Feng Xinying closed her eyes and brought her fingers to pinch the middle of her eyebrows. Her head was throbbing. How could things go so wrong? She asked the head of the security to switch off the TV. Lu Boyun was standing right there. "Young Miss, do you want to eat something? You haven't had anything since lunch."

Feng Xinying shook her head. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure," replied Lu Boyun as he reached for the water in the glass jug that had sliced oranges in it. He gave her a glass and waited for next instructions.

She wanted to write down what all situations she was facing and how would she combat that. "Give me a pen and a paper, Lu Boyun."

Lu Boyun went outside and brought her a paper. He offered his pen to her and said, "This pen was given to me by your father. One day he had come to the kitchen and demanded to eat continental preparation but there was no herbs. So he took out his own pen and gave it to me saying, "Write down every herb that is needed and buy it." Since then I am carrying this pen."

Feng Xinying took the pen with a smile. It was pen with gold nib. She thanked him. Lu Boyun left her and went outside to join the security. At least those memories made her smile…

She started writing.

- Who killed Xie Yuansheng?

- If he was wearing the bulletproof jacket, why did the bullet pierce him?

- Who all knew about the meeting of the underworld organization?

- From where was the shot fired?

- Who would become the head of the Crocodile Organization?

- Why is Xie Shengjun not taking the responsibility?

- How would she save Su Haobing?

- Did Su Haobing know about Su Lang?

- Was he just acting?

- What would happen to the Feng Conglomerate?

As she started writing more points, she began to realize the complicated web that was woven around her. How would she come out of it?

The first thing to consider was to talk to Su Haobing. He had to stay quiet until she came clean.

Suddenly she got a question in her head and she walked out of the room. When she went out, she called the head and said, "I want you to scan all areas around the venue of the meeting to find out if there were any new people who rented the rooms. I already know about Su Haobing, so don't waste your time on that."

"Yes, Young Miss," he bowed.

She started walking but stopped again. She turned to look at him and said, "Ask Xie Shengjun to meet me."

"Yes, Young Miss," he bowed again and left to instruct his men.

Feng Xinying went to the doctor's room. It was 7PM in the evening and she wondered whether he was there or not. He had performed the surgery on Xie Yuansheng and was one of the top doctors of the country. She knocked the door. "Come in," came a busy voice. Feng Xinying turned the doorknob and opened the door. She saw that he was sitting with another patient whom he was explaining causes and symptoms of lung carcinoma.

He looked at her and nodded. "Please sit Miss Xinying. Give me five minutes."

Feng Xinying sat on the chair at the opposite side and waited for the patient to leave. She looked around and noticed that there were some x-rays of lungs displayed on the screen that had lights. Those x-rays were pinned and Feng Xinying stared at them trying to make out the anomaly.

The patient left and Feng Xinying came to the doctor. "Good evening," she said softly.

"Good evening Miss Xinying, what can I do for you?" asked the doctor. He was a middle-aged man with light power glasses.

Feng Xinying pointed at the x-rays and before she could say anything, he informed her, "Those belong to your husband."

Feng Xinying's mouth fell open. Those were Xie Yuansheng's lungs. The doctor pointed at a spot, "Do you see this?"

"Yes."

"That is the bullet. It sat close to his heart and so we had to be extra careful while removing it. There was a lot of blood loss and even though we have given him blood transfusion, we are afraid… He was brought to the hospital fifteen minutes later…"

Feng Xinying ignored his last sentences and asked, "That bullet seems to have lodged at an angle. Why is that so doctor?"

"Maybe because the shot was fired from a high-rise building… I am not sure but if you like we can ask the forensic specialist to join us and discuss about it," said the doctor not wanting to get in an area that he wasn't specialized for.

"Yes, I would like that," she said. "When can I meet his?"

"Let us both go to his chamber. It is in the next block."

"Okay," said Feng Xinying and got up from the chair.

The doctor was thinking how indifferent to pain this woman was. All she was interested was about the bullet and the mechanism. She hadn't asked anything about her husband. He sighed and guided her to the forensics doctor after collecting the x-rays.

When they reached there, they found that he was locking the door and calling it a day. "Good evening!" shouted the surgeon from behind from a distance to stop the forensics doctor from leaving. He turned sharply and looked behind.

"Good evening! What brings you here?" he asked as he looked at the famous Feng Xinying although he roughly had the idea.

"This is Miss Feng Xinying," introduced the surgeon.

"Oh yes! I know her. She is a popular actress," said the doctor with excitement.

Feng Xinying directly said, "I would like to know about the bullet wound in my husband's chest." She sensed that the forensics doctor was trying to ease the atmosphere and perhaps knew the purpose of her visit. She didn't feel like wasting time.

Suddenly, she received a call from her aunt, Feng Jiao Long but she was in no mood to pick it up.