For a moment, Huo Xiaohua and the Tang couple all crowded around, eager to see what was inside the box.
*Whoosh—*
Zhao Qiyuan yanked the box open. Because he opened it at an angle, as the lid lifted, something bloody tumbled out.
"Ah… it's a hand, a hand!"
Upon clearly seeing what had fallen to the floor, Nie Qing shrieked in terror, throwing herself into Tang Boren's arms, trembling uncontrollably.
Huo Xiaohua, Zhao Qiyuan, and Tang Boren stared at the left hand on the ground, and the ring on its ring finger, their mouths agape and eyes wide with fury.
*Clang—!!*
The iron box in Zhao Qiyuan's hand slipped, falling to the ground with a crisp sound that echoed through the living room, deafeningly loud.
Seeing this, Tang Boren instinctively shuffled back a few steps and quickly explained, "This… this isn't Wuyan's. Tang Si must have done it deliberately to scare you."
Despite saying so, Tang Boren himself didn't believe it.
"It's Wuyan's." Huo Xiaohua looked at the bloody palm. Severed, the skin of the palm had turned a pale white, making the crimson blood even more striking.
He pointed to the hand on the ground, "Wuyan had an injury near the base of her thumb, leaving a scar. This… this is her."
Perhaps even Huo Xiaohua didn't realize his own voice was trembling.
Zhao Qiyuan stumbled violently. If Huo Xiaohua hadn't quickly steadied him, he would have fallen. His eyes reddened at a visible rate. "What evil have I done, what evil have I done!"
He roared and bellowed, his emotions unrestrained, like a bereaved beast mourning its lost mate, his entire being radiating murderous intent.
Sensing his emotional turmoil, Tang Boren patted Nie Qing in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Quick, go upstairs, hurry!"
At this moment, Zhao Qiyuan was practically maddened. If they didn't leave now, they might suffer along with him.
Nie Qing was terrified, her well-maintained face ashen. Having lost her wits, she had lost any semblance of a lady's grace.
Panic-stricken, she glanced at Zhao Qiyuan, then numbly clutched her nightgown and scurried upstairs.
*Bang—!*
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the living room.
Zhao Qiyuan fired his handgun upwards. The shot, hitting its mark perfectly, struck the ceiling chandelier. The Swarovski crystal chandelier, a full two meters wide, swayed before plummeting down.
"Be careful!"
The three stood directly beneath the crystal lamp, oblivious to its precarious state. However, Nie Qing, standing on the stairs, witnessed everything.
With her shout, the massive crystal chandelier crashed down, striking Zhao Qiyuan.
"Dad!"
Huo Xiaohua never anticipated such an event. He rushed over to drag away the crystal chandelier. Perhaps it was too heavy; he struggled for a long time without moving it. Tang Boren immediately stepped forward to help.
Ultimately, Huo Xiaohua carried the unconscious Zhao Qiyuan away.
The Tang residence returned to silence, but the hearts of the Tang couple could no longer find peace.
Zhao Qiyuan was rushed to the hospital. The crystal lamp had injured his neck, forcing him to wear a brace. His left arm also suffered a minor fracture and he had a concussion.
That night, businesses under the Tang and Huo families encountered various problems in succession, and their phones were practically ringing off the hook.
The project with Tang Si had been handed over to a domestic real estate developer, but ultimately, the developer absconded with nearly a hundred billion yuan in project funds.
Furthermore, an accident occurred at a factory in another province, and the situation escalated.
Huo Xiaohua had originally gone to the other province to handle the factory accident yesterday, but then received a call saying Zhao Wuyan was missing. He initially dismissed it as a minor matter and insisted on going to the other province.