Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

"Mr. Mo..."

One of his men rushed into Charlie's private meeting room, sweating and panicking. Before he could finish his words, he was nailed to the spot by Charlie's eyes.

"You're in such a panic! What's wrong? Is the person dead? That's impossible! The drug doesn't work that quickly." Charlie sat behind a large desk, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, his tone filled with unquestionable confidence.

The subordinate swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "No, it was. He took advantage of our inattention, stole a brother's gun, shot the driver dead, and drove away."

"What? Damn it!" Charlie slammed the table, stood up, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Let's go, chase him! If he runs away, you all bring your heads to me!"

Thus, a thrilling chase began in the night.

A black sedan was speeding on the road like a wild horse, followed closely by dozens of vehicles of various types, with lights flashing and engines roaring, like a real-life version of Fast and Furious.

Mo Jinghan gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car body almost flew up.

He knew that this was not a solution. The poison in his body had not yet been cured. If he continued like this, he would die from the poison even if he was not caught by them.

He scanned the scene outside the car window, and suddenly, the rough sea outside the guardrail came into view.

Mo Jinghan's heart was set, and a look of determination flashed across his eyes. He suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car rushed towards the guardrail like a wild animal out of control.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the guardrail was smashed into pieces, the car drew an arc in the air, and then crashed heavily into the sea.

The waves instantly swallowed up the car body, leaving only ripples spreading on the sea.

When Charlie and his men rushed to the beach, they only saw this scene and an expression of disbelief appeared on their faces.

Mo Jinghan, the man that made them fear and hate, just disappeared into the sea like that?

"He...he really dares?" one of the men murmured to himself, as if he couldn't believe the fact before him.

Charlie was silent for a moment, then he said coldly: "If he's alive, I want him. If he's dead, I want his body. Find him for me, even if I have to turn the whole sea upside down!"

Thus, a large-scale manhunt operation was quietly launched under the cover of night.

Charlie's men mobilized all available resources, from the maritime search and rescue team to private detectives and even hackers, trying to find Mo Jinghan's trace in this vast sea.

However, as time went by, they found nothing except a few pieces of broken car wreckage.

Mo Jinghan was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, disappearing without a trace.

Charlie sat at the window of his office, gazing at the distant sea, feeling mixed emotions.

He hoped that Mo Jinghan had been buried at the bottom of the sea, and there would be no more trouble for him; but he also felt a little unwilling, after all, that man had been his best friend and the person he knew best.

"Did he really die like this?" Charlie muttered to himself, tapping lightly on the window frame with his fingers.

Just then, a subordinate hurried in with a report in his hand.

“Mr. Charlie, we found this.” He handed over a document with a blurry photo on it. Although the face of the person in the photo could not be seen clearly, his figure and clothes were very similar to Mo Jinghan.

"Where is this?" Charlie's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"It was in a small fishing village that someone took this photo. It is said that a badly damaged car was towed into the village repair shop that night." The subordinate explained.

Charlie's mouth curled up into a sneer, "Okay, very good, he finally showed up. This time, I'm going to deal with him myself."

Charlie drove to the small fishing village with a team of elite men.

They rushed along the way at lightning speed, all with a strong desire in their hearts, vowing to bring Mo Jinghan to justice.

However, when they arrived at the small fishing village, they found that it was deserted and the repair shop had long been closed. Only some scattered clues and word of mouth from the villagers were left, saying that a mysterious man had stayed here for a while and then left in a hurry.

"He ran away again?" Charlie was furious and punched the wall next to him.

The men looked at each other, not daring to speak. They knew that Mo Jinghan's escape this time meant that their pursuit would fall into endless difficulties again.

Charlie had already imagined that Mo Jinghan was hiding in a secret place, healing his wounds in silence, and was secretly happy in his heart, knowing that he had temporarily escaped his pursuit.

"Mo Jingshen, this matter is far from over. I will not stop until I find you."

If Mo Jingshen were alive now, he would have to find a way to detoxify as soon as possible and restore his strength before he could take revenge.

"Sir, maybe he is not Mo Jinghan. Although the person in the photo has a similar figure, his face is blurry and his identity cannot be confirmed unless we see him in person."

One of his men hurried into Charlie's office, holding the photo that had been keeping them tracked, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

Charlie frowned when he heard this, and took the photo and looked at it carefully.

Indeed, as his men said, although the person in the photo was wearing clothes similar to those Mo Jinghan wore when he escaped, his facial features were very blurry and unrecognizable due to the shooting angle and lighting.

"Keep investigating. No matter what, I want to know his whereabouts. If he is not Mo Jinghan, then I have to find out who this person is and why he appeared there at that time."

Charlie's voice was cold and firm, and he would never allow anything possible to escape his eyes.

The men took the order and continued to engage in the endless pursuit.

Charlie sat at his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface, his mind full of thoughts.

He was vaguely worried. If Mo Jinghan was still alive, and he knew this man's character, his desire for revenge would burn even more fiercely.

Charlie issued a wanted poster on the black web, offering a bounty for Mo Jinghan. The amount of the bounty was so high that it shocked the entire underground world. A few days later, a fisherman with simple clothes and an honest face found Charlie.

"Are you telling the truth?" Charlie looked at the fisherman in front of him, his eyes revealing a subtle excitement. He knew very well that if what the fisherman said was true, then the news of Mo Jinghan's death would be the best news he had heard in recent years.

The fisherman nodded, with a hint of panic in his tone: "Really, sir. We met him when we were fishing at sea. He was still a little bit alive at the time. We rescued him, but he died two days later, vomiting black blood, as if he was poisoned."

The men went to the fishing village to verify the situation and found Mo Jinghan's ID card on him. After confirming that it was him, they called Charlie to report the situation.

Charlie was overjoyed when he heard this. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief. This opponent who had given him a headache for a long time finally couldn't escape the teasing of fate.

"Well, you did a good job." Charlie took out a thick stack of bills from the drawer and handed it to the fisherman, "This is your reward. Remember, you can dispose of the body as you like."

The fisherman took the money and left with many thanks.

Charlie sat at his desk and began planning how to celebrate this "good news".

Imperial Capital Fu Family

The Fu family villa, as a force that cannot be ignored in the imperial capital, stands tall and majestic, with green pines and cypresses on both sides of the bluestone paved road, making it look particularly solemn.

Fu Yanchen stood in front of the study window, staring at the sky outside the window that was dyed red by the setting sun, his brows furrowed, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, just like the dusk gradually spreading outside the window.

He was worried about Xu Xiaoxiao's comfort, so he turned around and said to Lin Nuo who was standing behind him, "Lin Nuo, I'm still worried. You have to find a way to arrange a skilled person around Xiaoxiao to protect her secretly."

Lin Nuo frowned when he heard this. After thinking for a moment, he asked tentatively, "How is Mu Tingting? She is agile and smart."

Fu Yanchen shook his head and rejected the proposal: "No, Xiaoxiao knows Mu Tingting. Once we arrange for her to go there, it will inevitably arouse Xiaoxiao's vigilance. What we need is someone else, preferably a woman, who can quietly get into Xiaoxiao's inner circle, and it would be best if she could work in her store and guard her in secret."

After hearing this, Lin Nuo couldn't help but smile bitterly, muttering to himself: "It's like being an underground party." But he knew that Fu Yanchen's worries were not unnecessary. Everyone in the circle knew that Xu Xiaoxiao was the favorite of their boss, and her safety could not be compromised.

He nodded and solemnly agreed: "I understand. I will find a suitable candidate as soon as possible to ensure the safety of my wife."

After hearing this, Fu Yanchen's expression eased a little, but the worry in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

He sighed softly and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that all this was just his unfounded worries and that Xiaoxiao would be safe and sound.

Outside the window, night has quietly fallen, and the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital has gradually subsided, leaving only tranquility and the unknown.

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