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

Liu Xiaohong murmured and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Pang Miao's face darkened and she grabbed her arm, "What nonsense are you talking about? Yu Zeqiu has a heart disease and will not live to be twenty?"

Seeing her surprised expression, Liu Xiaohong reacted and waved her hands hastily, "No...no, I'm talking nonsense!"

"Who are you?" Pang Miao looked at the woman in front of her. She didn't look too old, but she had a lot of white hair and a haggard face. But it was not difficult to see that she should have been very beautiful when she was young.

And if you look carefully, his facial features look a bit similar to Yu Zeqiu's.

Liu Xiaohong looked at her aggressive expression and hurriedly pushed her hand away, "I have nothing to do with him! Just pretend you've never seen me!"

After saying that, she hurried away.

Pang Miao looked at her panicked back, his watery eyes darkened a bit. Did he have a heart disease since he was a child?

Thinking of how Yu Zeqiu had been in the hospital several times when she was abroad, she thought he was under too much pressure, so it turned out that he had a physical problem?

Pang Miao tried to calm down, but in high school, he never missed physical education classes and played basketball with his classmates. He didn't look sick at all.

But if you think about it carefully, he only plays for a while every time, and he has never participated in school sports meetings or basketball games.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank. She never imagined that the person she had chosen to marry, even if he was an adopted son, would actually have a heart disease.

The woman said that he would not live to be twenty, but soon he was already in his twenties.

Pang Miao thought for a while and drove to the Yanjia Villa.

After Yan Jiayi finished her run, she went to the studio and finally calmed down. The servant knocked on the door and said, "Miss Nuannuan, Miss Pang is here."

Yan Jiayi's hand movements paused, "Chenchen, where is Xixi?"

"I went out early in the morning, saying I was going to the library to look for information."

Yan Jiayi had no choice but to put down the paintbrush, got up and went downstairs.

Pang Miao saw her coming down and said with a smile: "Jiayi, I didn't disturb you by coming here suddenly, right?"

Yan Jiayi walked downstairs and looked at her politely: "What do you want to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"It will be all right."

Yan Jiayi ordered the servant to make tea and then sat on the sofa.

Pang Miao looked at her cold attitude and forced a smile, "Jiayi, I came here today because I actually want to ask you something."

Yan Jiayi looked at her calmly, "What do you want to ask?"

"Your brother was hospitalized when he was abroad, do you remember?" Pang Miao looked at her expression carefully, "Do you know what disease your brother is suffering from?"

"It's been so long that I can't remember it all."

The servant just brought the tea. Pang Miao paused for a while, pretending not to care and said, "I remember it seems to be a heart problem, right?"

"If you want to know, you can ask him. He should know his physical condition better than anyone else."

Pang Miao smiled, "Jiayi, don't get me wrong, I suddenly heard someone say today that your brother's heart seems to have been bad since he was a child, and I'm a little worried about him."

Pang Miao said with some distress: "You don't know, your brother always reports good things but not bad things when we are together. He doesn't want me to worry. But when two people are together, no matter what happens, they have to share each other's burdens. This is how we can keep going, right?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiayi's eyes dimmed a bit, "What do you want to know? It's better to communicate with him in person."

Seeing that Yan Jiayi was not getting enough, the smile on Pang Miao's face faded a bit. She took the teacup on the side, and suddenly her hand turned aside, and the tea spilled on her skirt. She said "Oops" and stood up.

Yan Jiayi also stood up, "Are you okay?"

Pang Miao lifted her skirt a little, "It's okay, it's just that my clothes are wet."

"Why don't you go back to the bedroom with me, and I'll get you some clothes."

Pang Miao shook his head, "No, I just sprinkled some tea on it. I'll just go to your brother's room and tidy it up."

Yan Jiayi had no choice but to take her upstairs.

Walking outside Yu Zeqiu's bedroom, Pang Miao looked at her with a smile, "Jiayi, if you want to be busy, go ahead and do it. I will leave after I have tidied up."

Yan Jiayi originally didn't want to deal with her anymore, and she was Yu Zeqiu's fiancée. Maybe... the two of them had already lived together when they were abroad.

Just entering his bedroom didn't seem to matter.

Yan Jiayi nodded, turned and left.

When Pang Miao saw her walking away, she opened Yu Zeqiu's bedroom. She closed the door and looked at the clean and tidy room. The whole room had the same feeling as Yu Zeqiu gave her, with a cold feeling.

There are several photo frames on the desk, all of which are photos of their family. One of them is a photo of him and Yan Jiayi.

The two of them looked young. Yan Jiayi was on his back and hugging his neck. The two of them smiled happily at the camera.

Pang Miao walked over and placed the photo frame on the table.

Such a smile has never appeared when I was around her!

She searched in the room for a long time, but couldn't find anything. When she thought of something, she called Qin Wanxin, "Mom, do you still remember Yu Zeqiu's uncle and aunt?"

"What uncles and aunts?" Qin Wanxin said dissatisfied, "I'm telling you, Yu Zeqiu doesn't have any uncles or aunts, so stop talking nonsense!"

"I have something very important to ask them now, please find a way to help me find their contact information!"

Yan Jiayi locked herself in the studio all day. When she came out in the evening, she found that there were several missed calls on her mobile phone, all of which were Zhao Muyuan.

She dialed the number and went back. As soon as the call was connected, a man's voice rang directly in front of her.

Zhao Muyuan looked at her helplessly, "Princess, you are finally done."

Yan Jiayi looked at him apologetically, "Sorry, I'm used to muting my phone when I'm drawing."

Zhao Muyuan walked up to her and looked at her with a smile, "Jiayi, it seems that I haven't been to your studio yet. What have you painted all day long? Let me see?"

Yan Jiayi pushed him, "It's just painting. Isn't there a party tonight? I'm going to change clothes."

Zhao Muyuan was pushed back two steps by her, and held her hand, "Well, then I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

Yan Jiayi nodded, withdrew her hand and returned to her room.

Zhao Muyuan looked at the closed studio door. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over. The studio door was unlocked and could be pushed open with a gentle push.

The afterglow of the setting sun was scattered in the studio along the window, and only a withered yellow leaf was painted on the middle panel.

There were several pieces of drawing paper scattered on the floor of the studio, and Zhao Muyuan walked over and picked them up.