He Can’t Get Out

The towering flames painted the sky red, transforming the night into a surreal, dreamlike scene.

If not caught in the chaos, one might have paused to admire the spectacle.

But as disaster struck, no one had the luxury to simply watch.

The once-calm hall erupted into chaos upon hearing the word “fire.”

Everyone panicked, rushing for the exits.

In the darkness, visibility was poor, and phone flashlights were insufficient to navigate obstacles.

The sound of shattering glasses, clashing plates, colliding furniture, and screams filled the air.

Chaos descended in an instant, gripping people’s minds, preventing rational thought.

Faced with disaster, elegance and composure vanished, replaced by the urge to escape danger.

They screamed, shouted, and roared, desperate to flee the disaster zone.

“Help! It’s on fire outside, run!”

“Oh my God, such a big fire, if it spreads, no one will escape!”

“I want to go home, I don’t want to be here, has anyone called 119?”

The Han family’s security quickly acted, finding powerful flashlights to illuminate a safe path.

“Exit this way! It’s the closest route to the garage. We’ve arranged vehicles to evacuate everyone!”

Amidst the chaos, Qin Yun and Chu Xinran stood against a wall, supporting each other, panting heavily.

A loud explosion echoed, like something had blown up.

They looked up, eyes reflecting the red flames, shock on their faces, simultaneously asking each other.

“Did you do this?”

Chu Xinran shook her head.

“No, I only ordered a power cut, not a fire.”

Starting a fire required careful consideration.

After all, it could easily lead to a massive disaster.

“I thought it was you!”

Chu Xinran’s innocent expression, her wide eyes filled with confusion, seemed truthful.

Qin Yun’s heart sank, slowly shaking her head.

“No, I didn’t order a fire, and I didn’t bring anyone.”

In her mind, she believed they could safely take Fang Zhou away today.

“Great, it’s really on fire! What do we do? Where do we find Fang Zhou now?”

Chu Xinran panicked, feeling lost, turning to Qin Yun for help.

Qin Yun frowned, looking at the blazing building, speaking heavily, “Fang Zhou isn’t foolish; he wouldn’t run into the fire.

Have your people wait at the garage, see if he shows up.”

Chu Xinran nodded, reaching for her phone to send a message, when the Han family’s security urged them.

“Guests, it’s dangerous here. Please evacuate with the others!”

They looked around, realizing most guests had fled, leaving only a few.

Their presence was conspicuous.

Holding hands, they prepared to leave, when a girl’s desperate shout caught their attention: “What? He’s locked on the second floor?!”

The voice was familiar, and Qin Yun stopped, seeing it was Qiao Sisi.

The usually lively starlet looked disheveled, panic in her eyes as she faced a man, her body trembling.

“Why did your cousin lock him there?”

Tonight, only Fang Zhou could make Qiao Sisi so distraught.

They turned, rushing to her side, hearing the man’s low explanation.

“I don’t know! The security told me.

My cousin’s already gone to rescue him.

She’s foolish! A pampered lady, what can she do? Better to wait here…”

He stopped, seeing the three women glaring at him.

“Is Fang Zhou locked in that burning building?”

Qin Yun pointed at the fiery structure, her eyes icy, as if freezing everything in sight.

Qiao Sisi’s face was pale, sweat on her brow, lips trembling, eyes filled with fear and despair.

She nodded slowly, voice shaky, “Yes, Fang Zhou’s locked there.”

Saying this, she seemed to lose all strength, leaning weakly against the wall.

Qin Yun felt a pang of sympathy, but more so urgency and anger.

She took a deep breath, calming herself, then turned toward the burning building.

Qiao Sisi grabbed her sleeve, eyes worried, “You can’t go, it’s too dangerous! The fire’s too big, we can’t get close.”

Qin Yun paused, looking back at Qiao Sisi, her voice firm, “I have to save him, he’s Fang Zhou.”

On the island, she’d lost him once, haunting her dreams.

This time, she wouldn’t repeat the mistake.

She shook off Qiao Sisi’s hand, continuing forward.

Qiao Sisi watched her go, tears blurring her vision.

Chu Xinran, a step behind, realized something.

The fire started after the power cut.

How would the Han family’s keyless high-tech locks open without power?

Her heart sank, cold as if submerged in icy water, the wind chilling her to the bone.

If something happened to Fang Zhou, she’d be the first to blame.

Even in death, she’d stay with him.

After a moment’s silence, Chu Xinran ran toward the fire.

Han Xi’s cousin stood dumbfounded, muttering.

“Why are they running that way? Are they trying to die in that fire?”

As he spoke, Qiao Sisi rushed past, even kicking off her high heels.

“Hey! Sisi, why are you going too? Come back, it’s dangerous!”

Were they crazy?

The women’s retreating figures stood out in the night.

While others fled, they headed toward danger.