Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 341; Mental attack

Huo Ting Cheng’s stride never faltered, his coat brushing against Tang Fei’s legs as he carried her through the courtyard and down the marble steps. Sunlight glared off the tinted windshields in the parking lot, a harsh contrast to the pallor of her skin.

Huo Qi stood waiting beside the lead vehicle, offering a sharp nod as they approached. "The entire school perimeters is secure. All students are accounted for and identified. The four unconscious and suspicious figures have been transported to headquarters for questioning."

"Good," Huo Ting Cheng replied, his tone clipped. "Any word from the control room?"

"Not yet Sixth Master, but the deleted footage is partially recovered. We’ll analyze the rest at the Conglomerate." He hurriedly reported, and their work was underway.

With a brief nod, Huo Ting Cheng shifted Tang Fei in his arms as the car door swung open. She stirred faintly, her whisper barely audible. "You can put me down, Ting Cheng... I can walk."

His reply was a quiet murmur, almost indulgent. "I will."

He helped her settle into the backseat, tucking a soft blanket around her shoulders before sliding in beside her. Twilight took the seat opposite, her eyes still alert, continuously scanning the world beyond the window.

"Minghao and Qing Xinyu?" Tang Fei asked again, her voice steadier now.

"Secure in their classroom under guard," Huo Qi confirmed from the passenger seat. "They’ll be brought home once the school day concludes."

A faint sigh of relief escaped Tang Fei. She let her head tilt, coming to rest against the solid strength of Huo Ting Cheng’s shoulder. He said nothing, only raising a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his own gaze fixed on the passing scene.

Beyond the school gates, a line of black, armored vehicles was stationed at intervals, sunlight glinting ominously off their surfaces. The once-tranquil campus now resembled a besieged fortress, with guards patrolling the grounds and drones sweeping the skies.

As the convoy began to move, the low hum of engines filled the silence. Huo Ting Cheng’s arm remained around Tang Fei, a steady, protective weight anchoring her in the quiet chaos. No one spoke as the school receded in the rearview mirror, swallowed by the midday sun and the heat shimmer rising from the asphalt.

"Sixth Master... I have left Secretary Li to handle other things in the school and will join us shortly." He hurriedly notified him as he could ask where Secretary Li had vanished to.

Since he was in charge of the school under the Huo conglomerate, he had to ensure things were handled properly and with care; a word would definitely reach the parents, and in one way or another, they would show up or make phone calls. He had to handle the situation discreetly.

All the teachers were questioned, and everything was recorded. Be it the administration, the teachers, or the students, everyone was going through the safety scrutiny and making sure their details matched the government house register.

"Tell him to make sure the situation has been handled with care, as much as I don’t care about the school, it doesn’t mean I would let everyone mess around, my kid studies there, and if the teachers and administrators managing at the moment aren’t dutiful and working, he’d better fire them and hire a new team... He’d better handle it." He still got enough revenue from that school, and at the same time, it was something he had started out of various reasons, one being sponsoring good students who would be enrolled in his company.

"All right, I will... Should we head home?" He curiously queried gazing into the streets.

" No...."

Their destination was clear: Huo Conglomerate Headquarters.

The car ride was a silent sanctuary. Cradled against Huo Ting Cheng’s chest, Tang Fei listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing counterpoint to the city blurring past the windows.

Twilight sat across from them, her watchful gaze on the passing streets, while Huo Qi, in the front passenger seat, occasionally murmured updates into his radio.

They drove toward the city’s heart, where towers of glass and steel clustered against the sky. Soon, the most imposing structure of all emerged, the Huo Conglomerate headquarters. The car bypassed the main entrance, descending a smooth ramp into a vast, immaculate underground parking reserve.

The moment the car halted, Huo Ting Cheng was in motion. Before Tang Fei could protest, he had opened the door and gathered her into his arms once more.

"I can walk," she insisted softly, slightly feeling embarrassed.

"I know," he replied, yet made no move to release her.

He carried her across the silent garage to a private elevator, its doors sliding open at their approach. Huo Ting Cheng stepped inside, still cradling her, with Twilight, Huo Wu, Huo Shen, and Huo Qi following. Huo Qi pressed a button, and the elevator ascended, a seamless and silent rush. The numbers on the display climbed swiftly: 20... 30... 40... until it settled at the 50th floor.

The doors opened directly against a door that automatically opened to an expansive, luxurious space, the private office and living area of the President, Huo Ting Cheng.

The room was a study in modern elegance, with vast windows framing a breathtaking panorama of the city. Polished floors reflected the minimalist, expensive furniture.

Huo Ting Cheng carried Tang Fei to a deep, plush sofa and carefully set her down, placing a soft cushion behind her back.

"Rest here," he said, his voice low and firm. "You are safe now."

He knelt, removing her shoes to make her more comfortable, then draped the car blanket over her legs.

As she looked around the vast, quiet floor, the tension of the morning began to ebb from Tang Fei’s body. They were in his territory now, a fortress in the sky. The fear and chaos of the school felt a world away. Here, enveloped in his unwavering presence, she could finally breathe.

The profound silence of the office, broken only by the faint, distant hum of the city, was a balm to her frayed nerves. The plush cushions of the sofa seemed to embrace her, and the weight of the soft blanket became a comforting anchor. Her eyelids, which had been fluttering with the effort to stay alert, grew heavy.