Mu Yancheng placed the woman on the hospital bed, then he looked up anxiously to bark orders at the doctors. “What’re you guys still standing there for? Can’t you hear her screaming in pain? Go check what’s wrong with her!”
Only then did the doctors rush forward and surround them.
“Where is the patient hurt?”
“I found her lying on the ground when I arrived…” He gravely recounted. “She’s… also pregnant!”
“Are you a family?” asked a doctor, to which, he blurted out, “I’m her man!”
“Don’t panic and just calm down first. We’ll take her to the ER right away.” The doctors then proceeded to push the bed toward the ER speedily.
He chased after them for a short distance but suddenly stopped in his tracks when he realized something. He lowered his head and found the startling sight of a trace of blood on his right sleeve.
“Sir, you…” His assistant approached him and, upon noticing his look of horror, looked down as well, only to see the red stain on his sleeve.
Mu Yancheng’s hand started trembling.
“How did this happen?”
With the left hand, he clutched his quivering right hand tightly and clenched them so hard that his veins started showing.
…
The sky had darkened, and things were looking bleak in the capital.
It was bound to be a sleepless night for Song Zhengguo, as well as his wife, and he stood anxiously at the window, waiting for news.
The phone suddenly rang at that moment, which got Jiang Qimeng, who was sitting restlessly on the sofa, hopping up and rushing to answer it at once. “Hello?”
“Mrs. Song…” A nervous voice came through.
As she tried her best to curb the anxiety in her, she asked with feigned nonchalance, “How did it go?”
“I apologize, but we failed you!”
“What did you mean by that?” Before she could get an answer from the caller, however, her husband approached and snatched the phone from her. “What happened?”
“We’re truly sorry, Mr. Song… The Mus arrived before us!”
“What!” He drew a sharp intake of breath in shock.
“When we arrived there, we happened to see a row of cars leaving the village. They had military license plates, which means they’re dispatched from the capital. We guessed that the Mus’ underlings had arrived before us and taken Meng Qingxue away.”
“…” Fury had him gnashing his teeth. “Useless things!”
Bam!
He slammed the phone back down and slumped heavily against the sofa, looking extremely distressed.
“Zhengguo, what exactly is going on? Did they fail to bring her back?”
“Those useless things arrived a step too late; she’s been taken away by the Mus!”
“What!” His wife knitted her brows worriedly. “Are you sure that it’s them who took her away?”
“Those cars bear military license plates. Apart from my brother, the only person who’s capable of dispatching men from the military is Mu Lingfeng.”
She was beyond vexed. “Oh, no. What do we do now?”
It got her husband flying into a rage the next second. “What can I possibly do about this? Just stop nagging incessantly at me! It’s causing me a headache!”
Sitting upstairs on her bed, Song Enya apparently did not hear the heated argument between her parents and was anxiously awaiting news still. From time to time, she would pace about in her room and check her phone screen for messages.
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