Get a divorce! Do you really think I'm a toad?

Wolong Garden is completely silent at night, with dark clouds covering the sky covering the stars and moonlight. The mountain wind is getting stronger, and a heavy rain is threatening to come.

In the bedroom, Chu Xiaotian was still unconscious while wearing a breathing mask.

The eldest son, Sun Chu Haoran, had been at the bedside since noon. He didn't go down the mountain until an hour ago when he had some business matters to deal with.

At this moment, only the maid is guarding her master.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps in the yard.

The maid sitting beside the bed raised her eyelids, stood up and went to the window, looking out warily.

After a while, a figure sneaked past the courtyard at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The maid frowned and rushed out of the room, chasing the figure in the direction where he disappeared.

Not long after leaving, Chu Zhiqing strode into the courtyard gate and went straight to the old man's bedroom.

Looking at Chu Xiaotian who was sleeping on the bed, Chu Zhiqing had a complicated expression and called softly: "Father, are you feeling better? ...Father?"

Seeing that Chu Xiaotian had no reaction, Chu Zhiqing thought thoughtfully, bent down and gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and Chu Xiaotian's right foot was immediately exposed.

Although wearing socks, it is not difficult to see that the five toes are intact.

Chu Zhiqing held his breath and concentrated, turning his head to look at Chu Xiaotian who was still motionless. He tightened his grip on the quilt and was about to continue to lift it up. By coincidence, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Almost at the same time, the maid hurried into the bedroom.

Chu Zhiqing hurriedly put down the quilt and took out his mobile phone to answer the call.

"Hello?...Okay, okay, I'll come right away...Well, bring all the contracts with you and go for notarization tomorrow morning...Don't worry, the conditions I promised you before remain unchanged. You are still shareholders of Yongsheng Investment. .”

The maid's face was gloomy and she stared at Chu Zhiqing for a moment. It wasn't until Chu Zhiqing finished answering the phone that she said warmly: "Chairman Third, why are you here?"

Chu Zhiqing chuckled and said, "Didn't I just come out? I heard that the old man fainted from anger, so I came to take a look."

Maid: "It's getting late. You'd better go back and rest. I'm here."

Chu Zhiqing nodded: "Well, thank you for your hard work... If the old man wakes up, please notify me as soon as possible."

"Okay, I will."

Chu Zhiqing walked out of the bedroom calmly. The maid stood in front of the window, staring at his back, watching him walk out of the courtyard gate, her face particularly gloomy.

After leaving Wolong Garden, Chu Zhiqing called the driver and prepared to go to the appointment. The person who called him just now was the current major shareholder of Yongsheng Investment.

When passing by the old housekeeper's quaint courtyard, Chu Zhiqing asked the driver to stop the car, got out of the car and entered the courtyard.

The small courtyard is dark and lightless, giving people an eerie feeling.

Chu Zhiqing came to the bedroom door and pushed it gently. The door was not locked.

After entering, Chu Zhiqing turned on the light, looked around, and opened the desk drawer. It was empty.

Immediately, Chu Zhiqing looked through the bedside table and the inconspicuous wooden wardrobe in the corner.

The moment he opened the wardrobe, a spiritual tablet suddenly appeared in front of him, with the four words "Beloved Wife Xu Jiao" written on it.

Chu Zhiqing's expression couldn't help but be weird for a moment. He remembered that Butler Wang's wife was not named Xu Jiao.

But many years ago, Butler Wang cheated on a country woman, and was later discovered by Butler Wang's son and burned to death. It is precisely because of this incident that the father and son have not reconciled to this day... Probably, the country woman is called Xu Jiao, right?

Chu Zhiqing thought, picked up the spiritual tablet and looked at it. Unintentionally, he found that there was an extremely inconspicuous gap in the base of the spiritual tablet. He tried to pull it out, and the base was pulled open like a small box, and a piece of two pieces fell out. In the photo, there is a little boy about five or six years old wearing a tattered vest.

Chu Zhiqing's eyes suddenly lit up and he muttered: "Is there such a thing? Haha..."

He seemed to recognize who the little boy was.

But as for the old housekeeper's strange disappearance, it still puzzled him.

In any case, the acquisition of Yongsheng Investment is the top priority. It is not too late to confirm many things in the future. Being too hasty will be detrimental to the overall situation.

Chu Zhiqing put the coffin back to its original place, closed the wardrobe, and then left the courtyard and went to the teahouse he had made an appointment with the shareholder.

However, what he didn't know was that just as he left, a figure walked out of the side room of the small courtyard.

Almost at the same time, a bolt of lightning tore through the dark sky.

"Boom!"

The small courtyard illuminated by electric lights was bright. The figure standing under the eaves had a standard French face.

Laughing in the dark.

…………

Half past two in the morning.

With a burst of lightning and thunder, Chu Yuxuan woke up from his nightmare, sitting on the bed and gasping for air.

Zhao Yanan drowsily rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up and hugged Chu Yuxuan: "Honey, are you having a nightmare?"

Chu Yuxuan was restless. After taking a few breaths, he held Zhao Yanan's hand and said "hmm" softly.

Zhao Yanan leaned on his shoulder, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and asked with concern: "It's so good, why are you having nightmares? Is it because you have been watching horror movies with me these past two days?"

Chu Yuxuan shook his head, opened his thin lips and said, "I dreamed that Chu Zhiqing... oh, it's just a dream, it's just a dream..."

Zhao Yanan kissed him on the face and said with a smile: "You, you usually ignore him, but in fact, I can see that you still care about him very much... Okay, let's go take a bath. My whole body is covered in sweat and it stinks so much.”

Chu Yuxuan curled his lips and pinched his wife's face lovingly: "Honey, I'm so tired, can you help me wash it?"

"I hate it..." Zhao Yanan slapped him on the back: "I'm not sweating. Go quickly and wash yourself."

Chu Yuxuan said without hesitation: "Then I can find a way to make you sweat a little?"

"Oh! It's so late at night, do you want to be shameless? Go, go, stop making trouble..."

Chu Yuxuan smiled evilly for a while, held his wife's face and kissed her for a long time, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After a while, Chu Yuxuan's cell phone rang on the bedside table.

Zhao Yanan took the phone and saw that it was Chu Haoran.

There must be something important to call at this hour.

Zhao Yanan thought for a moment and answered the phone: "Brother."

Chu Haoran sounded anxious: "Brother and sister, where is Yuxuan?"

"He's taking a shower."

"Get him on the phone quickly!"

Zhao Yanan suddenly had an ominous premonition and hurriedly got out of bed. While walking to the bathroom, she couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what happened?"

Chu Haoran was silent for a moment and said: "Brothers and sisters, please be mentally prepared first. My brother-in-law... had an accident an hour ago and drowned."

Zhao Yanan, who had reached the bathroom door, suddenly stopped and dropped the phone in her hand to the ground.

When Chu Yuxuan heard the noise outside, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing the panic on his wife's face and the note on the cell phone that fell on the ground still showed "Chu Haoran", the young master's heart trembled and he hurriedly picked up the cell phone: "Brother, what's the matter?"

At the same time, Zhao Yanan hugged him tightly and suddenly started crying.