Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 342; Mental attack 1

Sensing her surrender to exhaustion, Huo Ting Cheng did not move to his desk. Instead, he settled more firmly beside her, his presence a steady, warm constant. His arm, which had remained around her, shifted slightly. He began to pat her shoulder with a slow, rhythmic gentleness, his touch light and reassuring through the fabric of her clothes.

It was a simple, wordless gesture, yet it conveyed a world of safety and care. Tang Fei felt the last vestiges of her resistance melt away. The steady, metronomic rhythm of his patting, combined with the sound of his breathing and the solid beat of his heart so close to her, became a powerful lullaby. The terrifying images from the school began to blur and recede, replaced by a gathering darkness that promised peace.

Her breathing deepened, evening out into the slow, regular pattern of sleep. The slight tension finally left her limbs, her body going limp and trusting against his side.

Huo Ting Cheng continued his gentle patting for a few minutes more, ensuring her sleep was deep and untroubled. Only when he was certain she was fully under did he still his hand. With painstaking care, he extricated himself from her side, silently rearranging the blanket to ensure she remained warm.

He stood for a long moment, looking down at her resting form. There was a rare, unguarded softness in his eyes. Her peaceful expression was a stark contrast to the pale, fearful form of her body just an hour before. Satisfied, he finally turned.

Moving with quiet, predatory grace, he crossed the expansive room to his massive office desk. The leather of his executive chair sighed softly as he sat down. The moment he settled, the mantle of comforting protector slid away, seamlessly replaced by the cold authority of the Huo Conglomerate President.

His gaze, now sharp and analytical, shifted from the sleeping girl on his sofa to the bank of monitors lighting up on his desk, ready to dismantle the threat that had dared to touch what was his.

The silence of the pentoffice was profound, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of Tang Fei’s breathing. Huo Ting Cheng’s gaze was fixed on the bank of monitors, his expression an impenetrable mask of concentration.

A discreet chime from his console, muted so as not to disturb the sleeping figure on the sofa, announced an incoming communication. He tapped his earpiece.

"Report," he murmured, his voice a low whisper.

Huo Qi’s voice was crisp and clear in his ear.. "Sixth Master, the four individuals are secured in the sub-level facility. We are ready to begin the interrogation at your command. I wish to know at what level of interrogation we start from..."

Huo Ting Cheng’s eyes flickered for a fraction of a second towards Tang Fei, ensuring the quiet exchange hadn’t stirred her awake, "Proceed with the preliminary assessment, the sooner I get results the sooner I will feel at ease. I want their exact identities, affiliations, and targets. Use any means necessary, absolutely anything that can work. I will observe the feed shortly."

"Understood."

The connection ended just as the main elevator doors whispered open. Huo Wu stepped out, his usual vibrant energy subdued in the quiet, tense atmosphere. He glanced at the sleeping Tang Fei, his expression softening with concern before she approached Huo Ting Cheng’s desk.

"Sixth Master Huo... " he began, his voice hushed. " The talent shows for the Entertainment City project... they’re underway in Halls A through C. The participants and judges are all present. What should we do? Missus was supposed to oversee the selections today and probably pick the talents she wanted to sponsor."

Huo Ting Cheng gave a slight nod, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. On a central monitor, a multi-panel view sprang to life, displaying live feeds from the massive audition halls. The scenes were vibrant and chaotic, with aspiring singers on stage, dancers waiting in the wings, and long lines of hopefuls. His own hand-picked team of consultants and security detail could be seen managing the flow with efficient calm.

"The function will continue, just as it was scheduled since she is my wife, I can manage that for her at the moment," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned his steely gaze to Huo Wu... "You will handle the rest of the situation from here. Twilight will assist you."

Twilight has been standing at the door with fear, her eyes darting all over the place.

"Me?" Huo Wu blinked, yes, the previous day and the other, he had managed to do a few things here and there but they were under Tang Fei’s command and orders.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the luxurious couch opposite the one where Tang Fei slept. "You now have full authority to make decisions in her name. Liaise with the team on the ground. And," he added, his voice dropping another octave, "notify Huo Qi to dispatch an additional squad of guards to each hall. Ensure absolute law and order. The slightest disturbance is to be quelled immediately."

His eyes drifted back to the monitor, then to Tang Fei’s peaceful form, "she is emotionally compromised and will not be participating in any activities for the time being. Her well-being is the only priority at the moment. The world outside can wait."

Understanding the finality in his tone, Huo Wu nodded. "Understood, Boss." He moved to the designated couch, pulling out his tablet to connect with the event coordinators, seamlessly stepping into the role of Tang Fei’s proxy. Beside him, Twilight silently sat, trying to learn a few things here and there.

Satisfied, Huo Ting Cheng split his screen. On one side, the vibrant, noisy future of the Entertainment City project unfolded. On the other hand, a stark, monochrome feed activated, showing a grim, concrete cell deep beneath their feet. From the comfort of his opulent office, with his beloved sleeping safely steps away, he began his dual vigil, overseeing the dream she was building, and orchestrating the ruin of those who had tried to steal her joy.