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It wasn't about taking on a job; our goal was that thing. Your husband’s situation was just a side matter, and we still didn’t know if he was alive. Miss Zhang, it’s better not to hold too much hope. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Miss Zhang, please don’t mind my bluntness. After all, you are carrying twins now, and emotional fluctuations are not good for either you or the babies.
Hearing Sang Qingxiao's words, Zhang Linglong felt a pang in her heart but had to admit that there was some truth to what she said. With a bitter smile, she replied, "I’ll try my best." They say a mother becomes strong for her children; they are what matters most.
Zhang Linglong nodded in frustration. "Could you please recall the events of that day in detail?"
Zhang Linglong's expression began to twist in pain as her memories slowly returned to that moment. It was easy to remember because she had to relive it countless times every day.
That day, her husband insisted on accompanying her back home. Both she and her mother-in-law firmly refused him. He was unhappy but couldn’t persuade them, so he stormed off in anger. Her mother-in-law even joked about how well they got along.
Indeed, she never expected to marry such a wonderful husband. They had only met twice before their wedding; after their first meeting, he had urged his parents to propose as soon as possible.
He had a good reputation, while she was merely a merchant; this marriage was quite an elevation for her. Yet his parents, like him, never looked down on her at all. The betrothal gifts they sent were among the finest in Meizhou City, giving them great face and treating them with utmost respect.
Her father initially wanted her to stay for a few more years but eventually agreed due to the Chen family's sincerity.
In the days following her marriage, she lived blissfully; her husband doted on her, and her in-laws cherished her. But it all changed within just a few days.
After her husband ran off in anger that day, she searched for him everywhere but couldn’t find him. As time passed and the hour approached, her mother-in-law urged her to get into the carriage. After traveling for a while, she suddenly heard knocking from inside the trunk.
To her surprise, her husband was hiding inside! When she opened the trunk, he smiled foolishly at her. At that moment, she felt both touched and angry and cried out in frustration all the way.
When her father saw him, he was shocked; they had clearly agreed that he wouldn’t show up during this visit.
On such a joyous occasion, her father couldn’t scold them too harshly but was still worried about potential trouble. He quickly instructed Zhang Butler to hire several skilled fighters from the city and hurriedly sent them off after they had just shared a meal together.
The caravan leaving the city was more than double the size of when they entered; many hidden figures lurked in the shadows. They thought they were completely safe.
However, halfway through their journey, just before sunset when there was still light on the horizon, darkness suddenly enveloped them. She sensed something ominous and hoped those skilled fighters would come through for them. She tied their wrists together tightly with a long piece of cloth, thinking that if anything happened to her husband because of her, she wouldn’t want to live alone either; she would accompany him to face that thing together.
The wind outside grew louder and gradually drowned out any sounds of fighting. She didn’t dare lift the curtain to look outside; instead, she held onto her husband tightly, suppressing any sound from escaping her lips.
At the moment when the sedan door blew open, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She kept pleading aloud for mercy from whatever it was outside—hoping it would spare them both. It could take anything it wanted; even her life would be acceptable if only it would let her husband go free.
The entity responded with a woman’s voice that laughed incessantly before saying, “Silly girl, it’s not worth it. Men are not trustworthy; they’re good at pretending. Once they’ve won you over, they won’t care about you anymore. I’m helping you.”
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