The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

"Young Master He, I'm sorry, you're not so lucky."

As soon as the words were spoken, the black cloth covering the woman who had been put down was removed, and the other option that had been abandoned was instantly thrown into the fermentation vat.

Say goodbye to her.

The black cloth fell down, revealing a completely unfamiliar woman. She was dazed, her hands and feet were bound, and she was completely unconscious, unable even to struggle.

"Hurry up and thank Young Master He for saving your life! If he hadn't chosen you, you would be the one dead. You're lucky today, you're being taken away."

The young woman was quickly taken outside. Once she was completely away from the factory, the ropes binding her were untied, and her previously weak and helpless appearance instantly transformed into one of vigor and vitality.

"This is suffocating! I wish I hadn't come!"

"Now you know how to complain? Why didn't you say so earlier? This is your hard-earned reward, so shut up."

"Okay, I'll make myself miserable for no reason."

A simple transaction was completed in a few minutes, and everyone left. Back in the warehouse, a fierce look appeared on their faces.

In just a short while, the man had gone mad. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke free of his restraints and ran towards the fermentation tank before anyone could react. No one could catch him yet. There was a lot of scaffolding, and having planned his time and route in advance, He Lin's eyes were bloodshot. His body seemed to have unleashed astonishing potential at this moment; his speed, strength, and endurance were all several levels higher than usual. Finally, he successfully created distance and reached the top of the tank before being caught by those behind him.

But what he saw was nothing—an empty can that would respond to the slightest sound. He had just witnessed them throw the man in, and the food was slowly filling the can.

"Where are they?! I'm asking you, where are they?!"

The middle-aged man stood up: "Young Master He, stop pretending. Everyone knows that your family is actually fine. The little bit of money you have is enough for us ordinary folks to live on for a lifetime. Isn't it perfect that I'm helping you deal with that woman? Now you have a stable job, and the woman who ruined your reputation and the title of 'son-in-law' are gone. It's exactly what you wanted."

The other party pressed closer and closer, and He Lin was almost out of breath. But he still managed to move slowly to a safe place and forcefully climb down from above.

"She's not dead, is she?" He wanted to hear a reassuring answer, but the other person just wouldn't speak.

"I'll let you speak!"

Every punch landed squarely. Although He Lin was quickly subdued by a large group of people, his opponent was still injured.

"Boss, I'll go get the doctor."

"No need. It's normal for Young Master He to have a temper. But I still don't understand what you're concerned about—wouldn't it be a win-win situation if we helped you remove the obstacles?"

At a time when he should have been in a sorry state, his opponent was still positioned on high ground, attacking him relentlessly. He Lin regretted not having used his full strength in those two punches.

"Where is she?" Just from his tone, you could tell that He Lin had lost his mind.

Seeing He Lin's anxious expression, the middle-aged man burst into laughter: "Alright, let go of Young Master He. Our icebreaker game is over, now it's time for the main course."

With a single gesture, the extra people on the ground instantly dispersed. The entire factory fell several degrees quieter in a short while. Only a few remained—He Lin stood alone on one side, facing the boss, whose mouth was still bleeding, and a tall, burly thug.

"Alright, calm down. Bring Young Master He a chair, and let's sit down and talk calmly. But Young Master He, you need to cooperate—if you cooperate, I can tell you everything you want to know; if you don't cooperate, we'll have to proceed with the final steps ahead of schedule."

"Speak your mind, don't resort to underhanded tactics."

"Fine, sit down and I'll tell you." Pushed step by step, He Lin had no choice but to compromise.

"You ask, I answer. What do you want to know? Only three questions."

The other party's attitude changed so quickly that He Lin didn't know what to say for a moment. More than the question, he was concerned about Yu Lian's current location and safety.

Where is Yu Lian?

This question elicited a peculiar emotion from the middle-aged man's face—as expected, the other party had been kept in the dark and played for a while, and his first thought wasn't to wonder who the mastermind was, but now he almost blurted it out.

The answer to the first question is right here.

He Lin's throat bobbed involuntarily as he glanced around.

Is she still alive?

The answer to the second question is: she is still alive.

He Lin then asked one last question without hesitation: "Was she injured?"

The third question made the middle-aged man lose patience, and he shook his head directly: "No. But I'm reminding you, you've used up your three chances, and I can't answer your questions anymore."

Hearing this, He Lin breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped death, but he did not completely relax his tense nerves.

"You went to all that trouble to bring me here. As long as you don't hurt her, I'll agree to any conditions."

He Lin was quite calm in the end because he had seen the true nature of this farce—these people had been targeting him from beginning to end, but he just hadn't figured out their intentions yet.

"Since Young Master He is so frank, let's be straightforward this time. This isn't as simple as just agreeing—if you sign and put your fingerprint on it, you could very well lose your current job, or even be wanted by the police, and your family could be implicated. Are you still going to agree?"

"I agree. Just say it, I can't guarantee I won't change my mind if you keep dragging it out."

The man's subordinate brought over a stack of papers.

"The conditions are simple—we know that Young Master He's family is not actually impoverished; they just bowed down to the circumstances. There are still mountains of gold and silver waiting for you in Hong Kong."

What I've said so far is actually to get He Lin to use his family's connections to help him with smuggling.

"Okay, I promise."

Yu Lian felt a pang of heartache watching from upstairs—these people would stop at nothing for profit. There was nothing she could do, but Yu Lian was never one to lose the initiative. She turned her head and glanced at the untouched food on the table. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, she rushed out, smashed the bowls and plates, and picked up a sharp piece of porcelain.

"Let me out."

Unexpectedly, just when the young woman thought she was destined for a workplace injury, Yu Lian pointed a shard of porcelain at her own neck. From the moment she entered the room, Yu Lian appeared flustered, helpless, and angry, but at the same time, she was observing the other woman's attitude. Clearly, threatening herself was far more effective than threatening someone else. Fortunately, she gambled correctly in the end—because of her actions, before the young woman could even notify anyone, people arrived outside. It was evident that someone had been monitoring her every move.

Yu Lian just didn't expect the truth to come so quickly. She met another He Lin before He Lin even did.