She looked back at the doctor behind her, "Are you going to the basement?"

"Mrs. Fu, this ......"

The doctor stopped talking, his face full of guilt.

It was almost an instantaneous weightlessness when bungee jumping was high, a heart was rising, and a sense of suffocation swept over.

The elevator doors opened, and you were greeted by a cold, lifeless corridor.

Yan Mu reached out to pull Fu Chen's sleeve, with a panicked face.

"What kind of place is this? Fu Chen, you tell them, can you take me to see my father first? ”

"Don't be afraid. Fu Chen looked down at Yan Mu, and the distress and guilt in his eyes at the moment were undoubtedly more terrifying than anything.

The doctor and the dean bowed deeply: "Mrs. Fu, we are sorry. ”

Yan Mu retreated, and in his empty eyes, there was a fear that quickly overflowed.

"No, no, I'm not here to listen to this, I'm going to come and see my father. ”

She paused, then quickly approached the doctor, trembling in her voice.

"Is it because I want to take him back to Seoul, it's okay, I won't take it anymore, I'll leave him here, just stay here for treatment, so it's okay. ”

Fu Chen strode close to her, wanting to take her hand and pause in mid-air.

"Xiao Mu, calm down, the doctor has done his best, let's take Dad back first, okay." ”

"You go away!" Yan Mu turned around abruptly and pushed him away fiercely, his eyes instantly full of scarlet.

"He's not your father! He's not! You don't care, he's obviously fine, you obviously say he's fine, why do you say he's not here now! You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense!"

Yan Mu shook off her hand and grabbed her hand again, and walked inside uncontrollably.

"Did you hide him here, did you put him here to lie to me, hurry up and send him back to the ward! You murder, I will sue you for murder!"

Uncle Zhou's eyes were full of heartache, and he stopped Fu Chen, who entered the morgue with Yan Mu.

"Young master, the young lady is already like this, let her see how she can bear it. ”

Fu Chen pushed his hand away, pulled Yan Mu and walked in.

"She has to face it, people have to take it away, and after today, all that awaits her is a jar of ashes. ”

The white cloth was lifted, and the old man's face turned pale.

Yan Mu's indignant struggle stopped instantly, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, staring at the person on the bed motionlessly.

She was like a puppet nailed to the ground, except for the saltiness that surged out of her eyes, she didn't move at all, and her face was dull.

There was a long silence like death, and with a "bang", his knees fell unconsciously.

"Dad. ”

She opened her mouth softly, her face completely hollow.

Fu Chen didn't say a word, and knelt down beside her in silence.

He signed it, took the body, cremated it, and brought it back to Seoul to prepare for the funeral.

For two days and two nights, she never shed a single tear or say a word.

The Yan family's villa has long since changed hands, and Fu Chen sent someone to clean up the imperial garden and use it as a funeral venue.

He pushed all the affairs of the company and wanted to handle the funeral for her, but he couldn't help her to do everything herself.

The people who mourned one after another, and now that the Yan family is declining, they are all looking at Fu Chen's Imperial Garden, and they are coming to the face of the Fu family.

The stepmother and Yan Yu answered outside, Yan Mu was busy all morning, and finally lost the strength and stayed alone in the mourning hall.

Outside the door, a deep male voice sounded: "Can I put incense on Mr. Yan?"

Yan Mu looked up, and he saw a tall young man.

He was dressed in black, and bowed politely in the face of Yan Mu.

Yan Mu nodded, and motioned for him to come in with his eyes.

Noticing her slightly cautious look, he politely identified himself.

"I am a business friend of Mr. Fu, Jin Heng, the president of Jin Wen Group. ”

Yan Mu withdrew his gaze, still nodding politely, not responding, and a touch of bitterness overflowed in his heart.

's father used to be a capable person in the shopping mall, but now he is going west, but he completely relies on the relationship of the Fu family to support the scene.

Yan Mu didn't pay much attention to him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes until the sound of the man's forehead hitting the ground sounded for the third time.

She hadn't spoken for many days, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse and jerky.

"Kneel three times and bow nine times is what your dear children should do, and Mr. Jin doesn't have to make such a big gift. ”

Hearing this, the man got up and looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, maybe I've been outside for a long time, and I'm not familiar with domestic etiquette." ”

His gaze fell on Yan Mu's body for a long time, and although he got up, he did not leave.

Yan Mu was not very comfortable with him, and said, "Thank you for your condolences, please sit outside." ”

He was still not in a hurry to leave: "If you can marry such an excellent man as Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu must be doing well now, right?"

Yan Mu's face was a little alienated: "It's all good." Sorry, this is my father's funeral hall, I need to be quiet, and it is inconvenient to talk to my husband more. ”

"The deceased is gone, please mourn and be happy. ”

Jin Heng bowed slightly and left the mourning hall.

Yan Mu finally spoke to Fu Chen on the evening of the third day, when Fu Chen accompanied her to take back her father's urn and returned to the Imperial Garden.

"Let's get a divorce. ”

This was the first thing she said to Fu Chen for three whole days.

She handed him a document, her face calm, and her voice was unconcerned.

Fu Chen's thick eyebrows were tied in a dead knot. "Why?"

The document handed out was not taken, and Yan Mu put it on the table.

Her voice was soft, so light that it was distressing.

"My father is gone, and I want to think about my future life. ”

"I'll treat you well. ”

Fu Chen's eyes were surging with dark waves, and it was not like this was coming out of his mouth, but it was sincere.

Yan Mu gently pushed the documents on the table in front of him, and her voice was still extraordinarily calm.

"You know, it's just a deal, my heart isn't with you, and you're the same. ”

Fu Chen's hand was on the document, his knuckled fingers were white at the moment, and his eyes were a little cold.

At this time, he didn't want to hurt her the most, but he couldn't keep himself silent.

"The heart is not with me, is it with him?"

Yan Mu took a soft breath: "If you must want an answer, that is." ”

The man on the sofa got up in an instant, close to her face, and his eyes were full of heat: "He is not worthy of your love." ”

Yan Mu's eyes suddenly flushed, and a smile appeared on his face: "Who knows? ”

She glanced at the papers on the table and strode out the door.

Behind him was the sound of the paper being rudely torn apart in an instant, and the man's angry roar: "Cross the river and tear down the bridge, Yanmu, don't even think about it!"

Outside the door, Du Yunqian's car was already waiting there.

He got out of the car, opened the door for Yan Mu, waited for her to get in, and then went back to the driver's seat.

His gaze swept over the extremely noble and huge imperial garden, and his face at the moment was no longer a little arrogant and proud.

The woman of Fu Chen, the president of the dignified Fu Group and the richest man in Seoul, is not still in the hands of him Du Yunqian?