Fu Shiyi rushed all the way to the airport in his sports car as if he were driving a jet and then he boarded with Fu Hanzheng.
Seeing his brother’s dark face, he consoled him with a forced smile.
“Brother, sister-in-law has always been very lucky. Nothing will happen to her!”
“It must be her dumb agent who can’t find her for the time being.”
….
However, despite whatever he said, Fu Hanzheng’s cold face gave no reaction. All he did was ask the crew members to take off as soon as possible.
It took three hours to fly from the capital to F Land.
That was the longest three hours of Fu Hanzheng’s life. He prayed to God that the moment he got off the plane, she would be waiting for him safe and sound, telling him that nothing happened.
Yet three hours later… the plane landed in F Land and nothing that followed was what he had expected to happen.
The two of them had just gotten off the plane, when Fu Shiyi received the call from Jolin.
Fu Shiyi asked. “Found her?”
Jolin was sobbing. He sounded as if he was unable to say a thing.
Fu Hanzheng grabbed Fu Shiyi’s phone and asked, “Where is she?”
Startled for one second, Jolin spoke softly.
“She is at Saint Martin’s Hospital.”
Lips pursed, Fu Hanzheng did not ask for the results after being silent for a moment.
“Got it, we will be there soon.”
He had intended to ask him but he was also afraid that the result was beyond what he could bear.
So he ended the call and asked the driver to head to the hospital.
Being in the same car, Fu Shiyi could sense that something wrong was going on, judging from what Jolin had said on the phone.
But he did not dare to make a call when facing his brother, so he texted him on the sly.
[What is it? Tell me so I can be prepared]
Soon Jolin replied.
[We found her and her… remains]
The last word made Fu Shiyi shiver. He dropped the phone.
He looked at his cold-faced brother sideways, not knowing what to do so that he did not have to face that horrible result.
But no matter what he could do, his brother was going to face the music anyways.
He had just met her the day before and now she was… gone.
Fu Shiyi picked up the phone and looked out of the window, hoping that the road to the hospital could last forever, so that no end came to them.
So that his brother did not have to face that terrible scene.
However, within an hour, they arrived at the hospital.
In the corridor of the hospital, Jolin was crying hard. When he saw Fu Hanzheng and the people following him, he stopped himself from shedding any more tears.
“Boss, Third Master…”
“Where is she?” Fu Hanzheng asked.
Pursing his lips, Jolin pointed at the room next to them.
Xu Qian directly went to talk with the doctor and the police, so two minutes later, the door was opened and they were let in.
The moment the door was opened, an air of coldness greeted their face. Fu Shiyi shivered.
But it was not Mu Weiwei who was lying on the sickbed but a cold corpse bag.
Police officers led them in, explaining what had happened at the hotel and said, “I am sorry that the woman you are looking for lost her life in this terror attack.”
“You must be wrong, what if it is not her!” Fu Shiyi said.
His brother had arranged for three men to keep her safe, how would she possibly die in this hour long terror attack?
Police officers looked at them and sighed with a pitiful tone.
“According to what Mr. Jolin had given to us, what we have found must be Miss. Mu.”
Standing by the corpse bag, Fu Hanzheng said with a deep voice, “Open it!”
