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

Yu Wei met his gaze and nodded.

On the way to the mountainside villa, no one spoke.

Yu Wei called Song Qinghe again, but no one answered. Yan Wenzhou held her hand and said, "Yu Wei, don't be afraid, I will stay with you."

Yu Wei withdrew her hand, put the phone aside, and forced herself to calm down.

The car drove into the villa, Yu Wei opened the car door, and when she got out of the car, she realized that her legs were weak, and Yan Wenzhou supported her.

Yu Wei squeezed his arm tightly, forcing herself to stand still.

Walking into the house, there are still many blessing characters hanging in the living room. The joy of the New Year has not dissipated, but it looks deserted.

Although most of the villa’s servants were on holiday during the Chinese New Year, there were obviously two of them left, so why is there no one now?

Because she was too nervous, Yu Wei's stomach ached a little. She held on to the handrail on the side and walked up the steps countless times. It was extremely difficult for her to walk up the stairs at this moment.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Thinking of Song Qinghe suddenly wanting to see Yan Wenzhou yesterday, and thinking of what Song Qinghe said to her, Yu Wei's heart sank completely.

In fact, Song Qinghe has been waiting for Yan Wenzhou to come back.

Yan Wenzhou noticed something strange about her and held her waist, "Yu Wei, sit next to her for a while. I'll go up and take a look first."

Yu Wei shook her head, "I'll go with you."

Yan Wenzhou had no choice but to support her and walk step by step to the second floor and outside their bedroom door.

"Boom boom boom!"

Yu Wei knocked on the door, but no one responded, so she knocked a few more times.

Yan Wenzhou stopped her and opened the door directly.

The curtains in the room were opened and sunlight filtered in. Yu Wei thought that Song Qinghe had said that she didn't like cloudy days, so Yan Tingsong specially arranged a room with Chaoyang for her.

When the sun rises, there will be sunlight falling in the room. When the weather is good, there will be sunlight in the room all day long.

When he saw the two people lying on the bed fully clothed, Yan Wenzhou's heart sank.

Yu Wei saw Song Qinghe nestled in Yan Tingsong's arms, as if asleep, and walked in quickly, "Mom..."

There was no reaction from the person on the bed.

"Mom, please wake up..." Yu Wei's voice was trembling. She wanted to touch her, but Yan Wenzhou pulled her into his arms. Yu Wei closed her eyes in pain.

He looked at the man in a suit and tie on the bed. Although he had expected such an ending, Yan Wenzhou still felt a pain in his heart when he saw Yan Tingsong lying on the bed like this.

From beginning to end, in this man's heart, his so-called son was just an insignificant role.

He hated him so much, but he never thought about wanting him to die.

On the bedside table, there was a photo of the four of them together, with a letter underneath.

Yan Wenzhou took the letter, hugged Yu Wei, and took her out of the room. He happened to meet Gao Li, who had just come out of the detention center. When he saw the two people, he shouted respectfully, "Yan Wenzhou" Mr. Yu.”

"The banquet director has made arrangements for his and his wife's funeral a long time ago." Gao Li said in a formal manner, "The cemetery has also been selected. They will be buried together. He hopes you can understand."

Yan Wenzhou came back to his senses, "Is it that important whether I understand or not?"

Yu Wei touched her belly, her face was a little pale, and tears fell helplessly down her cheeks. She thought of what Song Qinghe said to her yesterday, and what Yan Tingsong specifically called her to say to her.

Unexpectedly, these were their last words.

She knew that Song Qinghe had been gritting her teeth and persisting, and she had been trying to find a way to reduce Song Qinghe's pain and allow her to live a little longer, even for one day.

She should have noticed it a long time ago.

Feeling a little tight in her stomach, Yu Wei held onto the wall beside her. Yan Wenzhou noticed something was wrong with her expression and took her downstairs.

Yu Wei sat on the sofa, and in a daze, she seemed to be able to see Song Qinghe sitting not far away, looking at her tenderly. Yu Wei stretched out her hand to touch something, but there was nothing.

Yan Wenzhou let her lean into his arms, "Cry if you want."

"I should have called her mother earlier." Yu Wei whispered, "I shouldn't have left so early yesterday. I should have stayed with her a little longer."

Yan Wenzhou hugged her gently, his expression a little numb, "Yu Wei, as long as he is with her, she will not be lonely."

No one in the Yan family dared to tell Madam Yan about Tingsong's suicide.

When Yan Tingsong was in the first year of junior high school, he once mentioned to the old lady that there were new drugs abroad and he wanted to take Song Qinghe abroad for treatment for a period of time.

Mrs. Yan didn't expect that he would leave the country so quickly, and she was still mumbling why she didn't even say hello.

On the day the two people were buried, it started to snow lightly, and the entire imperial capital was completely white.

Seeing the photo of the two of them on the tombstone, Yu Wei couldn't recover. Song Qinghe had been talking to her so gently a few days ago, but now she could only lie on the cold ground.

A thin layer of snow soon fell in front of the tombstone, and Yan Wenzhou held an umbrella for her.

I don't know how long she stood there before Yu Wei suddenly said, "Yan Wenzhou, if you want to cry, you can cry."

Yan Wenzhou had been very calm since the two of them passed away together, but she knew that he must also be very sad. In less than a year, he lost his mother and father.

Although these parents were not that competent, she knew how much he cared about them.

Yan Wenzhou looked at the peaceful man on the tombstone and said, "This is the path he chose. I have nothing to cry about."

Because he was never the chosen one.

Back at the mountainside villa, Yu Wei's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

All the furniture in the villa had been covered with white cloth, and the villa was deserted. Yu Wei went upstairs and looked at the terrace on the second floor.

It seems that Song Qinghe can still be seen sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the tree in front of him.

Now she should be able to fly wherever she wants like those birds.

"Weiwei." Song Qinghe sat there, looking at her gently, "my good daughter."

Yu Wei covered her heart and shouted silently, "Mom."

She walked into the bedroom of the two of them and looked at the group photo. Song Qinghe and Yan Tingsong looked at each other softly. She suddenly understood why Yan Tingsong proposed to take this group photo at that time.

Leaving the villa in the middle of the mountain, Yu Wei watched the villa in the rearview mirror getting further and further away until it disappeared. Tears blurred her vision, and she seemed to see Song Qinghe's smiling face disappearing little by little.

Yan Tingsong's sudden death naturally caused a lot of turmoil in the Yan Group. Yan Tingzheng did not expect that he had finally found evidence and could send Yan Tingsong to prison. As a result, he died suddenly.

Yan Tingsong left a will, leaving the shares in his name to Yan Wenzhou, and a part of the inheritance to the child in Yu Wei's belly.

Yu Wei contacted Yan Wenzhou and asked him to take time to go through the procedures with her and get back the inheritance he had left to her.

Yan Wenzhou wanted to talk to her face to face, so Yu Wei called people to the Yan Group.

Sitting in the office, looking at the man sitting on the sofa like a guest, Yu Wei's face darkened a little, "What else is there to talk about?"