CHAPTER 419: CHAPTER 417: AUNT ZHANG IS MISSING

"Doesn’t he have many grievances against me? How could your people let him leave so dissatisfied? We should avoid creating discord. Let him stay so Yan Qing and Shang Fu can take good care of him. Speak up if he wants anything, and if it can be granted, why not give it to him?"

Such a commanding statement, as always, is irresistibly powerful. Xinxin felt relieved, curled her lips playfully, and rolled her eyes at him, "Director Si, you’re being difficult! He was the one at fault, and he was also disrespectful. People like him should not be kept around; it’s better to let him leave soon so our relationship remains unaffected."

The bald man causing trouble was her idea.

Zhang Ma was lost, and she had to be found and silenced.

The incident of Housekeeper Qi going crazy absolutely must not be traced back to her.

Si Yuhuan values loyalty and righteousness; she wouldn’t dare cross that line.

Yan Qing glanced at Si Yuhuan and immediately instructed the bodyguards under him, "Didn’t you hear what Director Si said? Escort the person properly to the side hall. He is a great benefactor of the Si Family."

Just those few words were like a heavy hammer, fiercely striking Xinxin’s heart.

She trembled with fear.

"Director Si, that’s not what I meant....."

Si Yuhuan brushed her arm aside, "Alright, hasn’t this farce gone on long enough? If you want to stay at the old house, you must abide by the rules, just like everyone else."

Almost saying, "You are no exception either."

Xinxin clenched her fists tightly.

Without the bald man helping her out, it really was troublesome.

She pulled her lips into a smile, "Fine, I understand. I’ll just go and give him a few words, alright?"

"It’s late at night, and there’s a difference between men and women, do it tomorrow."

Having said that, Si Yuhuan turned and left.

Xinxin’s eyes glimmered with a touch of girlish charm.

"He still cares about me! Doesn’t allow me to associate with other men."

She pressed her lips in a smile, feeling joyful.

Side hall guest room.

The bald man was thrown in, still trying to struggle. Shang Fu stepped in and slapped him hard across the face, his large palm exuding immense strength, sending two of the bald man’s teeth flying.

"Shang Fu, you bastard!"

The bald man was indignant, trying to charge forward, but several Z Group bodyguards surrounded him.

There was a sense of overwhelming oppression.

The bald man clenched his fists tightly, "Bullying the Secret Gate because no one is here, right?"

Shang Fu crossed his arms over his chest, smirked, "Yes, we’re bullying you because the Secret Gate is empty, what can you do? Such a useless organization, thinking it’s something grand. You dare show off in front of Director Si, are you out of your mind? Stop trying to paint the town red with the little given to you, what a joke!"

The bald man was burning with rage and humiliation, red-faced with a thick neck, ready to fight to the death.

Yan Qing came in, frowning slightly. Having been by Si Yuhuan’s side for long, he had somewhat developed that air of looking down on everything, "This is the old house! Seeking death?"

The bald man stopped his fist, his eyes burning with resentment, "I’m giving you face."

Yan Qing nodded gentlemanly, then turned to Shang Fu beside him, "The man is yours, keep an eye on him."

Shang Fu nodded cautiously, "Don’t worry, there won’t be any accidents."

At the same time, he signaled to the people next to him.

Soon, a series of wailing sounds came from the room.

Xinxin listened at the door for a while; there were disputes but nothing serious. After all, Z Group and the Secret Gate had always been at odds. She didn’t think much of it and prepared to head back. Just as she reached the door and heard another wail from inside, she couldn’t help but frown and turn back.

"What’s that sound?"

Housekeeper Qi’s apprentice, Little Chen, laughed and said, "You’re too tense, where’s there a sound?"

He turned to the servants behind him, "Did any of you hear anything?"

The servants all shook their heads, "Didn’t hear anything; it’s Miss Xinxin’s imagination."

"Alright, then Housekeeper Chen, please keep an eye on my brothers inside, you know my relationship with Director Si, right? If I become Mrs. Si in the future, there will be plenty of benefits for you."

She gave a charming smile, patting Housekeeper Chen’s hand, "You are young and talented; at just thirty-five you’ve already become the housekeeper of the old house. Your prospects are limitless. You must know whom to be loyal to."

"Of course!" Housekeeper Chen smiled and made a gesture to invite her in.

Xinxin tugged at her lips and left in a huff.

She glanced back coldly at the old house.

"Just wait, I’ll become the mistress of this place sooner or later."

Thinking of Zhang Ma, she furrowed her brows.

Forget it, the bald man can be thrown here for now; Director Si said to treat him courteously as a family member.

Thinking about how good Si Yuhuan was to her, Xinxin felt secretly delighted.

What everlasting love, wasn’t it captured by her?

...

Jian Xi looked at Zhang Ma who was barely breathing on the bed, covered in mud and in a miserable state, with a clear scar around her neck, looking as if she had been kidnapped and narrowly escaped death.

Wang Hao handed over a wet towel.

Jian Xi painstakingly wiped Zhang Ma’s dirty face clean and couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

"Zhang Ma has always been honest and dutiful, and very kind when taking care of me. She wouldn’t have crossed anyone, how could this happen? Where did you find her?"

Could something have happened at the old house?

"There was nothing unusual at the old house. I found her at the foot of the mountain; she was unconscious at the time. Oh, right, Miss, she called for the young mistress while in a daze."

"Called for me?"

Jian Xi raised her eyebrows.

"Get a doctor over."

In the living room.

Jian Xi stared at Si Yuhuan’s phone number, hesitated for a moment, but ended up pressing the dial button.

No one answered.

Jian Xi pursed her lips, threw the phone aside, and lay down on the sofa to rest with her eyes closed.

Xinxin is an even more troublesome opponent than Jiang Qimeng.

One plays dirty, the other plays the open hand.

Si Yuhuan truly had too many rotten flowers around him.

After examining, the doctor quickly came downstairs and reported to Jian Xi, "This person likely fainted from shock and severe blood loss, she needs to be taken to the hospital for a blood transfusion."

"Okay, then make the arrangements."

Jian Xi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Send her to a private hospital!"

Her fourth brother had a cooperative hospital, he had given Jian Xi the address. She thought Zhang Ma must have encountered something to end up like this, so it was crucial to protect her.

....

Xinxin spent all day searching but saw no trace of Zhang Ma.

"A bunch of useless idiots! Could a woman in her fifties just disappear into thin air?" She cursed at the underlings in front of her.

Really, what was the bald man thinking?!

She impatiently held her forehead, "Increase the manpower, whatever it takes, you must find her for me, alive or dead."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

It was apparent the boss was on the verge of rage, so her subordinates didn’t dare slack off.

A few of them came out, scolded thoroughly, "What do you think has gotten into the boss? Her temper’s becoming more volatile, it’s just finding a maid, is such anger really necessary? It’s as if she thinks getting into a wealthy family is a done deal, stepping into high society as a lady, ridiculous, right?"

"Isn’t that so! Being love-struck doesn’t last long, honestly would’ve been better off ....."

"Shush! Don’t mention that person again, or the boss might take you down."

They didn’t notice someone standing in the shadows of the corner.