old man, yet he held the upright bearing of a soldier. "Welcome to the Ye family's Singapore estate. I'm Uncle Chen, the butler. Please feel free to ask for anything you need."
Feng Yulan was assigned a room with a sea view. When she came out of the shower, she found a small, exquisite box on the bedside.
When it was opened, there was a satellite phone and a note inside:
"For secure communication. — Ye Qingliu"
There was a number written on the back of the note. Feng Yulan hesitated for a moment, then dialed the number.
"Are we there yet?" Ye Qingliu's voice was filled with radio noise, and the background noise was very noisy, as if they were in a factory.
"Yeah." Feng Yulan suddenly didn't know what to say. "Thank you for your...fighter?"
Ye Qingliu chuckled: "Standard escort procedure."
Suddenly there was a loud bang and shouting, and he said quickly, "We've found Jin Wancheng's lair. Contact me tomorrow, keep the line open."
The call ended abruptly. Feng Yulan stood in front of the French window, gazing at the dark sea in the distance.
Under the moonlight, the waves resemble countless silver arms, reaching toward the shore and then retreating helplessly. Like fate, it appears to have choices, but in reality, it is controlled by a greater force.
She touched the old pocket watch in her pocket - the only thing her mother-in-law gave her.
Gently opening the cover, I found a small, yellowed photo: a young Zhang Shumin holding the infant Zhang Shuo, with a man in work clothes standing beside her. Written in pen on the back of the photo were the words: "Always remember the truth."
Feng Yulan suddenly understood her mother-in-law's intention.
No matter whether Ye Qingliu is an enemy or a friend, no matter how many dangers lie ahead, she must protect the truth - for Zhang Shuo, for those who died, and for herself.
Outside the window, the first rays of morning light pierced the sea level. The long night was finally over, but Feng Yulan knew that the real battle had just begun.
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