He went to South Africa this ti, and there’s always so kind of unrest over there. It’s common for people to be robbed or killed.
The more Jiang Ruan thought about it, the more anxious she beca. She held her phone, making calls to Bao Ye and Chen Nan repeatedly.
One call after another.
The responses were all ssages saying no one answered.
Listening to the chanical female voice reporting, Jiang Ruan felt her heart go cold. She bit her lip, quickly thinking about whom to contact.
The South African embassy.
Yes.
She decided to contact them, because surely Bao Ye and the others must have registered there.
The embassy has the responsibility to ensure their safety.
Thinking this, Jiang Ruan did a search on Baidu and finally found the contact number for the South African embassy after searching for a while.
She tried to call, and the line was quickly answered.
A man’s voice spoke fluent Chinese: "Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hello, my husband went to South Africa to supervise a project and seems to have gone missing. I would like your help in checking his whereabouts," Jiang Ruan urgently requested.
"Miss, please don’t worry, what’s your husband’s na?"
"Bao Ye."
"Please hold on, let check for you."
Soon, a perplexed voice responded: "We haven’t found this na, Bao Ye, on the recent entry list. Miss, are you sure this is the na?"
"I’m sure."
"Are there no other nas, like the na on his identification card?"
"None."
Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but ask, "There’s no Bao Ye?"
This can’t be possible.
Before leaving, Bao Ye ntioned that he was going to South Africa to supervise a project. How could his na not be on the list?
"There’s really no entry by that na, Miss."
"Then please also check another na, my husband’s assistant; his na is Chen Nan."
"Okay, hold on."
Soon, another response ca: "Sorry, Miss, there’s no Chen Nan on the recent entry list either. Could it be that your husband changed his itinerary without informing you?"
Jiang Ruan’s heart was pounding too.
Could Bao Ye really have changed his itinerary at the last minute?
But wouldn’t he still be reachable?
"Maybe... Thanks, sorry to trouble you..." Before finishing her sentence, a serious voice ca from the other side: "Miss, do you rember what day your husband ca here?"
Jiang Ruan thought for a mont and replied, "The 18th."
"Morning or afternoon?"
"Morning."
Jiang Ruan rembered clearly.
That night, Bao Ye wore her out.
The next day when he left, she was too exhausted to even properly see him off.
As she recalled, the other side said: "If what you said is accurate, there’s so unfortunate news I need to tell you. Please brace yourself."
Jiang Ruan listened, her breath halting slightly, her heart tightened as she held her phone: "What unfortunate news?"
"Please tell ."
"On the 18th, at ten thirty in the morning, there was a flight coming from the mainland toward South Africa that was maliciously bombed by illegal operatives at a high altitude. They’ve been captured now, but heartbreakingly, none of the eighty-six passengers survived. We are still searching for the remains of our compatriots, and once we find them, we’ll inform their families to retrieve them, according to the list."
"We deeply regret the incident..."
The rest of the words didn’t register in Jiang Ruan’s mind.
Her brain felt like it had exploded, freezing into a void.
Holding her phone, she was utterly stunned.
It took her a long ti to process.
What was he saying?
The flight to South Africa on the morning of the 18th was bombed?
No passengers survived?
Then what about Bao Ye?
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