Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby-Chapter 1134 - Dead Or Alive: Unknown

The subtext was that his life and death were unknown.

“We… only found the car he was in that day. There were traces of his blood on it, a lot.”

Song Yaoyao nodded and walked up the stairs.

“I understand.”

“Miss Song…”

She was so calm that there was not even the slightest fluctuation in her tone. If she were to cry or even have some other reaction, Uncle Zhang and the others would not be so worried.

It was her lack of reaction that made Uncle Zhang worried that she was hiding her feelings in her heart.

“Miss Song.” Uncle Zhang held back his tears and took two steps forward. “You must take care of your health! The Master has encountered countless dangers of all sizes over the years, and he has always been able to turn a bad situation into a good one. Now that we can’t find him, it’s actually the best news!”

He did not mention the word ‘corpse’ in case he jinxed Huo Yunque.

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“Of course, I know.”

Song Yaoyao suddenly turned around. She did not cry, instead, she revealed a big smile.

“Gege wouldn’t die! I will wait for him to come back.”

She could still sense Huo Yunque’s presence, and she believed in her sixth sense.

She was sure he was safe somewhere and he would eventually return.

After saying this, she went upstairs without looking back, disappearing from the gazes of the people behind her.

Uncle Zhang looked at her back and let out a deep breath.

“All of you listen well. If the news of Mr. Huo’s disappearance is leaked, I will make an example of you!”

The old butler suddenly turned around. There was a glint in his eyes, and his gaze was cold and stern. His back was straight, and his body was like a blood-stained saber; no one dared to underestimate him.

Huo Jiu stood quietly behind him.

“From now on, you don’t need me to teach you what to say and what to do, right?”

The disappearance of the Huo Family’s patriarch was no small matter.

Once the news was leaked, not only the foreign countries, but even the aristocratic families in China would be in turmoil.

There would always be some restless ones waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

“Yes.”

Uncle Zhang’s gaze swept over the servants one by one. When his gaze fell, the servants could not help but lower their heads.

Obedient, respectful, and fearful.

“All of you may leave.”

He waved his hand and told the servants to leave.

When all of them disappeared, his back suddenly hunched as if he had aged ten years overnight. He looked at Huo Jiu. “You must keep the news a secret. I’ll give you the names of the servants and their families. Increase the number of guards inside and outside of the manor. If those people know the news, they might attack Miss Song. Now that the Master is missing, Miss Song must be protected.”

Otherwise, Huo Yunque would be very disappointed.

Huo Jiu nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

Huo Qi was also missing along with Huo Yunque. When Huo Jiu entered Huo Qi’s room, his computer was still on, and his game interface was still open.

Huo Qi, who had always been carefree, had been brought along by the Master because he was the most outgoing person.

One of them was his master, and the other was his brother, whom he had grown up with.

Huo Jiu’s thin lips pursed tightly, and his eyes behind his glasses flashed with a murderous light.

One day!

If he found out the culprit, he would kill all those people!

…

After Song Yaoyao returned to Huo Manor, she ate and slept on time every day.

And in her spare time, she would read and write.

It was as if Huo Yunque had just gone on a business trip. There were no emotional fluctuations.

But the more she was like this, the more it made people worry.

She was like a robot programmed to do things step by step every day, forgetting her pain and sorrow.

Uncle Zhang saw everything and felt pain in his heart. Finally, one day, he could no longer hold it in.

If this continued, her body would eventually collapse.

He could not watch Song Yaoyao wear herself out like this. As the days passed, and there was still no news of Huo Yunque, hope grew dimmer and dimmer.

Elder Huo’s health had not been very good in recent years, so he kept the news a secret and did not dare to let out even the slightest bit of information.

“Miss Tang.”

Uncle Zhang lowered his head and welcomed Tang Xinrou out of the car. “I’ll leave everything to you.”

Tang Xinrou had only just found out about this news. The Tangs and the Huos were family friends. They had many business dealings and were in the same boat.

Thus, Uncle Zhang didn’t hide it from her.

Moreover, he needed Tang Xinrou to comfort Song Yaoyao.

“I know, this is what I should do. It’s my fault for being too busy and forgetting to care about her.” She saw the tiredness on Uncle Zhang’s face and said, “Uncle Zhang, you should rest first. I’ll go and see her myself.”

“Okay, please.”

Uncle Zhang looked at the cloudy sky. From the day Song Yaoyao returned, it was as if even the heavens felt sorry for her and they never saw the sun again.

Tang Xinrou went upstairs alone and knocked on the tightly shut door.

“Yaoyao? Yaoyao, are you there?”

She gently turned the handle, but she didn’t expect it to really open.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll come in?”

Tang Xinrou poked half of her head in and searched the room, but she didn’t see Song Yaoyao’s figure.

It was still the same as usual, except for a framed painting.

There was a couple in the painting. One was elegant and refined, while the other was sweet and charming. Behind them was a large area of maple leaves that looked like flames. The girl’s smile was extremely sweet, and the painting was full of life. Even when Song Yaoyao smiled, the dimples on her cheeks were vividly drawn.

She walked in.

Apart from a painting, nothing else had changed in the bedroom.

There was a thin blanket on the back of the sofa and two cups on the table. They were a pair. Plush dolls of all sizes were placed everywhere.

The originally simple room had been gradually filled with life.

Nothing had changed, but it seemed like everything had changed.

Something was stuck in Tang Xinrou’s throat, and her eyes began to burn. She did not dare to think about what would happen to Yaoyao if something really happened to Huo Yunque.

She had been with Huo Yunque since she was 18 years old. She had experienced all kinds of people in her life, but in the end, they only had each other. That man had treasured her. Tang Xinrou had never seen anyone pamper his girlfriend so much that everyone was envious of her.

Only Huo Yunque had done it.

But now, he had disappeared, leaving Yaoyao all alone.

All sorts of emotions flashed through Tang Xinrou’s mind as she slowly walked inside.

The balcony door was half open, and the large French windows were tightly shut. A small figure was curled up on the sofa as if she was asleep.

“Yaoyao?”

Tang Xinrou almost lost her voice as she quickly walked to Song Yaoyao and squatted down.

However, she realized that Song Yaoyao wasn’t asleep at all. Her empty eyes were staring straight ahead.

“Yaoyao…”

Her heart ached terribly. She couldn’t control her tears and they fell onto Song Yaoyao’s face.

Song Yaoyao’s eyelashes fluttered as she came back to her senses.

She rubbed her aching forehead and sat up from the sofa. “Why are you here?”

Her soft voice seemed to be the same as usual, but for someone who knew her like Tang Xinrou, she knew that she had changed. Song Yaoyao’s voice had less vitality.