Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1109 - 1113: She Must Be Severely Punished

Considering this, Beitang Yao's brow furrowed slightly. That incorrigible, foolish woman, she truly had no self-preservation instincts, forcing him to arrange her return to China. Has she boarded the plane already? Has she not once considered giving him a call? Does she not realize he would be concerned about her?

That utterly foolish woman! He was just lamenting inwardly when his temples began to throb ominously. A sharp, piercing sensation washed over him, and he vaguely perceived a sense of unease, as if impending danger loomed. Even while poring over documents, his mind was elsewhere, a persistent wave of disquiet disturbing his work. Approximately thirty minutes elapsed, and the feeling not only persisted but intensified! Abruptly, a slender, delicate image flickered before his eyes, causing the pen in his grasp to falter and descend to the desk, leaving a wide smear of ink.

Within the expanding dark stain, he erroneously perceived a vast expanse of crimson blood. It was an ominous sign!

At this juncture, the telephone on his desk chirped. He paused before answering, "Ye Feng, what is it?" He was not one to readily confide his emotions in others.

The voice on the other end stammered for a considerable duration before responding in a subdued tone, and Beitang Yao even detected a tremor of distress, "...Young Master..."

Beitang Yao's heart grew even more unsettled. Ye Feng's hesitant manner caused his frown to deepen, "If there is something, state it swiftly."

"Young Master, the aircraft that Miss Xia boarded experienced an unforeseen incident during its flight..." Ye Feng emitted a sigh, his fingers tightening around the phone.

Beitang Yao's grip on the phone became vice-like. He inquired doubtfully, "Ye Feng, what did you just say?"

Ye Feng, too, started to feel apprehensive, cautiously relaying the news to his Young Master, given the tumultuous state of the Young Master's emotions! His voice was strained, "Young Master, I've just seen the breaking news. The plane bound for City A in China met with an accident approximately twenty minutes after departure. Rescue efforts are in progress, and the casualty report is expected shortly..."

Beitang Yao stood motionless, his heart seemingly ceasing its very beat! Clutching his mobile phone in a daze, he sank back into the large leather chair, his eyes reflecting stark terror, his countenance rigid!

What news had he just received? Hearing Ye Feng's account felt as though his entire world had detonated like a volatile device!

He navigated to his email and initiated playback of the video Ye Feng had forwarded. It depicted the aftermath of an aviation catastrophe that transpired only half an hour prior. Reporters were documenting the scene; the aircraft's nose was deeply embedded in the earth, its fuselage nearly pulverized, and rescue personnel were continuously extracting individuals from the wreckage.

The entire environment at the crash site was charged with tension, punctuated by anguished cries, as the families of victims arrived to identify the deceased, while survivors were being transported to ambulances.

Beitang Yao's gaze remained fixed on the computer display, absorbing every detail of the rescue operation. Towards the conclusion, the list of casualties was read aloud, noting several unidentified bodies. The name of the missing individual on that roster, presented in Chinese pinyin, seared itself into his vision: XiaQingqian.