Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

"do not want!"

Yan Wenzhou shouted and flew towards her, but he could only watch helplessly as the bullet penetrated her temple.

With trembling hands, he hugged Shen Meiling's falling body.

Shen Meiling closed her eyes, as if she was asleep. Yan Wenzhou kept wiping the gushing blood and covering the muzzle of the gun, but the blood quickly stained her cheeks red.

Yu Wei sat on the sofa, her whole body a little stiff. Although she hated Shen Meiling and wanted her to die, she never thought that Shen Meiling would leave in such a tragic way.

Seeing Yan Wenzhou half-kneeling on the ground, not moving for a long time, Yu Wei felt a sting in her heart.

Soon a group of bodyguards rushed into the living room, and Yan Tingsong walked in from the outside. He motioned for someone to come forward and help Yu Wei loosen her bonds.

His eyes swept over Yan Wenzhou, a little surprised. When he saw Shen Meiling being held in his arms, there was not much expression on her stern face.

The living room was filled with the smell of blood. Yan Wenzhou's back was turned to Yu Wei, so Yu Wei couldn't see his expression.

Yan Tingsong looked at Yu Wei and said, "Qinghe is waiting for you outside."

Yu Wei looked at him in surprise, "Is she okay?"

Yan Tingsong nodded.

Thinking of the abnormality in the morning, Yu Wei slowly realized that the wedding was just a bait.

Yu Wei glanced at Yan Wenzhou again before leaving the living room.

The bodyguards left one after another.

Yan Tingsong walked to Yan Wenzhou and stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, "Wenzhou, put her down, she is dead."

"Do not touch me."

Yan Wenzhou's voice was cold. He glanced at Shen Meiling again. She was still so elegant and delicate, but she would never open her eyes again.

Closing his eyes, all he could think of was the hatred and despair in her eyes.

Yan Tingsong took back his hand, "She deserves what she has today."

Yan Wenzhou squeezed the palm of his hand tightly. He gently put Shen Meiling on the ground, stood up, grabbed Yan Tingsong's collar, his eyes were scarlet, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You are the most unqualified person in the world to say The person who said this!”

Yan Tingsong's expression relaxed a little, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Wenzhou, I gave her a chance, but she has always refused to let go."

"So, now that she is dead, do you still not feel the slightest regret for her in your heart?" Yan Wenzhou tightened his collar, "In your eyes, in these years, who does she mean, and who do I mean? She died Now, won’t you even shed a tear for her?”

"In the beginning, if it weren't for her, Qinghe would not have suffered those inhuman treatments." Yan Tingsong said in a calm voice, "My guilt for her disappeared the moment I learned the truth."

Yan Wenzhou let go of his hand. How could he forget that this man only had Song Qinghe in his eyes, and others were not important to him at all.

But why was she the one who died, and not Yan Tingsong, the culprit?

"Just go away, she won't want to see you."

She no longer wanted to see even him.

"Wenzhou, if she dies, Yu Wei's life experience will never be revealed."

"I let you go!"

When Yu Wei walked out of the villa, she saw Song Qinghe sitting in a wheelchair. Song Qinghe was relieved when he saw Yu Wei coming out of it.

She stretched out her hand to Yu Wei, "Wei Wei, I thought I heard a gunshot just now. Are you okay?"

Yu Wei couldn't help pinching herself again, it hurt. This was not her dream. Shen Meiling really shot herself, and Song Qinghe was not shot and killed by Wen Siya.

Yu Wei walked over quickly, leaned over and hugged Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe subconsciously hugged her back and patted her back gently, "Weiwei, what's wrong? Are you scared? Don't be afraid, I'll take you home right now."

Tears fell down Yu Wei's cheeks. It was obvious that Song Qinghe was still alive and well, and it was obvious that Shen Meiling finally got her comeuppance. However, thinking of Yan Wenzhou's lonely back, Yu Wei could not feel happy and was even sad.

No matter how many wrong things Shen Meiling has done, she will always be Yan Wenzhou's mother.

From then on, he never had a mother.

"Weiwei, stop crying, I'm here."

Yu Wei couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Soon, Yan Tingsong walked out of the villa. He walked up to the two of them and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Yu Wei shook her head, she wanted to wait for Yan Wenzhou.

Yan Tingsong sighed, "Wenzhou still has to prepare for Shen Meiling's funeral, and he won't leave for the time being."

When Song Qinghe heard this, he looked at Yan Tingsong in surprise. Yan Tingsong walked up to her and held her shoulders. Song Qinghe was a little confused and didn't believe it.

Yu Wei couldn't help but look at the villa behind him. There was light coming out of the villa, but it seemed particularly lonely.

Yu Wei wanted to go in to find him, but the words Shen Meiling said before committing suicide flashed in her mind, and she finally left the villa with Yan Tingsong.

Sitting in the car, watching the villa getting further and further away in the rearview mirror, Yu Wei couldn't help but cover her heart. It felt like something was getting further and further away from her, but she couldn't catch anything.

Early the next morning, the Shen Group's official Weibo posted an obituary, announcing that the group's leader, Shen Meiling, had died unexpectedly and the funeral would be held a day later.

What shocked everyone was that the obituary was signed by Yan Wenzhou, who had "passed away".

Yu Wei was sitting in the consulting room, looking at the obituary on her phone, a little lost in thought. The ringtone of her phone interrupted her thoughts.

Meng Zhiyao's anxious voice came over, "Weiwei, Yan Wenzhou is not dead!"

"He is indeed not dead."

"You already knew?"

"Ah."

No wonder Weiwei's mood has improved a lot since she came back from relaxing. It turns out that Yan Wenzhou is not dead after all.

"Why are you like Gu Tingsen? You all know it and hide it all from me!"

"Zhi Yao, everything happens for a reason."

"Forget it, in your eyes, I don't need to know anything." Meng Zhiyao's voice was muffled, "I also want to go out and relax."

Yu Wei thought of something and advised her, "Zhiyao, don't act impulsively."

Meng Zhiyao said helplessly: "Weiwei, I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing. Don't always treat me like a child. I'm obviously the same age as you, okay?"

Yu Wei leaned back in her chair, feeling a little sad, "Anyway, before you do anything, you must think clearly to make sure you won't regret it in the future."

Meng Zhiyao said nonchalantly: "Just take it one step at a time. Today, you only want to worry about today's things. Leave tomorrow's worries to tomorrow. Otherwise, life will be very tiring."

The airport announcement rang, and Meng Zhiyao hung up the phone in a hurry.

Shen Meiling's sudden death caused a lot of turmoil on the Internet. All kinds of conspiracy theories popped up and spread very mysteriously.

In the evening, Yu Wei went to the Mid-level Villa.

Many bodyguards were removed outside the villa.

Yu Wei walked into the living room and saw Song Qinghe and Yan Tingsong busy in the kitchen. After taking the medicine, Song Qinghe's physical condition improved visibly.

Yan Tingsong saw Yu Wei and walked out. He glanced at Song Qinghe, who was still busy, and took Yu Wei to the side hall.

"Qinghe's physical condition is much better than before." Yan Tingsong looked at Yu Wei puzzled, "What's going on?"