About two hours later, Jingyao Wang’s car stopped outside the northern suburbs.

The driver turned around and spoke softly, "Mr. Wang, we’ve arrived."

Jingyao Wang opened the car door and got out. In the early morning, the outskirts were engulfed in darkness with only a few spots of light. Around them, people were moving back and forth, occasionally speaking into walkie-talkies, making the scene very chaotic.

But despite the chaos, Jingyao Wang could still catch the sound of a woman’s breath in the air; it was Lin Hua.

Lin Hua stood by the roadside, blankly staring at the place in the distance where smoke was rising. She was draped in a shawl, accompanied by her nearly sixty-year-old mother.

Jingyao Wang glanced around, gesturing for his men to step back a little, and then lit a cigarette and walked over.

Lin Hua didn’t notice him. She was focused on the distance, her face devoid of expression. When Jingyao Wang spoke, his voice was hoarse, "It’s a bit chilly outside. Let’s wait in the car."

Upon hearing his voice, Lin Hua turned her head.

Her mother was somewhat surprised but, being the elder, immediately and considerately said, "It’s so late, and you still came over personally, Mr. Wang. Thank you for the trouble."

Jingyao Wang spoke plainly, "It just so happened that I couldn’t sleep."

He then looked toward Lin Hua, "It will be alright."

Although he said this, he knew in his heart that the chances of survival were very, very slim—almost impossible.

Lin Hua continued to look into the distance without speaking.

Jingyao Wang felt a little parched, and then he just stood there, silently accompanying them. Lin Hua’s mother felt a little uneasy and, holding back her sadness, said, "Mr. Wang, you just recovered from a serious illness. You shouldn’t stay up late. Your health is important, after all, there are so many things that require your attention."

Lin Hua’s mother was very considerate. She knew that with Jingyao Wang present, these people would work more diligently. But she was a mother too, deeply aware of Lin Hua’s situation.

Lin Hua and Feng Sheng were about to get married, and there was some kind of unspoken connection between her and Jingyao Wang. Now that something happened to Feng Sheng, with Mr. Wang arranging everything, it would inevitably invite gossip. Especially, what would the Feng family think of Lin Hua?

Lin’s mother was worried, as a mother would be for a lifetime.

After she said this, Jingyao Wang naturally understood her intentions and, after weighing the options, decided to stay.

Because, he knew in his heart, Feng Sheng was not coming back.

If Feng Sheng could return, he would leave immediately to spare Lin Hua any hint of gossip. But in such a plane crash, the chances of survival were nearly nonexistent.

Jingyao Wang looked at Lin’s mother, lowering his voice, "I’ll stay. You can sit in my car. Leave this to me, and please take care of Lin Hua. After all, you are the closest person to her."

Lin’s mother looked up, her old eyes meeting his, and she immediately understood.

She felt some sadness in her heart.

The Lin family, although once thriving, couldn’t compare with those of high power who were always engaged in art. Now, only she and her daughter Lin Hua remained.

She sighed, "Then, I’ll trouble Mr. Wang."

At this moment, Lin Hua suddenly spoke, "Feng Sheng said he was going to handle a transnational case involving many things, and he also told me to be careful."

She slowly turned her head to look at Jingyao Wang, "His plane crash was no accident."

Jingyao Wang felt a sinking feeling, then said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I will find out the truth."

He took a step forward, hesitated for a moment, and then gently patted her shoulder, "Let’s sit in the car for a bit. It’s cold outside. Even if you don’t care about yourself, you should think of your mother."

Lin Hua’s gaze returned to the distance, and around them, a mist rose, adding another layer of difficulty to the rescue efforts.

She shook her head, "No, I’ll wait here."

However, she personally helped her mother into the car. She felt a bit guilty; her mother was old and had to worry with her.

After saying a few words to her mother, she returned to wait by the roadside. Jingyao Wang continued smoking, his subordinates dared not disturb him and stood far away...

The night grew deeper.

In Lin Hua’s world, it was quiet.

It held only Feng Sheng.

After a long time, after Jingyao Wang had smoked several cigarettes, he softly asked, "Has he really fallen headlong into something?"

Lin Hua did not answer.

Jingyao Wang turned his head, quietly observing her, "Lin Hua, you’ve always been a mature woman. I think you’re already prepared in your heart. Have you thought about the road ahead?"

She shook her head, "I haven’t thought about it."

After a pause, she spoke again, "I only want Feng Sheng to come back."

Jingyao Wang said with some dryness, "What if he can’t come back? What are you going to do? Can’t you live without him?"

Lin Hua remained silent.

Jingyao Wang didn’t say this without reason. He understood Lin Hua wasn’t someone who would easily fall into despair. She had waited for many years with no result, and yet she didn’t lose hope. Now... she must have truly fallen for Feng Sheng.

Jingyao Wang felt a bitter taste in his heart. At this moment, a member of the search team came to report, "Mr. Wang, we’ve found the crew members. We believe we’ll soon find Attorney Feng."

Jingyao Wang stubbed out his cigarette, "Alright, I’ll go have a look with you."

Lin Hua grasped his sleeve.

Jingyao Wang nodded, "Alright, let’s go together."

He gently placed an arm around her shoulders; she needed comfort now.

Because, without news of survival, there was no good news whatsoever.

Lin Hua stumbled as she followed him into the car. About five minutes later, they reached the site, which was in disarray, and the rescue continued, with the search dogs barking intermittently.

Jingyao Wang personally arranged things, finding a woman to stay with Lin Hua...

At three in the morning, the Bo Family arrived.

Bo Xichen and An An came together, not because of someone else, but because it was Feng Mian who called.

Feng Sheng was Feng Mian’s cousin. Naturally, Feng Mian was concerned. With even a sliver of hope, he would count on the best doctors to save Feng Sheng’s life, even if it meant disability, even if he couldn’t be as spirited as before, as long as he was alive.

He dialed the phone when Bo Xichen and An An had just gone to sleep not long ago.

Bo Xichen held the phone and said, "We’ll be there soon."

An An, somewhat drowsy, touched his face, "Is it Feng Mian? What’s wrong with him this time? Did he argue with Fengxi again?"

Bo Xichen shook his head, speaking quietly, "It’s Feng Sheng. His plane crashed."

"Ah," An An immediately sat up straight, nervously looking, "How is it now?"

Uncle Bo had already gotten up, went to the dressing room to put on a set of clothes, and said, "It’s hard to say. I’ll need to be on the scene to know. Now, we can only hope for a chance of survival."

He went over and patted An An’s head, "Get some more sleep. I can go alone."

An An got up immediately, "I’ll go with you. What if you need me?"

Bo Xichen thought for a moment and nodded.

The two drove over; it was already three in the morning. At this time, the search for Feng Sheng was getting closer.