Fu Shiyi almost drove his sports car like a plane the whole way to the airport, where he boarded the plane with Fu Hanzheng.
Seeing his brother's unusually cold expression, he forced a smile and tried to comfort him.
"Brother, sister-in-law is a lucky person, she'll be fine."
"Maybe the agent is just too stupid and hasn't found her yet."
...
However, no matter what he says.
Fu Hanzheng remained expressionless and unresponsive, only coldly instructing the crew to take off as soon as possible.
The flight from Beijing to Country F takes three hours.
Fu Hanzheng endured the longest three hours of his life, praying that as soon as he got off the plane, she would be waiting for him unharmed and tell him that nothing had happened.
However, three hours later.
The plane landed in country F, but what awaited him was not the scene he had expected.
As soon as the two got off the plane, Fu Shiyi received a call from Qiao Lin.
Fu Shiyi: "Have you found the person?"
Qiao Lin choked up, unable to speak.
Fu Hanzheng snatched Fu Shiyi's phone. "Where is it?"
Qiao Lin paused for a second before cautiously speaking.
"...St. Martin's Hospital."
Fu Hanzheng pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a while, restraining himself from asking about the result.
"Okay, we're coming right away."
He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of getting an answer he didn't want to know.
So he hung up the phone and told the driver to take him to St. Martin's Hospital.
Fu Shiyi was in the same car as him, but he deduced from Qiao Lin's reaction on the phone that the situation was not good.
But now he didn't dare to call and ask in front of his brother.
So, I secretly sent a WeChat message.
[What exactly happened? Let me prepare myself.]
Soon, Qiao Lin returned.
We found her, and... her belongings.
When Fu Shiyi saw the last four words, he shuddered and his phone fell to his feet.
He slowly turned his head to look at his own brother, whose face was cold and aloof, and wondered what he could do to prevent him from facing that terrible outcome.
But no matter how much he tried to stop him, his brother was bound to see it eventually.
How could someone I met yesterday be gone in the blink of an eye...?
Fu Shiyi picked up his phone, looked out the car window, and hoped that the road to St. Martin's Hospital would stretch on forever.
That way, his brother wouldn't have to face that terrible scene.
However, they arrived at the hospital in less than an hour.
Qiao Lin was crying in the hospital corridor, her eyes swollen from crying. When she saw Fu Hanzheng and his group arrive, she forced herself to stop crying.
"Boss, Third Young Master..."
"Where is he?" Fu Hanzheng asked.
Qiao Lin pursed her lips and pointed to the room next door.
Xu Qian immediately went to communicate with the doctor and police officers in charge, and within two minutes got them to open the door and let them in.
As soon as he opened the door, the blast of cold air made Fu Shiyi shiver.
However, inside wasn't Mu Weiwei lying in the hospital bed, but a cold body bag.
The police officers took them inside, explained the time and general circumstances of the attack at the hotel, and then spoke.
"It is with great regret that the person you are looking for lost his precious life in this terrorist attack."
“Don’t get it wrong, what if it’s not her?” Fu Shiyi said.
Her brother arranged for three people to protect her; how could she possibly die in that one-hour terrorist attack?
The police officers looked at them and sighed regretfully.
"Based on the information provided by Mr. Qiao, the person we found should be Miss Mu, whom you are looking for."
Fu Hanzheng stood beside the body bags and said in a deep voice.
"Open!"
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