Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 213 Don’t be afraid

Yu Zhixu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak again when he saw the boss turn around, his face flushed, raising his glass to greet the partners.

Amidst the crisp clinking of crystal glasses, a hearty laugh rang out, "Chairman Li, you must attend the next product launch!"

"Haha, that's for sure..."

Several industry leaders chatted, socialized, and laughed, naturally forming a closed social circle amidst the clinking of glasses, leaving Yu Zhixu standing there, feeling left out.

In the other person's mind, this was probably just an inconsiderate assistant making a mountain out of a molehill—checking CCTV footage just because someone couldn't be found? Did they think this was a police station investigating a case?

Yu Zhixu didn't know what to do for a moment, so he could only bite the bullet and step forward to interrupt. His repeated interruptions made the boss look impatient, but he couldn't lash out on the spot.

He said to his partners, "Please wait a moment, I need to take care of something."

He then turned to Yu Zhixu and made a decision on his own, "How about this, I'll send a few people to help you search."

He then beckoned two waiters over and pointed at Yu Zhixu in a perfunctory manner, saying, "You two accompany him to find someone."

Yu Zhixu was on the verge of a breakdown—what's the use of searching like a headless fly? I need to see the security footage, bro! I need to see the security footage!!!

Just then, Huo Yunting called.

He frantically answered the phone, "Hello...Mr. Huo..."

His voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent.

The deafening roar of an engine came from the other end of the phone, and Huo Yunting's voice was as piercing as an Arctic wind, "Have you found them?"

"Not yet... We're still negotiating with Mr. Zhang, the banquet organizer..."

The black car sped along the highway. Huo Yunting's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, trying his best to remain calm. "Give the call to the organizers."

Mr. Zhang took the phone handed to him and said "Hello" in confusion.

"I am Huo Yunting."

These five words struck Zhang like a hammer blow, leaving him frozen in place.

"My husband has gone missing from your villa. Please find him immediately!"

Huo Yunting's enunciation was extremely heavy, and his suppressed anger pierced through the receiver like a tangible force, reaching President Zhang's ears.

The call ended quickly. Mr. Zhang, holding his phone, paused for a couple of seconds, then suddenly looked at Yu Zhixu, "Your boss is... Huo Yunting?"

Yu Zhixu nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic.

"Her husband is...?"

Yu Zhixu: "It is Xie Qing."

Mr. Zhang's expression instantly collapsed—damn it, this damn assistant is deliberately trying to get me killed! Why the hell did he only say such important information now?!

Mr. Zhang took a few deep breaths and then made swift and decisive arrangements: one team of security personnel conducted a thorough search of every corner of the villa, while another team went straight to the monitoring room to retrieve all the video footage.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and mentally prayed to all the gods—hoping that he could find every single hair on Xie Qing's head before the Huo family's accomplice arrived.

However, to his surprise, Huo Yunting arrived so quickly.

The black Maybach, like a runaway beast, rampaged recklessly, showing no sign of slowing down as it approached the villa.

Two male servants hurriedly opened the iron gate, and the car drove straight across the lawn and stopped in front of the villa's main entrance. Several black minivans followed closely behind.

Huo Yunting got out of the car, his whole body shrouded in a terrifying aura, while Xu Xingmu led a team of well-trained bodyguards to quickly file out of the vehicles behind him.

Mr. Zhang, who was guarding the door, jogged forward to greet him, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Ms. Huo, we found through the surveillance footage that someone took your husband to the second floor, but the surveillance coverage on the second floor is incomplete, and the person deliberately avoided the cameras, so we haven't been able to pinpoint the specific room yet..."

Huo Yunting paused, his eyes bloodshot like those of an enraged beast. "So, the person still hasn't been found?"

Mr. Zhang opened his mouth, but the words "haven't found it yet" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

"Mr. Zhang, there's something unusual in the leftmost room on the second floor!"

A security guard came running up, panting, to report.

Huo Yunting's eyes narrowed. "Lead the way."

The other person looked at Huo Yunting, who was giving the order, and didn't react for a moment. Seeing this, President Zhang kicked the other person hard, "What are you standing there for? Go now!"

……

As they approached the unusual room on the second floor, they spotted a panicked man standing guard at the door. "What are you doing? My director is resting inside. The person you're looking for isn't here..."

He said that, but his face betrayed his true feelings; his panic and guilt were clearly visible.

Mr. Zhang's heart sank. He thought to himself, "It's over—if Xie Qing is really inside, after all this time, things that should and shouldn't have happened have probably already..."

Huo Yunting stood in front of the door, radiating a suffocatingly low pressure.

"Kick the door open."

Xu Xingmu accepted the order and beckoned three burly bodyguards. One of them quickly pinned Xiao Wu, who was blocking the doorway, to the ground, while the other two kicked the door hard at the same time.

"boom--"

With the second kick, the entire door collapsed straight down from top to bottom, and everyone immediately saw Xie Qing leaning against the wardrobe—a lit cigarette between his thin lips, and a piece of clothing casually pulled out of the wardrobe in his hand.

If you ignore the bloodstains on his body, the blood-stained long knife on the ground, and Zheng Xiao lying limp as a rag doll not far away, the scene could easily be described as "peaceful and serene."

"..."

"lightly……"

Huo Yunting rushed forward, momentarily hesitant to embrace Xie Qing, his hands trembling as he touched his face, "You've lost so much blood... so much blood..."

Xie Qing took a drag of his cigarette, casually extinguishing it on the solid wood door of the wardrobe. The next second, he grabbed Huo Yunting by the back of the neck and pressed a nicotine-scented kiss onto it.

After the kiss ended, Xie Qing chuckled softly, her lips pressed against Huo Yunting's, "Don't be afraid, this blood isn't mine."

Huo Yunting hugged Xie Qing tightly, his deep voice trembling with lingering fear, "You really scared me to death..."

He received no replies to messages, didn't answer calls, and couldn't even be located. In that instant, countless dark thoughts flashed through his mind, almost consuming him.

Xie Qingqing gently patted Huo Yunting's tense back, coaxing him softly, "I'm fine, don't worry..."

Huo Yunting's tense nerves finally relaxed. He noticed the bloodstains on Xie Qing's body and her cold, damp skin. Without hesitation, he took off his coat and wrapped her up tightly.

"Xu Xingmu, I'm leaving this to you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Huo."

Huo Yunting put his arm around Xie Qing and turned to leave. The well-trained bodyguards immediately formed a human wall around the two of them, keeping out the noisy crowd and the curious gazes.

"..."

"Guess what it is that could make Huo Yunting come in person?!"

The elegantly dressed guests whispered amongst themselves, "I think I just saw him with someone in his arms. Could it be his male wife?"

The group exchanged glances, but no one dared to get closer to investigate.