Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 330; Everyone’s safe

Her eyes wandered outside for a minute before staying still in the van.

Huo Ting Cheng leaned slightly closer, his gaze scanning her face. The tight line of her jaw and the way her fingers clenched the edge of her seat didn’t escape him. He sighed, a low, almost imperceptible sound, and reached out, his hand brushing the back of hers briefly, grounding her. "Hey," he softly murmured, "breathe, we’re safe now."

But outside, the world didn’t feel safe. Smoke coiled in lazy, ghostlike spirals, blurring the edges of light and shape. Through the tinted glass, Tang Fei could almost imagine figures moving, shadows caught in the dance of flame and dust. Her pulse drummed in her ears, drowning out the murmur of the soldiers’ voices and the static of the radio.

The van jolted slightly as they turned a corner, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw someone, someone familiar, standing amidst the haze, eyes wide, lips parted as if crying her name.

Tang Fei exhaled shakily and nodded, though her eyes stayed fixed on the smoke outside. She was trying to see that figure again. It’s like her instincts won’t let her...

"I swear I saw her... she looked terrified, like she was calling for me... Like she was calling for help... I really saw her," she said softly, her voice confused rather than panicked.

"Do you think I need to get glasses?" She mumbled, thinking out loud. Probably, it was her eyes that were having problems.

Huo Ting Cheng brushed his thumb over her cheek. His voice was calm and steady comforting her, "It could’ve been someone else, or just the smoke. You’re still shaken from last night. Nothing will happen to them. We have tight security today."

His words made sense, but something in Tang Fei’s gut didn’t feel right. The smell of smoke, the gunfire, the faint sound of a child crying, it all felt too familiar. For a moment, her mind flashed to another forgotten memory: blood, fire, a scream that sounded just like Minghao’s.

She blinked fast and shook her head. Maybe she was imagining things or was probably losing her mind! She can’t be going crazy right?

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Huo Ting Cheng asked when he saw her pale face and her wandering eyes.

"I’m fine," she said, forcing her voice to steady. "Just thought I saw something."

He didn’t push her. Instead, he pulled her close, resting his chin on her head intimately, "The road’s almost clear," he said to her, " The Shadow Guards are finishing the sweep. We’ll move soon."

"Mnnnh..." She softly hummed.

Outside, through the thinning smoke, men in black masks dragged unconscious attackers out of the way. Sirens wailed in the distance as the local police arrived.

Tang Fei’s sharp eyes followed their movements. Despite her fear, her instincts as an assassin kicked in, alert, calm, ready. Something about this attack still felt wrong.

"Whoever planned this," she muttered, "knew our route and timing. It wasn’t just a random ambush."

Huo Ting Cheng’s jaw tightened before he spoke, "I know," he said, his voice cold underneath the calm, "It’s not their first attempt, and probably not the last."

His phone buzzed and he answered immediately.

"Report."

"Sixth Master Huo," came the voice on the line, " the ambush site is secured. All attackers are neutralized. One vehicle escaped before we could intercept."

Huo Ting Cheng’s blue eyes darkened instantly, "Trace it and immediately handle it."

" Yes, sir."

He ended the call, exhaling slowly. Tang Fei watched him, reading the shift in his expression.

When his gaze returned to her, the cold commander softened into the man she loved. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb resting on her jaw.

"The one that escaped," Tang Fei loudly thought, " They were leading, weren’t they? They are the mastermind!"

A faint smirk touched his lips amused by her insights, "Most likely. The rest were pawns. The real one hides in the shadows. They’re getting bold now that they are using civilians. It’s a message."

" A message that they’re not afraid of you, or they are coming for you?" Tang Fei said, eyes narrowing.

" Or," he murmured near her ear, "a message that they are afraid of, so afraid they need to make a scene so publicly." His hand moved to the small end of her back, firm and grounding. "Either way, they made one mistake."

"What mistake?" Tang Fei was curious, but it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen the consequences.

"They threatened what’s mine." His tone was quiet but absolute. " And now, they’ll pay for it."

Outside, the smoke cleared. The guards coordinated with the police, restoring order. The divider slid down, and a guard handed Huo Ting Cheng his handgun.

"The road is clear, Master Huo. We can move to the secondary route," the man reported.

Huo Ting Cheng checked the weapon and nodded, "Proceed."

The van started moving again, smooth and steady. Tang Fei watched the convoy reform around them, the tension in her shoulders finally easing. The fear was fading, replaced by exhaustion, and that haunting image of Minghao’s face that she couldn’t get rid of.

She leaned against Huo Ting Cheng’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around her protectively, "Rest," he said softly, "Everyone’s safe now."

He didn’t mention the escaped vehicle again as he didn’t need to. His silence carried a promise, revenge was coming.

Tang Fei closed her eyes, listening to his steady breathing. In his arms, she felt safe, even if the world outside was chaotic. Still, a small tremor began to run through her body, the aftershock of fear.

She tried to hide it, but he noticed. Without a word, his hand slid up to cradle her head, fingers in her hair. Then he tilted her face up and kissed her deeply.

It wasn’t a possessive kiss this time, but it was grounding, pulling her out of the fear and back into his warmth. His kiss told her everything: I’m here and you’re safe.