At night, the servants in the banquet mansion had already fallen asleep, and the busy ones were still busy, but they all kept quiet.

Since the death of Butler Li, the entire Yan Mansion has fallen into an extremely depressing silence.

All servants usually tiptoe everything they do, and they don’t even dare to breathe loudly.

I'm afraid of causing dissatisfaction from my master.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot broke through the silence of the entire banquet mansion.

The newly promoted butler clearly heard the gunshots coming from the study, and now the only one in the study is Mr. Yan!

An unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart, and he bravely broke into the study. What he saw was Mr. Yan lying on the rocking chair, and his pistol that was hanging under his palm in the air.

When he saw the bloody bloody hole on Mr. Yan's forehead, the housekeeper staggered and fell to the ground. After a few seconds, a miserable scream broke out!

Mr. Yan is dead.

He ended his life with a gun.

It is said that when he died, his eyes were staring at the pendulum clock on the wall, and he was holding a photo of Li Yue in his hand.

When he heard the bad news, Fang Ti sat on the bed and couldn't recover for a long time.

When the old man from Lunnian asked her to confirm Li Yue's death, she admitted that she was actually vengeful when she answered, but she just wanted to make him suffer and never thought that he would die!

After all, he was Yan Zhihuai's biological father after all.

She never expected that he chose to commit suicide that night after confirming that Li Yue was dead.

Now that she heard the bad news about him, she didn't know what she should feel.

After a long silence, Fang Ti suddenly remembered Yan Zhihuai, who was so quiet next to her, "Honey..."

Yan Zhihuai turned around, reached out to stroke her hair scattered on her face, and said softly, "Titi, I need to go out. Are you going to sleep by yourself tonight?"

Fang Ti nodded, but immediately grabbed his wrist nervously again, "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

He pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then got up and went out.

Looking at his back as he left, Fang Ti clasped the bed sheets under her, and knew very well that tonight would be a long sleepless night.

Yan Zhihuai walked for a whole week.

It was not until Mr. Yan’s funeral that Fang Ti saw him again.

That day, it started drizzling in the world.

Yan Zhihuai held a black umbrella in his hand, wearing a fitted black suit, and the expression on his face looked indifferent.

But if it was an illusion, she always felt that he seemed to have lost weight.

Compared to Yan Zhihuai's indifferentness, Yan Zhirong looked more like a son who had just lost his father.

He knelt in front of the grave, holding the tombstone with regret and crying loudly.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have quarreled with you before! It was my son who was unfilial, which made you go alone with anger! Dad, my son knows that he was wrong, come back! When you come back and beat me and scold me, I admit it! Dad--"

His sad cry echoed in the huge cemetery.

The rain rustled on him, soaking him all wet.

Perhaps his appearance seemed too sad, which made others feel sad and sobbed.

Not far from Fang Ti, Yan Hongna was holding a tissue in her hand, her eyes and nose were crying red.

But Fang Ti couldn't cry at all.

As soon as she remembers the harm that Mr. Yan had caused to Yan Zhihuai and the unavoidable responsibility for President Chen's death, she couldn't cry.

But the mood is still mixed and indescribable.

She looked up at the man beside her, and Yan Zhihuai stared at the photo of Mr. Yan on the tombstone with clear eyes, her thin lips pursed tightly.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently wrapped his fist.

His fists were originally clenched tightly, but after feeling her touch, it became stiff. After a few seconds, the man's tense body slowly relaxed, and his clenched fists also loosened, and he silently held her hand.

well--

In the wind and rain, the sound of sighs seemed to float away.

As soon as he came out of the cemetery, Huo Zhaoxun hurried towards them, his face full of solemn expression.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhihuai paused and asked.

Huo Zhaoxun glanced at Yan Zhirong's family with a far-suffix, and lowered his voice and said, "Ren Qingxi is crazy."

Fang Ti was slightly stunned.

But it's not surprising.

The more obsessed Mr. Yan has with Li Yue, the more obsessed Mr. Ren Qingxi has with Mr. Yan.

After Mr. Yan confirmed the news of Li Yue's death, he no longer had any memories of the world and chose to end his life.

Huo Zhaoxun said that after learning about Mr. Yan's death, Ren Qingxi sat in the detention room without eating or drinking. After three days, all his hair turned gray and his spirits were completely unhappy.

"She no longer recognizes people, and her memory is in chaos. I have asked someone to identify them. She is really crazy."

Yan Zhihuai's eyes were cold, "Since you're crazy, let's take her to where she should stay."

Huo Zhaoxun understood and nodded, "Okay, I'll make some arrangements."

It seems that Ren Qingxi will spend the rest of his life in a madhouse.

After the funeral, their lives returned to normal. In addition to the wedding, which was originally scheduled to be delayed in mid-May, Yan Zhihuai also became more silent than before.

After all, Mr. Yan is his biological father, and he may have been doing this before.


Chapter completed!