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After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ting turned around and looked at Li Daowen, who was still tidying up. She didn't want Daowen to go abroad in search of Zhou Feng. Firstly, there was no guarantee of personal safety in a war-torn country, and secondly, if things truly escalated, with Daowen's temperament, she didn't know what he might do.
Zhou Ting considered the best course of action: she and Zhou Zishuo would go to the area and meet Zhou Feng. Regardless of the outcome, the two siblings could always come up with a reasonable way to handle it. At this moment, she felt calm; while it was important to advise others, it was equally crucial not to speak recklessly.
In fact, Zhou Ting wasn't entirely sure whether Zhou Feng was married or had children. If it were three years ago, she would have trusted Zhou Feng unconditionally like Zhou Zishuo did. But now that she had grown up, she understood that the dynamics between men and women were often not as romantic as they seemed. Those grand declarations of love were often just cinematic fantasies; reality could be quite harsh.
However, Zhou Ting believed that Zhou Feng must have his reasons. He was not the kind of person who would easily betray someone; he likely bore an unavoidable burden that led him to make choices that hurt those he cared about.
Daowen walked in front of Zhou Ting and asked what Tong Le had said to her. Zhou Ting answered truthfully. Daowen was initially surprised but then accepted it as expected. Over the years, whenever she found herself in trouble, it was always Tong Le who came to her aid. Compared to those unreliable men outside, her good friend was much more dependable.
A bitter smile crossed Daowen's face as she thought about how love could never compare to true friendship. Zhou Ting felt a bit guilty and tried to make amends. "Sister, Zishuo and I are booking tickets for tomorrow; we’ll go with you. If my brother really has another family out there, then we don’t need him anymore. We only recognize you as our sister."
Zhou Zishuo shot Zhou Ting a warning glance; such impulsive words were pushing them into dangerous territory.
Daowen paid no mind to this and squatted next to Li Xiang, saying, "You and Zishuo can do as you wish. I'm going to find him just to give myself some closure. You two are his family; it's reasonable for you to meet him too. Just don’t stay too long; don’t let it interfere with work back home."
Zhou Ting was about to speak when Zhou Zishuo quickly gestured for her to be quiet. He nervously squatted beside Daowen and said, "Sister, I’m just saying—of course, the possibility is very low—but my brother couldn’t possibly have another family."
Once he finished speaking, Daowen found Zhou Zishuo's rambling tedious; she knew what he was thinking as soon as he shifted his posture.
Daowen interrupted him, "If your brother really did betray me, are you asking if I would still live with you?"
Daowen answered straightforwardly, "Yes, he is him, I am me, and you are you."
She sighed quietly while looking at Li Xiang. To be honest, in previous years, she had been trapped in a misconception: believing that once she had committed to Zhou Feng as a man whose place in her heart was unshakeable. Shaking her head bitterly, she realized now that anyone could live without anyone else; perhaps they could even live better and more freely without the burden of love. Thus, much of the pressure and worry people faced were often self-inflicted.
The sunlight poured into the living room, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Zhou Zishuo seemed unable to comprehend Daowen's words; he felt helpless and once again glanced at Zhou Ting in hopes that she might say something useful.
But Zhou Ting had no intention of speaking further; perhaps because as a woman herself, she understood the heartache and helplessness involved. For those who had experienced true love and delicate emotions, facing the truth required far more courage than confessing feelings in the first place.
That night in a remote suburb at a warehouse.
Hou Yi parked his car at the entrance of the warehouse, followed by two black business vehicles behind him.
Sun Hu hurriedly got out of the car, eagerly opened the door for Hou Yi with a bow before dashing toward the warehouse entrance and shouting at the bodyguards inside, "Open up! The boss is here!"
The iron gate creaked open slowly.
Beside Sun Huhou Yi, Xiang Dai said, "Boss, I've taken care of everything for you! That whole family of the At-Fault Driver is right here, just as you wanted!"
Hou Yi led a group of his underlings into the warehouse. As the lights flickered on, five figures were revealed in the corner: the At-Fault Driver himself, Old Zhao, his old partner, along with his son, daughter-in-law, and a fat grandson.
All five were blindfolded with black thick cloth, their feet shackled with chains and their hands bound with iron cuffs.
Sun Hu pulled up a chair and placed it behind Hou Yi. Hou Yi sat facing the five captives, looking at the At-Fault Driver and Old Zhao, who were slumped on the ground, barely conscious.
Sun Hu explained from behind him, "Boss, he won't last long. Brain hemorrhage. How about you interrogate him quickly? Then I can just toss him into a stinking ditch and let him fend for himself?"
Hou Yi remained silent. In truth, there wasn't much to ask; he already knew that the mastermind behind everything was Zong Caishan. This family had lost any value they might have had for him.
He had no intention of seeking police assistance to resolve this matter. He understood that an investigation by the police would ultimately lead to the disposal of the At-Fault Driver and an attempt to track down Zong Caishan, who might not even be convicted.
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