Chapter 428 - Deep Love (1) (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Following the public outrage that day, Nan Zhi took the initiative and got up to leave the funeral hall. She did not want to put Mu Sihan in an awkward position, and she did not want to let the Old Madam leave uneasy and not be able to rest in peace.

When the Old Madam was buried, it started to drizzle lightly.

Xue’er fainted once again from crying, and the guests left one by one. Mu Sihan and Yi Fan were the only ones left standing in front of the tombstone.

Yi Fan held a large black umbrella over Mu Sihan’s head, standing quietly behind him.

Mu Sihan had buried the Old Madam with his adopted father.

Self-blame, regret, hate… and many more emotions surfaced within him as he stared at the two black-and-white photos on the tombstones. However, the strongest emotions he felt was a heavy sense of helplessness and blankness.

All the people that were nice to him never seemed to have a good ending.

There was a sentence written in Ye Qing’s diary once, that when the two of them were born, Ye Qing had been deemed the blessed child, while he was deemed as the jinx. That was why his biological parents never liked him since he was young.

They had always nurtured him as Ye Qing’s shadow.

Yi Fan answered a call, and he said softly to the man in front of him when he finished the call, “Young Master, there’s a new revelation to the thing that you’re investigating. The Old Madam’s death was indeed as you had suspected. There are similarities with Miss Nan’s uncle’s death back then.”

Mu Sihan froze.

He had seen the entire video of the Old Madam meeting Nan Zhi, then having a heart attack.

No one had appeared to a.s.sa.s.sinate her, nor was she poisoned. Her emotions only spiked after Nan Zhi left, as if something had aggravated her badly, before she collapsed.

What was this sort of murdering method that was so silent and unsuspecting that no one could notice?

“You leave first. I want to accompany Father and Grandma for a while longer.”

Mu Sihan did not take the umbrella. Dressed in full black, he knelt in the rain. His hair and shoulders were eventually drenched by the rain.

…

Nan Zhi came alone not too long after Yi Fan left.

She stood not too far away from the man. Her heart was soft and sad as she stared at the man’s handsome but slim side profile.

She picked up the big umbrella that was thrown behind him, and held it over him.

He did not turn back, probably knowing that it was her behind him. Instead, he said, “There was a problem with the Old Madam’s heart. I had already found a suitable heart for her, and she may have lived another ten years if the operation had been successful.”

He stared at the Old Madam’s photo on the tombstone. His voice was extremely low with dejection and heaviness, as if it was projected from the depths of his throat.

He had never been afraid of anything in the business industry, eliminating anyone that did not accept him.

However, in front of those that were close to his heart, it hadn’t been enough.

He wasn’t able to protect them.

Nan Zhi crouched down, kneeling beside him. A thin layer of moisture covered her almond-shaped eyes as she stared at his tensed expression, “You’ve already knelt here for a very long time. I’m sure Grandma and your father won’t want to see you like this. Come on, let’s go back. You should take a shower, eat something then have a good rest.”

Mu Sihan finally turned towards her. He did not say anything, as he got up slowly.

He took the large umbrella from her and held it above their heads.

As they were about to leave, he noticed a figure moving in the dense woods not too far away.

He had been kneeling in front of the tombstone for almost two hours, yet he did not notice anyone hiding around. If that person did not move accidentally, he might not have noticed it either.

It was most probably a professional.

He thought about Grandma’s death…

Mu Sihan’s expression darkened, as he grabbed Nan Zhi’s wrist, as she was ready to walk ahead.

Nan Zhi froze. She felt the stiffness in his grip on her wrist. His grip was like an iron vice.

It was completely quiet around them, and they could only hear the sound of raindrops falling on the big umbrella, and their heavy breathing.