Han Xi Goes Missing

The painful memory of being stabbed not long ago flashed through Fang Zhou’s mind like a swarm of butterflies, triggering an intense alarm within him.

In that instant, Fang Zhou suddenly unleashed an unprecedented burst of strength, kicking the assailant’s hand. Although he didn’t manage to knock the knife away, he did succeed in diverting its direction, causing the attack to miss.

This sudden change caused the people around them to jump back, fearing that the knife might end up stabbing them instead.

Fang Zhou quickly grabbed Han Xi and started running, but the assailant, knife in hand, was already chasing after them!

He couldn’t help but curse inwardly: He knew this place was dangerous, but he hadn’t expected it to be this dangerous.

In broad daylight, in the midst of such a chaotic crowd, the assailant still dared to make a move. It seemed Han Xi had made quite a few enemies in the business world.

He regretted letting the bodyguards stay so far away earlier—who wouldn’t be scared in a situation like this?

Han Xi’s long legs allowed her to keep up with Fang Zhou’s pace, but the crowd was too dense, and they were quickly separated. The person he had just been holding onto was suddenly swallowed up by the sea of people.

When Fang Zhou turned back to look for Han Xi, the assailant spotted him first.

Apparently holding a grudge against Fang Zhou for blocking the earlier attack, the assailant smirked coldly and lunged at him without hesitation!

Instinctively, Fang Zhou ducked, narrowly avoiding the knife.

When he stood up again, the knife grazed his face, leaving a burning cut that stung painfully.

Fang Zhou winced in pain, sucking in a sharp breath, and then bolted.

But the assailant didn’t get a chance to strike again, as the bodyguards stationed at the street corner had already seen the chaos and moved in to subdue him.

The people who had been enthusiastically participating in the water festival scattered in all directions.

Further away, people who didn’t know what was happening also started running, and within moments, the entire street was in turmoil, making it impossible to find a safe place to stand.

Amid the surging crowd, Fang Zhou could only stand against a wall, watching as the bodyguards pinned the assailant to the ground, finally rendering him immobile. Only then did Fang Zhou breathe a sigh of relief.

“It’s over.”

He muttered to himself, trying to spot Han Xi in the place where they had been separated, but to his growing panic, Han Xi was nowhere to be found!

Damn it! Could this have been a diversion?

In that moment, a wave of terror washed over Fang Zhou, like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

He quickly turned to the bodyguards, instructing them to mobilize all available resources to find Han Xi. He himself began searching through the crowd, inch by inch, desperately hoping to spot her black silhouette.

She was wearing a black outfit with shorts today, a fairly ordinary outfit, but with her height, she should have been easy to recognize.

But Fang Zhou searched up and down the street, nearly turning it upside down, and still couldn’t find Han Xi. By the time he was done, there were hardly any people left on the street.

A sense of inexplicable dread gripped his heart, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.

Could Han Xi have already fallen into the hands of the assailant and been kidnapped?

What if the attacker wasn’t one of her enemies but part of a local trafficking ring? That would make the situation even more dire.

The thought of this possibility made Fang Zhou feel like he could barely stand.

He quickly reached into his pocket to find his phone and call Han Xi, hoping she would answer.

But he realized that his phone had either been lost in the earlier chaos or stolen, and it was nowhere to be found.

Fang Zhou’s expression froze, and then he immediately reacted, grabbing a passerby and using broken English to ask them to take him to the police station.

The street’s surveillance footage could only be accessed by the police.

While Fang Zhou was struggling to communicate with the passerby, in a nearby café, Han Xi’s assistant looked at her, now dressed in a fresh set of clothes, and asked hesitantly, “President Han, isn’t this a bit too much?”

“Fang Zhou seems to be so worried that he’s gone to the police.”

But Han Xi, the one Fang Zhou was so concerned about, was not only safe but also had the leisure to sip her coffee.

Her expression was inscrutable, and upon hearing this, she glanced at her assistant and said coldly, “Let him report it. The local police here don’t care about theft or missing persons cases involving foreigners. At most, they’ll just go through the motions; it won’t even count as wasting police resources.”

The assistant watched the footage coming in from the front, seeing that Fang Zhou was already red-eyed with anxiety, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

“But Mr. Fang seems genuinely worried. Is it really necessary to test him like this?”

Today’s events were, in a way, a coincidence.

The assailant had indeed come to assassinate Han Xi, but her “disappearance” was no accident; it was a calculated move.

It just so happened that the assailant provided Han Xi with the perfect opportunity to “disappear.”

She had planned this for a long time. Even if today’s assassination attempt hadn’t happened, there would have been some other “accident” to put Han Xi in danger.

She wanted to see how Fang Zhou would react and handle the situation.

Han Xi wanted to know what place she held in Fang Zhou’s heart and whether he could finally come to terms with his feelings.

The assistant had thought Fang Zhou was already quite crazy, but it turned out his boss was even crazier, using such a method to test someone’s feelings.

He couldn’t help but think to himself: A crazy man and a crazy woman, truly a match made in heaven.

Han Xi sipped her coffee, pondering the assistant’s question.

Was this test necessary?

Of course, it was.

Fang Zhou had been wavering between several women, unable to make up his mind.

So she decided to give him a little push, to help him see clearly who was truly in his heart.

If he really cared about her, he would at least risk his life to save her.

If she wasn’t in his heart, then Han Xi would resort to a “bitter scheme” to leave an indelible mark on his heart, making him feel guilty and eventually fall in love with her.

Call her malicious, call her manipulative, call her ruthless—Han Xi didn’t care.

Her persona was never that of a weak, innocent flower.

In the eyes of a businessperson, everything had to be fought for; nothing would fall into your lap, and even if it did, it would burn your mouth.

She didn’t believe that people like Qin Yun would sit idly by, doing nothing, while Fang Zhou’s heart leaned toward them.

“Send a message. We’ll go to the designated abandoned factory this afternoon to ‘rescue’ her plan. Prepare the money and let him go alone.”

Han Xi tapped her fingers on the glass table, issuing her orders.

She didn’t want to waste too much time. As long as she could confirm Fang Zhou’s feelings, that would be enough.

If that were the case, even if they had to return home tomorrow, this trip would have been worth it.

“And also, find out who sent the assassin today. When you get the chance, take them all down. I don’t care if it’s Third Uncle or Second Uncle; don’t show any mercy to my father.”