After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Butler Zhao's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Wen Zhihe's ears.

Her body shook, and the phone in her hand slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a dull sound.

Wen Zhihe felt that she must have heard it wrong. Her voice was trembling. "Butler Zhao, what did you just say?"

Butler Zhao was heartbroken. He wiped his tears with his hand and said, "Madam, the young master, the young master, he, he had an accident. The young master's plane crashed around 4 o'clock this afternoon due to weather reasons. Now the relevant departments are doing their best to search and rescue."

When Wen Zhihe heard this sudden bad news, his whole body went limp and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wen Zhihe felt as if an extremely sharp knife was cutting through her heart.

Mrs. Meng came out of the kitchen and trembled when she heard the bad news. Sorrow surged in her heart. When she saw Wen Zhihe, she hurried forward to support her, "Young Madam."

Butler Zhao's eyes were red as he hurried over, squatting on Wen Zhihe's left and supporting her, "Young Madam."

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. "You must be lying to me, right? Butler Zhao, you must be lying to me. It must be like this. Nothing can happen to him. Nothing can happen to him."

Wen Zhihe sat woodenly on the cold marble floor, tears silently rolling down her pale face.

"Yes, I'll call him and he will definitely answer!"

Wen Zhihe lay on the ground, anxiously looking for her cell phone. She picked up the phone with trembling fingers and quickly dialed Fu Yuheng.

The call didn’t go through, so she called again, but still couldn’t get through.

Wen Zhihe's tears fell from the corners of her eyes, "Impossible, impossible, he must be fine..."

She made many calls in a row, and the answer she got was the same.

Wen Zhihe's eyes were dead silent. She couldn't believe it. She grabbed Butler Zhao's arm, shook her head and cried, "Impossible, impossible, it must be fake. Ah Heng won't, nothing will happen to him!"

Butler Zhao knew that it would be difficult for the young lady to accept this fact.

It was also hard for him to accept it, because he had watched the young master grow up since he was a child. Although the young master was usually cold and unkind, the young master never treated him as a servant and respected him very much.

Whenever he has any difficulties, the young master will do his best to help him.

The young master is a man who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Butler Zhao remembers all the kindness the young master has shown him.

Now that he heard such bad news, Butler Zhao felt very uncomfortable.

Mrs. Meng was also extremely sad. She had never expected such a thing to happen.

She has worked in this manor for many years, and the old lady and the young master are very kind to her.

The young master appears to be cold and ruthless on the surface, but he is actually very kind-hearted and has a strong sense of justice.

Even though the young master is allergic to cat hair, he will adopt those poor homeless stray cats and give them a safe and warm home.

The young master lost both his parents when he was young, which was already pitiful. Now he has suffered such a thing at such a young age. Mrs. Meng is extremely sad.

She also hoped it was fake.

At this moment, the crisp sound of a glass breaking suddenly rang out.

When Mrs. Meng heard the voice, she looked in the direction of the voice.

The old lady stood at the bedroom door, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell.

Seeing this, Mrs. Meng ran over and supported the old lady in time, "Old Madam."

The old lady was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, so she opened the bedroom door and heard their conversation.

The old lady's hands and feet were shaking, and she lost her grip on the empty cup and it fell to the ground.

"Butler Zhao, are you telling the truth?"

"Madam, the news has reported that the plane the young master was on did crash."

When the old lady heard this, her eyes went dark and she fainted into Mrs. Meng's arms.

Wen Zhihe saw this and quickly stood up from the ground, ran to grandma's side, and supported her. There were traces of tears on her pale face, "Grandma, grandma."

Wen Zhihe shook the old lady's arm and called out twice in panic, but the old lady closed her eyes and still did not respond.

Wen Zhihe said to Butler Zhao anxiously, "Quick, get the doctor over here!"

Butler Zhao ran to the table next to the sofa in the living room and quickly made a phone call.

Not for a while.

After Gao Kangwen learned about the situation, he rushed to the Fu family manor with a medical box.

In the bedroom on the first floor, the old lady was lying unconscious on the bed. Doctor Gao examined her carefully.

After the examination, Dr. Gao stood up and looked at Wen Zhihe, who was standing beside the bed with a worried look on her face. "Grandma is suffering from a heart attack due to anxiety. Take some medicine and rest for a while and she will wake up."

As soon as Dr. Gao finished explaining the old lady's condition, Wen Zhihe's vision became blurred and she fainted.

Mrs. Meng, who was standing behind Wen Zhihe, caught her in time with quick eyes and hands, "Young Madam!"

Doctor Gao said worriedly, "Sister-in-law Jiu!"

Butler Zhao, who was standing nearby, also hurried forward to support him.

When Wen Zhihe woke up, there were many people standing beside her bed.

There were Gao Kangwen, Gu Ting'an, Mrs. Meng, Butler Zhao, Grandma, whom she knew, and Shen Huaixu, whom she didn't know.

They all stood beside her, looking at her with worry.

"Child, you're awake." Grandma sat beside the bed with red eyes, holding her hand.

Wen Zhihe looked at them, each with red eyes from crying.

When Gu Tingan, Shen Huaixu and Gao Kangwen learned the news that the plane that Ninth Brother was on had crashed, they collapsed instantly.

The three of them and Fu Yuheng have been childhood friends. They grew up together, worked hard together, supported each other, and worked together for many years. The relationship between them is more like that of brothers than that of real brothers.

Several boys couldn't bear the grief in their hearts. They cried inconsolably with red eyes and couldn't believe that this was true.

Gao Kangwen stood by the bed and wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Don't worry, Sister Jiu. I believe Brother Jiu will be fine!"

Gu Ting'an's throat was choked, but he held it back and said, "Yes, Brother Jiu is a lucky person, and everything will be fine!"

Shen Huaixu felt pain in his heart and was about to cry, "Grandma, Sister-in-law, I believe in Brother Jiu. He will never leave us. He must be fine!"

Mrs. Meng and Butler Zhao's eyes were moist and they said in unison, "Yes, yes, the young master must be fine!"

They all didn't want to believe that this was true, but the news reported was true. They hoped that God would protect their ninth brother and keep him safe. The three of them were willing to sacrifice their own lives in exchange for their ninth brother's safety.

Everyone in the Fu family manor was crying and worried.

Fu Yuheng's assistant Xu Qing'an was also heartbroken and cried like a child.

I just hope this isn't true and that his CEO is okay.

In the past few days, personnel from relevant departments have been trying their best to search and rescue.

Wen Zhihe pretended to be calm. She was determined that he would be fine. She waited for him at the gate of the Fu family every day.

That way, when he comes back, she can see him the first time.

Wen Zhihe's mind kept recalling every little detail of her time with him. Her heart was filled with him. She felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and tears could not stop streaming down her cheeks.

Only then did Wen Zhihe truly realize that Fu Yuheng had been deeply buried in her heart.