The airport lobby was bustling as ever, welcoming and sending off countless passengers daily.
Shen Jianian was amidst the lively crowd, holding a small travel bag in her arms, not glancing around, but immersed in her own world, making her figure seem particularly lonely.
At nine thirty-five in the evening, the plane took off, about to land in a city that was completely unfamiliar to her.
Meanwhile, in the master bedroom on the second floor of the Fu Family's old house, Wei Ronghua received a call from her informant, who informed her that Shen Jianian had boarded a flight to Jiang City.
Tonight, Fu Zhengjun had a social engagement and hadn't returned home. Wei Ronghua, wrapped in a light gray silk robe, walked to the window, her arm crossed over her waist, supporting her right elbow with her left hand, and softly instructed the person on the other end, "Keep an eye on her, report to me if anything happens."
The call was brief, ending in less than three minutes.
