Cha Meiling felt a chill run down her spine, a nameless panic rising from the bottom of her heart. Tang Zhenzhen was awake?
How could Tang Zhenzhen wake up? Impossible!
The doctor clearly said that her chances of waking up were very small, and the medical standards in mainland China are so poor!
Cha Meiling bit her lower lip hard, almost drawing blood from her bright red lips.
She forced herself to calm down and tried to ask in a composed tone, "Where...are you taking me?"
The man ignored her and coldly turned to leave with his men.
Cha Meiling instinctively staggered and chased after him, shouting, "Wait a minute!"
"Behave yourself and change your clothes!" The biggest man next to the man grabbed her arm impatiently.
He turned his face away and threw her a piece of clothing that had been torn off somewhere and smelled of men's sweat: "Put it on!"
Cha Meiling originally wanted to refuse, but when she looked down, she saw that her thin dress was tattered and her legs and waist were exposed.
She gritted her teeth, tore off the dress, and put it on.
After she was dressed, two men in black immediately stepped forward, grabbed Cha Meiling from both sides, and led her out of the basement.
Stepping out of the basement, what she saw terrified her even more.
The villa was in complete disarray, riddled with bullet holes and bloodstains, and filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder, resembling a living hell.
The ruthless bandits who kidnapped her were now lying haphazardly on the ground, their fates unknown.
Cha Meiling, having survived the ordeal, was deathly pale, her stomach churning, and she almost vomited.
She staggered backward until her back hit a cold wall, at which point she finally regained her balance.
At that moment, a masked, medium-sized, wiry man strode in, covered in blood, making him a sight to behold.
"Boss, Cha Shenlou is dead." The man's voice was low, but the gravity in his tone was unmistakable.
Upon hearing this, Cha Meiling's face turned deathly pale.
She clenched her fists instinctively, her sharp nails digging into her palms, bringing a sharp pain, but also clearing her chaotic thoughts slightly.
Dead?
He just died like that?
She never imagined that he would die so suddenly, so without warning.
That man, her father, abandoned her and her mother for profit, pushing her into a pit of fire and even kidnapping her!
But the bond of blood prevented her from being truly indifferent.
In an instant, a variety of complex emotions welled up in my heart: shock, fear, relief, and even a trace of sadness that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
The tall, handsome masked man was clearly uninterested in her reaction. He immediately turned around, his tone displeased and gloomy: "Weren't you supposed to leave her alive? What's going on!"
"Boss, we didn't expect this either..." The man beside him looked somewhat annoyed.
"When we chased after them just now, it was someone close to Cha Shenlou who detonated the bomb. It was very powerful, and several of our brothers were injured."
Upon hearing this, the man's face immediately darkened: "How are your injuries? Are they serious?"
"Fortunately, the brothers only suffered minor injuries and are being bandaged up," the man replied in a deep voice.
"Notify Ning Bingyu and tell him to arrange the best doctor; the medical expenses will be on him." The man's tone was decisive and left no room for argument.
"Let's go to the site of the explosion!" He immediately led his men outside.
Cha Meiling instinctively wanted to follow, but the tall man guarding her rudely put handcuffs on her with a "snap".
Cha Meiling's face instantly turned pale as she gritted her teeth and said, "What are you doing? I'm the victim! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
The tall man chuckled and said dismissively, "Whether you're a victim or a criminal, it's hard to say."
Cha Meiling choked, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the man, but he had already led his men to the back of the villa.
The explosion occurred in a grove of trees behind the villa.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.
The once lush forest was completely destroyed by the bombing, with charred tree trunks lying askew and the ground riddled with craters of all sizes. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Three mangled corpses were scattered around, blown to pieces, their flesh and blood mangled beyond recognition, a truly horrifying sight.
The man surveyed his surroundings without changing his expression, his brows furrowed, his icy gaze seemingly able to pierce through everything.
"Are you sure the explosion happened here?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Yes, boss." The man in charge of the report said in a deep voice, "When the explosion happened, Cha Shenlou was with those thugs. The clothes he was wearing were the same as those on one of the corpses..."
"Where is Cha Shenlou's body?" The man looked at the corpses expressionlessly, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.
"Over here!" Immediately, his men led him over to point out some corpses with remnants of checkered fabric.
The man squatted down with his long legs bent and began to dissect the body parts with his hands, paying particular attention to the corpse's hands.
After a while, he got up, took off his gloves, which were stained with human tissue fluid and blood, and threw them on the corpse.
"Notify Inspector Li and have him bring his men to handle the scene," the man ordered coldly. "Remember, keep the news under wraps. Don't let a word leak out."
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate accepted the order and immediately went to make a phone call.
The man stood there, gazing intently at the chaotic scene before him, lost in thought.
A moment later, he turned and left with his men, leaving behind only a cold and aloof figure.
Daylight broke quickly. No one knew what had happened at the villa at the foot of the mountain; only a lot of police officers and a hearse arrived.
...
The day after the Christmas Eve auction is Christmas Day.
According to the charity auction agenda, Ning Yuan, Ning Bing'an, and Madam Ning also need to visit the Po Leung Kuk Children's Home and Old Folks Home in Hong Kong to visit orphans and elderly people living alone.
I also need to attend the signing ceremony of a charitable foundation, etc...
After a full day of charity events, Ning Yuan felt her smile was almost frozen.
The flashbulbs kept going off, and reporters with their long lenses and microphones surrounded her, making her dizzy.
On Christmas Day in Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour is ablaze with lights and neon signs, and the streets are bustling with activity.
Ning Yuan, however, had no interest whatsoever; all she wanted now was to take a bath, soak her feet, and get into bed.
Back in the car, Ning Yuan rubbed her sore calves, her delicate face revealing her exhaustion: "So tired."
"How was it? How did it feel to be a socialite for a day?" Ning Bing'an, sitting next to her, remained aloof and elegant, seemingly without any sign of fatigue.
"Being a socialite isn't easy." Ning Yuan kicked her high heels aside, leaned against the window, and sprawled out in a relaxed, sprawling position.
"If money could fall from the sky, I wouldn't have to fulfill these obligations."
Ning Bing'an was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, a hint of warmth appearing in his handsome and aloof eyes.
"Your second aunt has to attend another charity banquet tonight, so it's already very considerate of you to let us go back to Repulse Bay first."
This was the first time he had ever seen a girl act so unladylike in front of him.
The car stopped in front of the Ning family mansion. Ning Yuan was about to get out of the car when she suddenly stumbled.
Ning Bing'an quickly caught her, his brows furrowing slightly: "Be careful."
"Thank you, Third Brother." Ning Yuan smiled and glanced down at her feet.
The buckles on my high heels came undone at some point.
Ning Bing'an followed her gaze, said nothing, and simply squatted down naturally to fasten her shoes.
"No need! I can do it myself!" Ning Yuan was startled by his sudden action and immediately tried to pull her foot back.
"Don't move." Ning Bing'an didn't even look up, his tone carrying an unquestionable tone: "You need to wear high heels properly, otherwise you'll easily get hurt."
The next moment, his slender fingers deftly fastened the shoe buckle, his movements gentle and skillful, without the slightest overstepping of bounds.
Ning Yuan immediately stepped back a meter and said calmly, "Thank you, Third Brother, but I'm not disabled. I can handle this myself from now on!"
After saying that, she turned around and went inside.
Seeing her impolite and wary demeanor, Ning Bing'an's phoenix eyes flashed with a dark light. He said nothing, calmly instructing the driver on some matters before entering the room.
However, on the top floor of the villa, a cold and sharp gaze had been watching the scene unfolding at the doorway.
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