NOVPUBChapter 738: 738, Shi Yuhuan, you have arrived.
Chapter 738: 738, Shi Yuhuan, you have arrived.
“There must be a secret chamber underneath; find a way to open it,” Shi Yuhuan ordered in a cold voice, instructing Chen Tian, and immediately turned to Xia Yang and Bi Yuntao, “Seal all the exits of Shi Country Villa, and don’t let him escape.”
“Yes!” The three of them immediately set about their tasks.
Chen Tian moved quickly, and soon, he had managed to break open the floor with the help of some others.
Just as Shi Yuhuan had guessed, there was indeed a large secret chamber underneath. Judging from the size of the chamber and the traces left inside, a car must have been stored here.
If his guess was correct, the old man had already driven away from here.
Chen Tian led the team and followed the secret tunnel out, only to discover it led to a road one kilometer away from Shi Country Villa.
It was clear, the old man had already driven off.
Chen Tian reported back to Shi Yuhuan, who ordered Xia Yang to chase after them in a car immediately, but the chances of catching up were very slim.
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After giving birth, Song Qinghuan was exhausted due to the cesarean section. In the six hours following the surgery, she was forced to stay awake.
She was very tired, on the edge of collapsing. As soon as the anesthesia wore off, she fainted into a deep sleep.
When she awoke a day later, Song Qinghuan felt hollow and in intense pain. Every movement brought tears to her eyes.
Jin Lin and the nanny took care of her and showed her the baby – a lovely little princess. That’s what they said, but Song Qinghuan’s mind was blank.
Ever since giving birth, she had been like a lost soul, numb, silent, and refusing to look at her child. She was scared, afraid that Jin Lin would bring her devastating news about Shi Yuhuan.
In her sleep, she had a dream. In it, Shi Yuhuan was walking away from her, becoming more and more distant. She reached out instinctively, trying to call Shi Yuhuan back.
But Shi Yuhuan kept walking further away, oblivious to her calls, until he disappeared completely from her sight.
Upon waking, Song Qinghuan was seized with fear, as her heart manifested a dreadful premonition about losing Shi Yuhuan forever. Tears flowed continuously from her eyes.
Losing Shi Yuhuan would be akin to death for her.
She didn’t know when it had happened, but Shi Yuhuan had become her only hope, her only dream.
She had never been particularly religious, but at that moment, she fervently prayed for Shi Yuhuan’s safety.
It was a deep and silent night, and Song Qinghuan couldn’t sleep. She kept staring at the ceiling, where the reflection of Shi Yuhuan’s handsome and tender face appeared.
Only when she was too tired did she close her eyes.
After a long period of time, a gentle touch on her face stimulated her drowsy consciousness. Song Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes.
In her blurry vision, she saw the good-looking face that had just been reflected on the ceiling.
He seemed to have traveled a long and tiring journey, his usually immaculate face glistening with sweat; his short black hair was stuck together, and his black shirt was soaked with sweat.
Song Qinghuan woke up abruptly, her eyes widening in astonishment, whilst her entire body froze.
She thought about the phone call from Shi Annuo, of that strange dream, and of Shi Yuhuan’s retreating silhouette.
She couldn’t believe it. In a panic, she tried to sit up, but she winced due to the pain from her incision.
“You have to stay still, be careful!” Shi Yuhuan urgently held her down, helping her lay back on the bed.
Looking at Shi Yuhuan’s anxious face, Song Qinghuan felt a sense of relief and joy. Grasping his hand, she said, “Shi Yuhuan, you’re here…”
