Deadly Trap

Chapter 91. The Queen of Hearts
"Mu Fei!"

Dai Ze leaped out of his seat, instinctively reaching out to steady himself. Gu Mufeng's wrist immediately blocked him.

This hand was completely bloodless.

But using one hand to support his body on the table, as the crimson roar surged back to his cheeks, Gu Mufeng's voice choked with embarrassment. He could only manage to squeeze out two words:
"……how long?"

"About twenty minutes."

Still whispering in his ear, Welsh's tone couldn't be more anxious. Those present, some standing, some sitting, all cast shocked or doubtful glances at Gu Mufeng.

The vast conference room was deathly silent. Only Dai, standing nearby, could faintly hear Welsh's whispered words:

"The whole team held a meeting, and the transportation team just noticed it too."

"Where?" His voice trembled, as if it came from hell, and Gu Mufeng clenched his teeth.

"Jiangbin, yacht marina."

Without hesitation, Gu Mufeng abandoned the entire group and strode away. This was something completely unheard of and unthinkable during the meeting. The assembled cadres exchanged bewildered glances, the entire room frozen in shock.

The incident happened suddenly, and time flew by in an instant. But everyone saw clearly the ruthless killing intent in Gu Mufeng's eyes, a determination to destroy everything.

The first to recover was Dai, who hurriedly ran after them.

As if breaking the freeze of time, everyone finally snapped out of their shock. Welsh and an entire conference room full of executives, men and women, followed closely behind.

They walked hurriedly, but no one dared to ask a question.

They had just chased after them out of the conference room. The viewing wall of the Cloud Lounge, which tilts irregularly outwards and has always been a source of pride for the entire city of Minzhou, was now packed with guests.

The glass is as clear as crystal; just a window away, the Black Parrot River flows across Minzhou at your feet, its waters ceaselessly washing away the sands of time. Snowflakes dance in the sky, making the city dazzlingly bright.

Nothing could extinguish the raging flames along the riverbank.

"Boss! What's going on?"

Squeezing through the crowd, Lulu was at a loss. Tears streamed down her face. Ignoring her stumbling in her high heels, Lulu barely managed to catch up with Gu Mufeng's meteoric pace:
"I heard from the guests that it's by the river!"

Suddenly, Lulu tripped over the carpet: "Kusuri—!"

Gu Mufeng didn't turn his head.

In front of the elevator... he didn't even want to wait for the elevator.

My heartbeat has never been so still.

Twenty-eight floors; or more. He didn't know, and he felt nothing. He ran down without a word. His breath was like knives. He only knew one thing.

He simply couldn't believe it, and he wouldn't allow himself to believe it. But the more he resisted, the clearer the images became. The exploding car was cruelly etched into his vision, and the memories of her began to torment him like a bleeding wound.

Su Li's warmth and tenderness were felt inside his exploding car—

—He told her to drive there, worried that Su Li would be cold if it snowed.

And now she...

...He had to go there. To get to her. He had to...

He must.

Isolated and desolate, like standing coldly on a snow-covered, empty riverbank, with dark clouds and no moon; he plunges alone into the sobbing, icy river.

The narrow stairwell wound and twisted and turned, stretching endlessly. Behind him, the crowd surged like glaciers and ocean tides plunging down a precipice. Footsteps mingled chaotically, echoing loudly.

He can't hear.

Filled with worry and speculation, dozens of people jostled shoulder to shoulder. In the silence, the crowd surged forward, their footsteps and breaths mingling as they followed him into the hall, where he stood motionless. Then, the crowd froze, speechless.

Gu Mufeng stopped.

The lobby of the entire building was spacious and towering. Across the street, Su Li stood at the entrance.

To say she was standing might not be accurate. She was leaning almost entirely against the building's reception counter, and two security guards sternly stopped her. Her weight was on her right hand, which was turning white from the pressure.

Her breathing was uneven, as if she had only just arrived. The high ceilings and the grand marble floor made her appear even smaller.

Her makeup was always impeccable. But now, her black dress was torn and concealing a ten-centimeter-long gash on her right thigh, the skin peeling back from her knee. Thin streams of blood flowed, a messy, dripping trail from her path. Her high-heeled boots trampled the scarlet marks.

She had abrasions all over her body.

With her brows furrowed and her whole body trembling, Su Li couldn't help but shudder.

But, upon hearing the voice and looking up, a dazzling light flashed in Su Li's eyes the instant she saw Gu Mufeng. "Mufeng!" Su Li took a step towards him.

He strode forward and ran straight ahead, silently embracing her tightly.

"Ouch! My entire left side is crooked... I can't move it. Luckily, my period is only in these two days, and I always keep painkillers in my handbag..."

The groans were lingering on her, accompanied by her incessant panting. She cried out in pain repeatedly, her body limp as if boneless. Even her dusty face, the twigs, the weeds, and her disheveled hair all fell into Gu Mufeng's arms, sinking heavily in his embrace.

"I'm sorry, your car..." Su Li stammered, as if sinking into his shoulder, "...I totaled it. There will probably be a lot more tickets coming up..."

Her voice gradually softened and became gentler. If only I could be like her, only when she's being coquettish.

"We can buy another car."

His voice trembled.

Su Li would never know. Holding her tightly like this, Gu Mufeng was completely devoted, every drop of blood in his body, every taut nerve, was filled with boundless gratitude once again.

He felt his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes were slightly burning.

Behind Su Li, he wanted his tears to flow backward, his heart's blood to flow backward; he wanted to use all the impulse and madness that had been born from her during the long period of bewilderment and deathly silence to destroy the world!

They all quietly withdrew their attention.

He had lost too many people in the past. So many that he himself thought he was numb, that he could deal with it ruthlessly and without feeling. But these losses were actually tormenting him repeatedly in his heart, causing him endless suffering.

In that nightmare that descended upon, enveloped, and imprisoned him night after night, the dark green corridor and the endless sea of ​​fire were irreversible.

But he really didn't want to add another car that exploded on fire.

Furthermore, when he learned the news from Welsh, that instant filled his mind with a complete blank, filled only with dense noise.

Regardless of everything, even ignoring Su Li's pain for this moment, Gu Mufeng tightly embraced everyone in his arms, listening to her panting breaths as she returned to her resting place on his shoulder. He knew he hadn't misjudged:

Su Li was the only one who came back to his side.

Despite being covered in wounds.

But she was there. She was there. She was there. It was like a perfect miracle. He longed for her—but now was not the time.

Rou Ran bent down. Although he still couldn't control his whole body trembling, Gu Mufei carefully and gently picked up Su Li, afraid of hurting her again.

Su Li had been barely holding on for too long. As she slowly relaxed, the hand that had been pressed against his chest gradually went limp. At that moment, she felt dizzy.

"Mu Fei..." In her arms, Su Li's lips trembled, only uttering his name silently: "You're trembling..."

“Welsh.” His voice was steady, cold as ice.

Behind Gu Mufei, a crowd gathered at the exit of the stairwell, with the Fri-Night cadres clustered together, quietly spread out like a screen.

Upon hearing his name called, Welsh stepped forward: "Boss, the hospital just notified us that you'd like to use the team's car temporarily. Stay on standby."

“Dai Ze,” Gu Mufeng continued.

Upon hearing the summons, Dai Ze stepped forward steadily: "Mu Fei, don't worry. Leave the closing of the meeting to me. The police and Tianxing will immediately send people to keep a close watch. Report any movement immediately!"

"Okay. Very good."

Holding the half-conscious Su Li in his arms, Gu Mufeng strode forward. Confident and composed, his eyes flashed with an unprecedented, chilling sharpness.
"Tang Quan, you've messed with the wrong person."

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Next Chapter: The Reverse Scale
[Author's Note | Chapter 91]

Lost and then found.

No one saw Gu Mufeng's tears.

>>>>>A lighthearted dividing line>>>>>
Widowry literature is certainly enjoyable to read. But how could the young author bear to see Miss Su Li suffer like that? Even for the sake of reading widower literature, it's unacceptable.

Moreover, Su Li is truly the only light in Gu Mufeng's heart. Even a biological mother can't be too cruel to the male lead. Otherwise, the book wouldn't pass censorship... leaving only a bloodbath.

But how exactly did Su Li manage to escape?

What will happen to Gu Mufeng's decision to withdraw, and his feelings towards Tang Quan...?
The gentle world that Su Li longs for...

>>>>>The author's dividing line>>>>>
The author suffered a devastating blow yesterday (crying) and was directly criticized for writing terribly, which almost caused him to give up and not finish writing these two chapters today (still crying).

Let's comfort the young author in the comments section.

If you like this book, please let the little author know (sobs), okay? Please recommend it to your friends and family (I'm really crying), so the little author doesn't feel bad and can't sleep at night (sobs).