Returning to China controversy
This time, Fan Siwen finally found a way to go out, and those ambiguous places in her plan were crossed off again.
That evening, Fan Siwen recounted her achievements for the day, as well as the items crossed out on her to-do list. As things stood, her travel time could now be precisely planned down to the minute.
As long as he can keep up with his schedule and get on the plane a second before takeoff, he is absolutely confident that he can successfully escape from here.
Realizing that a plan shouldn't be limited to just one, I revised and modified it on paper to create a Plan B.
With the implementation of the plan imminent, the key trigger is the issuance of travel documents.
As the list of pending tasks went from "present" to "absent," Fan Siwen cautiously clicked into the "completed" section.
The words "successfully processed" flashed before Fan Siwen's eyes. He couldn't believe it. The plan he had been working on for the past few days had finally reached the day when it would be successfully implemented.
That day, Fan Siwen got out of bed very early. Rather than saying he got up early, it would be more accurate to say he hadn't slept all night.
I told the waiter the night before that there was a team battle tonight, and the young master wanted to sleep in. Lunch didn't need to be delivered on time; it could be delivered at 3 pm.
The noise he made in the room during the first half of the night was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire manor.
Early in the morning, Fan Tianqi sent a robot to check on the young master's room.
The robot was covered by a thick blanket, breathing steadily, and snoring softly. Its voice was particularly strong when it reported.
"Young Master is asleep."
"This kid is finally asleep."
I don't know what got into him last night, but he stayed up so late that he didn't get any sleep.
Looking at today's schedule, I have a slight headache.
Seeing Fan Tianqi cover his forehead, the robot suggested, "Should we arrange a head massage for the master before he goes out?"
"No need." Fan Tianqi glanced at the time on his left hand; he was a little rushed with his schedule.
He grabbed his suit jacket and went downstairs without even having time to drink his coffee.
The person, who had been hiding in the car for a long time and was already sweating slightly, heard footsteps approaching, followed by the roar of a car engine, and thought to himself, "I've got it."
After much deliberation, Fan Siwen decided to travel discreetly.
Looking at the other two cars in his dad's garage, neither of them were ordinary vehicles. Not only would they attract attention if driven out, but they would also be able to pinpoint his location immediately if the surveillance footage was checked.
Instead of exposing yourself, use these skills at crucial moments.
We followed the car all the way to a place whose location we didn't know.
It felt like the car had been parked for a long time.
Fan Siwen gently opened the gap between the trunk and the back seat and looked inside. Sure enough, the person got out of the car.
Taking advantage of the opportune moment, Fan Siwen quickly scrambled off the car.
Seeing pedestrians looking over, Fan Siwen gave a standard smile, then ran off to make a phone call.
"Yes, yes, I'm at No. 87 Mangfeng Road, come over quickly."
After contacting the contact person, Fan Siwen hid in a place without surveillance cameras and waited anxiously.
Although it was still early before his plane was scheduled to depart.
However, the godforsaken place he's in now is not close to the airport.
I've thought about it; his dad's destination might not be in the same direction as the airport.
But this place is too far away.
That's completely the opposite of what you'd expect.
Now, going to the airport means he has to drive twice as long.
Not running red lights only gets you to your destination.
If something goes wrong in the middle, it could easily be the end of it.
He waited and counted the license plates of each car one by one, and finally, he spotted a familiar one.
He jumped into the car quickly, glanced around, and seeing no suspicious persons, then shouted, "Let's go!"
The car sped away from the starting point like a charging warhorse.
He sped along at breakneck speed, driving at top horsepower, something he could brag about for a long time.
Just as he was driving with arrogance, confidence, and a side of himself he never showed before, his car, unsurprisingly, crashed into the back of the car in front of him.
The sound of them arguing echoed throughout the entire street.
Fan Siwen couldn't wait any longer as she looked at the time.
I saw a motorcycle taxi that had just stopped and whose owner had entered the convenience store.
Fan Siwen stepped onto the bike, twisted the handlebars, and started the bike up suddenly.
The gesture of waving to the people behind him was not very clear, but it was accompanied by Fan Siwen's arrogant shout, "Help me handle this!"
With that, the car kicked up a cloud of dust and drove away through the traffic.
The motorcycle taxis were significantly faster than the cars on this road.
Fan Siwen squeezed through several streets, taking advantage of any available space.
I arrived at the airport gate just before the plane took off.
I glanced down at the time; there was still time.
Seeing the mouthwatering M on the side, Fan Siwen couldn't resist going in.
I had just picked up the hamburger, cola, and chicken wrap, and before it was even warm in my hands, I saw several plainclothes officers.
Unexpectedly, his father had planted someone at the airport.
He quickly hid behind a pillar.
I counted down the time, took a few big gulps, sipped the cola, and then started running like crazy.
At the service window, Fan Siwen, wearing a hat to cover himself completely, managed to get a window at the emergency counter and quickly completed all the procedures.
Fortunately, he had prepared all the necessary paperwork beforehand, and since he was traveling alone with little luggage, the inspection was quick.
Throughout the entire process, Fan Siwen was very careful, looking around cautiously.
But when she saw the airport security guards on their routine patrol, Fan Siwen still stopped and greeted them with a smile.
The plane had been waiting nearby for a long time, and now, I was just one boarding gate away from boarding.
Based on his usual understanding of this place.
Flights here may not always depart on time, but if they are late, the passengers will definitely complain.
So, before he was yelled at by the loudspeaker, after the flight attendants had been scolded, he ran into the boarding gate.
Seeing a familiar face appear not far away, Fan Siwen stuck out her tongue at the person and stepped onto the plane.
Successfully escaping should be considered a success.
No matter how capable Fan Tianqi is, he can't hijack a plane!
As it turned out, he couldn't.
I sat down and the plane took off smoothly.
Looking at the pile of unresolved issues on her phone, Fan Siwen threw it away.
Sleep, sleep. How can you have the energy to fight if you're not fully awake?
He fell into a deep sleep and slept until the plane landed.
Fan Siwen rubbed her sleepy eyes, "Where am I?" She looked out the window and saw familiar scenes, familiar people, familiar clothing styles, everything familiar.
Mom, he's home.
His longing for his hometown enveloped him deeply at this moment.
My eyes welled up with tears, and then welled up again.
Until I turned on my phone and opened the chat window, a barrage of curses followed.
"Can't you just listen to me for once? What's the point of me having such a rebellious son like you..."
Blah blah blah, Fan Siwen immediately closed the chat box.
Keep your mind calm and peaceful.
I comforted myself, walked through the port of entry, had my identity verified by the border control authorities, and then they let me through.
Fan Siwen was finally able to return to her mother's embrace.
I immediately called Uncle Li and said, "Uncle Li, I'm back."
We rushed to the sanatorium.
Although everything seemed so easy when we were planning it, seeing the scene in person made me realize what it meant to feel like I was in a different world.
Looking at the familiar buildings now in such a messy state, with bricks and tiles scattered everywhere, Fan Siwen felt sad from the bottom of her heart.
This is not only his father's hard work, but also a place where many people depend on for their livelihood.
On the way here, Fan Siwen had already heard that an organization had issued a statement saying it was willing to accept all the medical staff here, which was a good thing.
As Uncle Li traversed the safe zone and arrived at the location where Song Yize and his group were hiding, Fan Siwen's steps became slightly slower.
Having finally reached the door, Fan Siwen paused for a moment, deliberately showing a slight smile, and pushed open the door to see everyone inside—"Surprise!"
The people inside were stunned when they saw the person who appeared at the door.
Mo Yang spoke quickly and stepped forward, slapping the man across the face.
Fan Siwen looked at the fierce eyes of the person in front of her, and felt a burning pain on her face. Her expression instantly darkened.
"All that I did was for this."
"Have you considered our lives? Chen Lili just got out of a car accident and then went into the intensive care unit. She's hanging on by a thread right now. Mo Yang is in the same boat. He's not fully recovered yet, but he's been running around like this. Have you thought about them?"
"Who considered me! If it weren't for me, you might all be dead at any time!"
"You expect us to be grateful to you? Is that what you mean? Let me ask you, we've been locked up here for days. If it weren't for your lousy plan, we would have escaped long ago!"
"Fine, go ahead and run! Go wherever you want, just don't bother me!"
Mo Yang grabbed the young man and the person the young man was carrying, ignoring the man, and rushed out.
The young man's legs weren't very nimble, and he walked rather slowly, but as he passed by this person, he couldn't help but turn around and take a look.
Fan Siwen stood there straight, motionless, neither turning back to try to stop him nor saying a word.
The young man eventually left with Mo Yang.
Looking at the room where the person had already left, Fan Siwen bent her knees and knelt on the ground.
After a long while, he managed to utter a weak sound through his breath, "Uncle Li, do you know about Mo Yang's injury?"
“Young Master, I’ve been visiting them these past two days, and they haven’t mentioned this to me.”
Fan Siwen wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. "Alright, how did this matter go?"
"We've already made arrangements with the major media outlets, the death certificate has been issued, and the police officers involved in the investigation have apprehended the perpetrators and the mastermind behind them, based on the identification of the officers."
Fan Siwen felt a little relieved to hear that everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to her plan.
He stood up and sighed.
"Young Master, they've already claimed to the outside world that he's dead. Now that he's wandering around, it's inevitable that..."
"That bastard deserves to be cursed."
He just hit himself, and now he's going to team up with a group of people to go out and search for him.
I really don't know what I owed him in my past life that I have to repay him like this in this life.
They were searching for the person all over the streets and alleys. Logically speaking, at their walking speed, they couldn't have gone far.
However, the group searched for an entire afternoon but still couldn't find a trace of it.
We checked the surveillance footage at various hospitals, but found nothing.
These people simply vanished from the street in broad daylight.
In fact, as Mo Yang led the way out, he and his men were already captured by the people who were waiting at the door.
While Mo Yang was still somewhat conscious, he saw a familiar figure in his field of vision.
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