Zi Xi couldn't deny that she was slightly moved.
"Okay, then I won't leave."
She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing the edge of the dark red bloodstain on his cheek, her movements tender.
*
Deep within the Lu family's old mansion, the study, which was considered a forbidden area, was more like a highly efficient modern warfare intelligence center.
Only a few huge LCD screens emitted a faint blue light, illuminating Lu Qianhan's cold and hard profile.
He had changed out of his blood-stained combat uniform and was now wearing a dark silk shirt with the collar casually open, revealing his well-defined collarbone.
But the aura emanating from him was even colder and more terrifying than when he went on a killing spree in the warehouse.
He sat behind the large ebony desk, his fingers unconsciously tapping the smooth surface, producing a rhythmic and subdued soft sound, each tap feeling like a blow to the heart.
He wasn't alone in the study.
Several trusted confidants dressed in black suits, exuding a sharp and capable aura, were either standing or sitting, each with an open laptop or encrypted communication device in front of them.
"Master Lu, the attacker's identity has been preliminarily confirmed. He is an outer member of Zhao Yanwang's Shadow Group, specializing in handling dirty work."
"The style of action is consistent with the Zhao family's ruthless approach; the goal is... to eliminate Miss Su."
A trusted confidant in charge of intelligence analysis reported in a deep voice, while the screen scrolled through information on the kidnappers who had been killed or captured.
“We traced the source of the information from Zhao Yanwang’s side in reverse.”
"The source of the information went through several layers of disguise and redirection, but ultimately... it pointed to several people related to the Lin family, especially the Lin family's young lady, Lin Qingqing."
Another technician, focused on network tracking, had his fingers flying across the keyboard, bringing up complex link diagrams.
The moment Lin Qingqing's name was uttered, the air in the study seemed to freeze even more.
Lin Qingqing's information and recent activity trajectory were displayed on the screen at the appropriate time.
The woman in the photo has a bright smile and an innocent, naive charm, a stark contrast to the ruthless woman who writes reports and orchestrates schemes for King Yama behind the scenes.
"Based on communication records and fund flow analysis, she recently had several secret contacts with a confidant named Achang under Master Zhao's command, and the timing happened to coincide with the period after the rumors about you and Miss Su began to circulate."
The clues converged one by one, clearly pointing to the woman whose mind had been warped by jealousy and fear.
"Mr. Lu, we just intercepted Lin Qingqing's purchase of a one-way first-class ticket to Greece for tomorrow morning through a clandestine channel, using an unregistered alias and encrypted payment method."
Just then, one of his subordinates, who was in charge of monitoring external movements, suddenly looked up, his tone carrying a hint of excitement at having caught his prey.
A screenshot of the flight booking information immediately appeared on the screen; the destination was the distant Santorini.
She caused trouble and now she wants to run away?
After igniting the fuse, triggering Zhao Ye's attack, and nearly causing irreparable consequences, she actually thought she could just leave and escape to the ends of the earth to live a life of freedom.
The study fell into complete silence as all the subordinates held their breath, awaiting the final command.
Lu Qianhan slowly stood up and walked to the screen that displayed Lin Qingqing's photo and flight information.
His gaze fell on the smiling photo of Lin Qingqing, and he scoffed.
"Please bring her back."
Then, he turned his head slightly and spoke to one of his most trusted confidants, who stood behind him with his hands at his sides, exuding the most imposing aura.
*
Beneath the old Lu family mansion lies a secret room unknown to most.
This place is isolated from all sounds and light from the world above, and the air is filled with old dust and a smell that is like a mixture of metal and disinfectant.
Lin Qingqing was brought in by two expressionless bodyguards and roughly pressed down into a cold metal chair.
Her meticulously styled hair was disheveled, the hem of her expensive suit was torn, and her exquisite makeup was smudged with tears and sweat, revealing her pale and distorted face beneath, contorted with extreme fear.
She was trembling, her eyes unfocused, filled with panic.
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