Zhang Ming's voice held a note of warning as he regarded Zhang Wei, "I hope you have a compelling reason for your actions, as the Martial Arts Association won't be inclined to overlook your deeds, even with your NSA status." His words were laced with a touch of mockery, suggesting that he wasn't entirely convinced of Zhang Wei's innocence.
Zhang Wei couldn't help but be taken aback. "So the NSA won't take any action?"
He was genuinely surprised by the lack of consequences for his actions, despite the casualties he had caused. The ntion of the Martial Arts Association left him wondering about their involvent.
Zhang Ming sneered in response, "The Chief should have normally expelled you, but it seems you have so kind of background. Keep a close eye on her," he advised, starting the car.
Zhang Wei couldn't resist a calm smile and a mischievous wink as he spoke, "You too... Keep a good eye on her."
"What!?" Cai Wenxi's eyes widened in shock as she noticed his discreet signal.
Zhang Ming, not understanding the aning behind Zhang Wei's words, was slightly distracted as he drove away in frustration.
Only when he glanced back and saw Cai Wenxi's stunned expression did he ask with concern, "Are you alright?"
Cai Wenxi fell silent, shaking her head and taking a deep breath, her thoughts in turmoil. "What does he an?" She couldn't help but wonder, the ambiguity of Zhang Wei's words weighing heavily on her mind.
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While Zhang Wei enjoyed a rare mont of leisure, soone else was grappling with a relentless headache.
Leng i, her patience already worn thin from incessant calls that had plagued her since the previous night, begrudgingly answered her ringing phone. Her voice carried a tinge of frustration as she asked, "What is it now?"
The voice on the other end bore the weight of heavy news as it revealed, "Zhang Wei has allegedly carried out a devastating explosion at a hospital, resulting in nurous casualties."
Leng i's response was unexpected; she raised an elegant eyebrow and quipped, "Only this?"
The voice on the other end, taken aback by her nonchalant reaction, inquired cautiously, "What do you an by 'only this'?"
With an unwavering resolve, Leng i retorted, "My daughter has been targeted by these individuals. How can the lives of a few people compare to her safety?"
A heavy silence hung in the air before the voice on the other end posed a more careful question, "...Do you have any inkling of what they might want from you?"
Leng i's lips curled into a bitter smile.
If she had even the faintest idea of their intentions, she wouldn't be sitting idly by in a state of uncertainty.
As the call ended, an elderly woman sitting beside Leng i couldn't resist comnting, "This Void Society has been growing increasingly audacious lately."
Leng i nodded, her deanor unruffled. Her primary concern remained her daughter's safety, and she couldn't afford to be overly troubled by the actions of so random organization.
Noticing Leng i's somber mood, the elderly woman couldn't resist adding a touch of mischievousness, a twinkle in her eyes, "Mistress, should we expect this Zhang Wei to beco our son-in-law or... our new master?" Her tone held a hint of teasing.
!!
"You!?" Leng i's reaction was imdiate and surprised, her face blushing slightly at the suggestion.
The elderly woman's expression shifted from teasing to seriousness.
She confird her suspicions, sighing internally, 'So it's true.'
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In the heart of Qingyun City, the Song Family Villa stood as a grand show of wealth and privilege.
Within its opulent confines, Sun Qing's composure wore thin, and her demand for answers rang through the lavishly adorned room.
Seated in an ornate chair, she exuded an air of frustration that filled the room with tension.
Her patience was eroding by the second as she posed the question, her voice a torrent of irritation, "How much longer must I endure this waiting?"
The staff mbers, assembled like silent sentinels behind her, bore witness to her fury, but they dared not speak a word.
The room, furnished with luxury, seed to offer little solace in the face of her escalating anger.
Her tone grew more piercing as she probed further, "Hasn't anyone made any progress yet?"
For nearly a month, she had committed her vast resources to the search for any trace of her husband, Song Ho, and her cherished daughter, Song Ruolan.
The sense of helplessness that gnawed at her soul seed only to deepen with each passing mont.
A quiet realization hung in the air, that perhaps, with ti, not even their remains would be discovered.
Amidst the evident tension and despair, a servant, trembling with fear, mustered the courage to step forward. "Miss, I have the manager of Little Lotus Orphanage with . She inford us that Mr. Song had a confrontation with a certain young man about a month ago."
Sun Qing's narrowed gaze settled upon the servant. Her voice carried a sharp edge of frustration as she responded, "Why was this information not brought to my attention earlier?"
"I-I deeply apologize, Miss," the servant stamred in response.
Sun Qing's order was swift and uncompromising, "Fetch her imdiately."
The servant, nodding in obedience, hastened to retrieve Guo Jian.
In the midst of the turmoil, Sun Qing rose from her chair and began the journey to her son's room. Her heart ached as she thought of seven-year-old Song Xian, who remained oblivious to the truth behind the disappearance of his father and sister.
As she left her room and ventured to her son's, she couldn't ignore the reflection that greeted her in the grand mirror. Her appearance, once youthful and radiant, was now painted by the toll of weeks of sleepless nights and anxiety.
Dark circles beneath her eyes told a story of relentless worry and despair.
Entering his room, she forced a smile and addressed her young son. "Xian'er, it's ti for school. Are you ready?"
Song Xian, his small hands diligently packing his bag, looked up at his mother with innocent eyes. "Mom, will you take to school today too? And where's Dad? And where's Big Sis?"
Sun Qing's face darkened as she struggled to conceal her emotions. Her voice held a deliberate note of optimism as she replied, "Xian, your dad and big sister have gone on a little vacation, but they'll be back soon. Let's get you ready for school."
With a nod of agreent, Song Xian, blissfully unaware of the harsh reality, that the "vacation" was a one-way trip, and that Song Ho and Song Ruolan would never make it back.
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