For Dongfang Wuqiong, good news came frequently this afternoon.

At around 2 o'clock local time, Dongfang Wuqiong received a call: "The plan goes well, the goal is already in the car."

Dongfang Wuqiong couldn't hide his joy, and her inner worries settled, but she still held an airs: "I don't want to know the process, I just want the result."

So an hour later, she received another call: "The target has been successfully controlled."

Dongfang Wuqiong was completely at ease, "I did a good job this time."

At night, everything is calm.

I don’t know if it’s because of the sensitivity over the years that Dongfang Wuqiong always feels something is wrong.

Although she couldn't think of something wrong for a moment, she always felt uneasy.

This is really not like her behavior. In the past, she always did things neatly and never looked back. She sat on the sofa, pondered alone, and associated the whole story, the cause and effect of the matter.

So she called another phone number.

"What's the news outside now?"

"What news?" the man asked back, and was asked inexplicably.

Dongfang Wuqiong looked cold, "Zhao Qingyan is missing. Isn't there any movement on their side? Something big happened? Qiao Junxi didn't call the police?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Sister, why have you gotten into a dead end? Think about it, if Qiao Junxi called the police, wouldn't everyone know that Zhao Qingyan was missing? They promoted the momentum of the wedding so grandly, how could they save face? So until the last moment, they would not announce the news of Zhao Qingyan's disappearance to the world."

Dongfang Wuqiong nodded repeatedly, yes, why did she forget this?

A sinister smile hung on her noble and cold face. She wanted to see how to complete the world-renowned wedding tomorrow!

"Has Qiao Junxi sent someone to find him?" Dongfang Wuqiong asked with a successful plan.

"It is said that Mo Saiwen's people are also searching everywhere in secret, but they dare not speak out."

Dongfang Wuqiong's expression completely turned into a proud look, "Very good! Then wait for the show tomorrow."

Dongfang Wuqiong looked at the night gradually covering her face, and her eyes were filled with hope.

A twinkling star caught in her sight, which instantly gave her a hint of evil inspiration.

Before she was about to hang up the phone, her eyes were completely stained by the demon, "Wait a minute!"

"Sister, what's wrong?" the man asked.

"This time, I want Zhao Qingyan to be infamous in the country." Dongfang Wuqiong's eyes were far away, as if she wanted to convey her thoughts to a distant space.

Men have also experienced big scenes, even at international conferences, they were still sitting firmly on Mount Tai and were erect. But when they heard Dongfang Wuqiong's words, their words suddenly became unscrupulous, "Sister, what do you mean?"

Dongfang Wuqiong raised her hand and looked at the wedding ring on her hand. This ring, which had been worn for twenty-seven years, represents an identity and status. If time goes back a hundred years, this wedding ring will give her supreme power. Although one hundred years later, this ring only leaves a little royal symbolic meaning, she will hold the ring tightly in her hand and will never give it to anyone!

This persistence has long taken root in her heart. From the moment she met Bei Huaiyang twenty-seven years ago, it will continue until the day when her life ends!

No one can take it from her!

She will never allow anyone to take it away!

So she will not regret the decision she made, whether it was twenty-four years ago or now.

Dongfang Wuqiong changed his mind and his heart was like a rock, "Just twenty-four years ago, you... should know what to do!"

The man's voice couldn't help but tremble, "This... Zhao Qingyan is not an ordinary person. If things get big, it may not end well and it will involve our Ministry of Foreign Affairs. If the Chinese think that traveling to our country is unsafe, it will directly affect our tourism economy, and it is not easy for the parliament to explain."

That's right, the person who spoke on the phone with Dongfang Wuqiong was Dongfang Wuqiong's younger brother Dongfang Wuyuan, who is also the foreign minister of the country. The reason why Zhao Qingyan has never been able to get a visa for the country was thanks to him.

As a younger brother, he must unite the front with Dongfang Wuqiong.

But as the Minister of Foreign Affairs, he also has his own responsibility to the country.

Dongfang Wuqiong's order really made him feel embarrassed.

Dongfang Wuqiong felt disgusted when he heard these despicable words, "How can you accomplish great things if you are so timid! As long as you don't cause any death, I believe Qiao Junxi will only suppress this matter. How can they have such a shameful thing be said? Then they can only bite it and swallow it in their stomachs. Of course, if Qiao Junxi wants to divorce Zhao Qingyan, it will be the best effect! Without Qiao Junxi, what else can Zhao Qingyan do? I just want her to know that if she does something wrong, she will be punished! Even if she dies, she will have to pay the debt of the mother and the daughter!"

Dongfang Wuyuan felt that his sister was a little crazy, "Sister, you should have let go after so many years. What's your name to a dead person?"

Dongfang Wuqiong's back froze and his face turned pale, "No, you were wrong. She could die and resurrect at any time. You should know that Wang has been repeatedly dreaming for so many years. In the dream, he has a daughter. Who knows which day he will recover his memory." So before that, she would step on the woman's daughter under her feet.

Dongfang Wuyuan still couldn't figure it out, "Didn't you get everything you want? Why don't you want to let a dead person go, and let yourself go? Sister..."

Dongfang Wuqiong directly interrupted what he was going to say next, "Okay, you don't have to say more! I have made a decision, just do what I want!"

At this time, a knock on the door sounded outside the room.

After Dongfang Wuqiong hung up the phone, she changed into a graceful and luxurious posture. She spoke gently, "Come in."

The maid pushed the door and walked in, holding Dongfang Wuqiong's dress with respect in both hands, "Queen, this is the dress for you to attend the wedding with His Majesty the King tomorrow."

Dongfang Wuqiong glanced at him, "I understand, let's put it."

After the maid left, Dongfang Wuqiong picked up the dress with contempt and looked at it, then threw it aside.

She sneered secretly, probably this dress would be useless.

Oh no, maybe they will wait until the last moment of the wedding to admit that Zhao Qingyan was unable to attend the wedding.

Then let her put on this outfit and watch this huge farce with her own eyes.

Dongfang Wuqiong stacked his clothes neatly again.
Chapter completed!