When Huo Junfeng arrived, every department on the film set was already in frantic motion.

The police, ambulances, and fire engines had all arrived.

The explosion that occurred on set had been brought under control. Only professional firefighters remained, searching through the shattered walls and debris to determine the cause of the blast.

There had been an explosion—and a loss of life.

Before noon, the fire department had already identified the cause.

Ordinarily, when film crews shoot explosion scenes, they use special props to simulate blasts.

These props are fundamentally different from real explosives. They undergo multiple layers of approval, and the dosage is strictly controlled to prevent accidents.

This production was a big-budget project. All explosive materials had been legally approved and complied fully with regulations.

The props team and on-site prop masters had followed procedures to the letter when setting everything up. There were no violations whatsoever.

The production team submitted all approval documents, along with videos recorded during the setup of the props, to the police.

Huo Junfeng had reviewed them as well.

There were no issues.

And yet, the explosion had still happened.

It had occurred early in the morning—when only He Yanzi had entered the set to rehearse her blocking.

Many crew members had personally seen her go in, and the on-site surveillance cameras had captured it as well.

As a result, human tissue suspected to have been blown into fragments was found at the scene. There was almost no doubt—it was He Yanzi.

The police officer in charge and the forensic examiner wore grave expressions as they said to Huo Junfeng, “Further confirmation will require DNA testing with specialized equipment. Only then can we provide a one-hundred-percent accurate conclusion.”

Huo Junfeng’s jaw clenched sharply. He turned around and demanded answers from the director who had been on set at the time.

“Why was Yanyan allowed to enter the set alone?”

“The props were all legal and compliant—then why did an explosion still happen? And why did it happen when only Yanyan was inside?!”

The director and the producer hurriedly tried to explain.

Huo Junfeng listened with a dark expression, not interrupting them.

The producer wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking his explanation had gotten through—only for Huo Junfeng to suddenly say:

“Yanyan is not dead! The person who went in was not her. You’re lying to me.”

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze razor-sharp as it swept across everyone present.

“Who set this up? What methods did they use to make you cooperate? Don’t wait until I uncover the truth myself. Anyone who deceived me—I won’t spare a single one of you.”

“Confess now. Give Yanyan back to me, and I can let everything go.”

The producer hesitated, then asked carefully, “President Huo… what exactly is Miss He’s relationship to you?”

Huo Junfeng roared, “She is my wife!”

Everyone who heard this was stunned.

“Miss He is the wife of the head of the Huo Group?”

Someone couldn’t help but ask, “But recently she was caught in a ‘mistress’ scandal and has been viciously attacked online. Her social media comment sections were completely overrun… If she’s Madam Huo, why didn’t you come out to explain?”

Huo Junfeng wouldn’t even have needed to face the media himself. Simply announcing that He Yanzi was Madam Huo would have instantly destroyed the rumor that she was knowingly a mistress, washing away all the filth thrown at her.

After all, the wife of the Huo family’s patriarch—whose influence extended across business, politics, and the military in the capital—versus being someone’s mistress?

Anyone with sense knew which version people would believe.

Huo Junfeng remained silent, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Finally, a makeup assistant standing not far away couldn’t hold back anymore and muttered softly, “When President Huo brought Miss He to the set, her complexion was awful. She nearly fainted while getting her makeup done. When I brought her water and food, she said she hadn’t eaten a single bite or had a sip of water for over ten hours.”

“I even thought she had offended President Huo and was being deliberately punished…”

“Who would’ve thought Miss He was actually President Huo’s wife?”

“Honestly, from the way things looked, President Han seemed more like President Huo’s wife. She had absolute authority on set and made Miss He’s life miserable. Even I, a nobody, couldn’t stand watching it.”

Huo Junfeng turned his head, his gaze at the producer savage enough to devour him.

“President Han? Han Jingyun?” he demanded. “She was bullying Yanyan on set? You all saw it?”

The producer jumped. “Yes.”

At this point, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that He Yanzi had already been killed in the explosion—her body completely destroyed.

If she truly was Madam Huo… the producer wanted no part in the terrifying revenge that would follow.

Swallowing hard, he leaned closer to Huo Junfeng and lowered his voice. “The way President Han has been targeting Miss He on set—we all saw it clearly. We assumed she was your woman, President Huo, and that you were dissatisfied with Miss He. Especially the day you sent her to the set…”

“In short, there was real animosity between them. President Han targeting Miss He is a fact. Our crew had never worked with Miss He before and had no personal grievances with her. And if anything happened on set, this entire production would suffer…”

“President Huo, all our procedures were legal and compliant, and the props were fine. So why did the explosion still happen? And why did it happen precisely when Miss He went in? Could it be that someone wanted her dead and secretly tampered with the explosives on set?”

The more the producer spoke, the more convinced he became. “We’ve never dared to interfere with President Han’s actions on set or question her. She had immense freedom—doing anything was easy for her. You say Miss He is Madam Huo, and judging by your reaction, you have no intention of replacing her. Then is it possible that President Han made a move against Miss He in order to take her place?”

If He Yanzi were dead, Han Jingyun could become Madam Huo.

Huo Junfeng stared at the devastated ruins left behind by the explosion, his face darkening to its limit.

“Where is Han Jingyun?” he asked coldly.

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