My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

After half an hour.

The night is like a thick black curtain, pressing heavily over the city, covering up the prosperity and noise.

Huo Yan's hurried footsteps came to an abrupt stop in front of Qiao Qin's studio. This was the first time he had ever stepped into this place.

In the past, he could only gaze from afar from downstairs with a complicated and tangled mood, and those unspoken emotions flowed like undercurrents deep in his heart.

However, at this moment, time was running out, and he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding environment, let alone look at the scenery and objects in the studio.

His face was tense, his expression was so solemn that it seemed like water could drip from it, his deep eyes were burning with anxious flames, and he asked in a low and anxious voice: "I didn't hear it clearly on the phone, can you tell me again about Xiao Ran's matter, what exactly happened?"

Qiao Qin's face was as pale as paper. Her originally rosy lips had lost their color. Her brows were furrowed, as if two deep grooves were carved on her forehead.

Her eyes were full of worry and fear, as if shrouded in a thick haze. She repeated what had happened in a trembling voice.

"It's already so late and there's still no news. Could something have happened to Xiao Ran?"

Qiao Qin's hands twisted together unconsciously, and the slender finger joints turned pale due to excessive force, as if the fragile white jade was about to break.

Then Huo Yan raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder. The hand was broad and strong, with a firm soothing force. He comforted her softly, "It will be fine, don't worry, just leave it to me."

Qiao Qin was slightly stunned, like a person lost in the darkness who suddenly grasped a glimmer of hope.

She slowly raised her head, and her eyes instantly met Huo Yan's bottomless eyes. In those eyes, as deep as a deep pool, there seemed to be endless strength and determination, like a towering mountain, which made people feel extremely safe and trusting.

This glance instantly dissipated some of the uneasiness that was surging in her heart.

Huo Yan hesitated for a moment, his eyes firm and decisive, as if he had already planned every step in his mind: "Let's go to Wuxia Wharf first and meet up with Bo Zhili to see if there are any clues there."

His voice was steady and powerful, like a stabilizing force, firmly rooted in this atmosphere of chaos and anxiety.

Qiao Qin nodded heavily without hesitation.

The night grew darker and darker, like thick ink, wantonly coloring the entire world.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light sprinkled on the earth, and the stars in the sky were twinkling, like countless dazzling diamonds inlaid on the black sky.

A black Maybach was speeding on the empty road. The roar of its engine was like the roar of an angry beast, breaking the tranquility of the night.

At this time, there were few vehicles on the road, and the spacious road provided Huo Yan with excellent conditions for acceleration.

Since this matter concerns his own sister, Huo Yan's heart felt like it was burning in fire, and he was almost burning with anxiety.

He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car sped forward like an arrow from a bow. The journey that originally took an hour was compressed into more than half an hour.

As soon as the two got off the car, they saw Bo Zhili running around in panic in front of them like a headless fly.

His hair was disheveled, like grass ravaged by a strong wind, and his clothes were wrinkled and full of wrinkles, as if he had been through a fierce battle. His face was full of anxiety and fatigue, and the deep wrinkles and dull eyes seemed to tell of his inner torment.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qiao Qin's eyes, and she hurriedly raised her voice and shouted, "How is it? Any news about Xiao Ran?"

Her voice echoed on the empty dock, with a hint of urgency and expectation, as if a drowning person was desperately grasping at the last straw.

Hearing the sound, Bo Zhili turned around quickly, his movements hurried and flustered.

His brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "川" character, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which looked like crystal pearls under the moonlight.

Bo Zhili's eyes were still solemn, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "No, I asked several passers-by, and they all said they had never seen Xiao Ran."

His voice was full of helplessness and frustration, as if the last glimmer of hope had been ruthlessly extinguished.

Huo Yan frowned tightly, and the wrinkles between his brows seemed like deep ravines, showing his inner anxiety and contemplation.

After a brief thought, he quickly made a decision: "This place is too big, let's search separately."

As he spoke, he quickly took out his cell phone, made a few calls, and asked a few people to come over to help search.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second was like a sharp dagger, mercilessly piercing everyone's heart.

The air was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety and tension, like invisible shackles that tightly bound everyone's breathing.

Apart from Huo Yan, Qiao Qin and Bo Zhili, no one else could be seen at Wuxia Wharf.

Lin Xingran seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace, not even the slightest information.

"How could this happen?" The uneasiness in Bo Zhili's heart was like a flood that broke through the dam, becoming more and more turbulent.

His hands were trembling slightly, his fingers were clenched into fists, the joints turned white due to excessive force, and various terrible images kept appearing in his mind, each of which made him feel horrified.

"Xiao Ran, where are you?"

Bo Zhili murmured softly, his voice filled with sadness and despair.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with pain and helplessness. His lover was missing, and she was pregnant with their unborn baby. They had been looking forward to this baby, and had imagined countless happy scenes in their minds after the baby was born.

After going through so many breakups and reunions, they finally got together, but at this critical moment, they encountered such a huge change.

He looked up at the sky, his heart filled with anger and confusion: "How did I offend God? Why is God doing this to me?"

Bo Zhili's eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were soaked with sweat. His originally straight and neat shirt became wrinkled and lost its former charm.

He looked so miserable, and he no longer looked like a rich and noble man. He searched everywhere for Lin Xingran like crazy, not leaving any corner untouched. However, all his efforts were in vain, and he found nothing.

At this moment, Qiao Qin inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing through the bushes.

The dark shadow was like a ghost, instantly attracting all her attention.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her intuition as a woman told her that this shadow might be hiding important information related to Xiaoran's disappearance.

Without hesitation, she strode towards the shadow, taking every step carefully and holding her breath subconsciously, as if she was afraid that her breathing would disturb the mysterious existence in the dark.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people at critical moments. She accidentally stepped on a branch on the ground, making a crisp "squeak" sound.