Leng Zimo snatched the bag, opened it, and took out the casual outfit and canvas shoes inside, immediately confirming that these were Luo Xiaoqian’s clothes.

"These are Xiao Qian’s clothes!"

Most of her clothes were bought by him. This trip to Qingdao for their wedding was meant to surprise her.

Because he hadn’t told her beforehand, all her luggage was personally packed by him. This set of casual clothes was placed in her suitcase by him, so he naturally recognized them, and the unique style of tying the shoelaces was entirely his own.

He was responsible for everything about her; he knew her better than anyone else.

"When we got on the ship, they had already left. Some passengers saw them leaving from their rooms. They said there was a silver-haired man leading a long-haired girl, the girl wearing a golden dress, slim... about four hours ago." The staff member sighed. "They killed the crew before leaving."

Four hours?!

He was four hours too late?!

Leng Zimo tightened his grip, clutching Luo Xiaoqian’s discarded casual outfit.

"We showed the tourists a photo of Luo Xiaoqian because the ship was hijacked, and tourists were not allowed to leave their rooms. They couldn’t confirm if it was her, but before deviating from the route, someone heard gunshots and voices on the deck, as if someone was trying to escape and seeking help from the maritime surveillance ship... However, they crashed the ship; the bow is visibly damaged, there are bloodstains on the iron frame, plus a corpse. We also found some blood-stained bandages, but we can’t be certain who was injured..."

Listening to the staff member’s voice, Leng Zimo’s heart clenched tighter.

She was pregnant, facing so many demons alone, every minute must have been torture.

Thinking of this, he felt an overwhelming ache.

His heart ached suffocatingly, he almost couldn’t breathe, clutching Luo Xiaoqian’s clothes as he helplessly crouched down, feeling full of guilt and self-reproach.

From the start of the wedding till now, within a day, he had been in a state of extreme tension, exhausting himself to the limit with ceaseless running around. Now, bearing such psychological stress, his body was nearing the brink of collapse.

"Zimo?!" Huangfu Ao worriedly grabbed hold of his shoulder. "Pull yourself together; there are no bloodstains on Xiao Qian’s clothes. I suspect the injured... should not be her..."

"Airport..." Leng Zimo suddenly stood up, gripping Huangfu Ao, "Quickly to the airport, he must be trying to take her away..."

"Sir!"

Seeing his unsteady appearance, Ah Sang and another subordinate immediately supported his arm, guiding him to sit by the bedside.

"Zimo!" Huangfu Ao looked at his pale face. "I’ll go; you stay here and rest..."

Leng Zimo gnashed his teeth, attempting to rise, "I’ll go with you..."

"No!" Huangfu Ao pressed him back onto the bed. "Xiao Qian is missing, Mo Mo is still waiting for you in the hospital, you cannot collapse at this time, understand?"

Upon hearing Mo Mo’s name, Leng Zimo took a deep breath. "Ah Sang, you go with Huangfu!"

"Yes!" Ah Sang immediately instructed a subordinate behind him, "Little Cheng, stay here to take care of sir."

A few quickly departed, leaving the subordinate concernedly standing beside Leng Zimo, "Sir, would you... like some water?!"