That night, Fu Siqing slept in Jiang Xinyi's room.

After accumulating words for more than ten years, I wanted to say them, complaining, painful, gratifying, and happy, but Fu Siqing only held her hand tightly and couldn't say anything.

Mother and daughter hugged each other, and silence was better than sound at this time.

"Sisi, you can marry the same, I really die without regrets. He's something I watched grow up with, he's good, he's capable, and he really loves you. Jiang Xinyi touched her hair, full of relief: "Yiran's parents and I have also been friends for many years, they are very kind, and they treat you well, I am very relieved." ”

Fu Siqing didn't say anything, just listened to her slowly.

"Do you know? When Jiang Rongzhi was born, Jiang Rongzhi had to order a baby with me. But at that time, I was not married, and I didn't know whether to give birth to a boy or a girl, so how could I agree to her? Perhaps, your fate with Yiran started since childhood......"

Fu Siqing clinged to Jiang Xinyi, listened to her talking, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Fu Yiran sat on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, handling some of the company's affairs.

There was a knock on the door.

He got up and opened the door, "Aunt Xin, haven't slept yet?"

"Sisi is asleep, you can carry her back. ”

"Good. ”

As soon as Fu Yiran's front foot came out, Jiang Xinyi said softly: "How did you think about the plan to acquire Ling Mei?"

"Don't worry, Aunt Xin, wait until you get better......"

"Too, promise me, buy it as soon as possible! Count it the last time I beg you, otherwise I really won't be at ease. Jiang Xinyi said, handing Fu Yiran an envelope, "After I leave, you will hand it over to Sisi." ”

"Good. Fu Siqing took the envelope, was silent for a few seconds, didn't say anything more, and carried Fu Siqing back to the room.

Fu Yiran sat on the floor, his hands on his knees, and watched her lie on the bed and sleep soundly.

After that, he was the only one left in her world.

Fu Yiran didn't feel sleepy at all, and sat in a daze for a long time, feeling that his legs were numb.

With his long arms outstretched, he grabbed his phone from the sofa, flipped through the photo album, and swiped through one photo after another that he had taken secretly in his study at home.

It is a share transfer letter of Chengan Group.

Fu Cheng'an, Fu Minghui.

There is still no news from Han Zeyu's side, and it has been the third day.

"Preparing to acquire Lingmei Group. He sent a message to Han Zeyu.

"Okay. ”

"How's the investigation going?"

"Still no news. ”

"What the hell is going on, when did they get so inefficient?!"

"Wait. ”

Fu Yiran's heart was restless, and he couldn't wait, "There will be no news tomorrow, I will go to the internal base in person." ”

Han Zeyu didn't reply to him.

At 1:40 a.m., Fu Yiran turned off his mobile phone and went to bed.

Fu Siqing got up early, made seafood porridge, and chatted with Jiang Xinyi at the dining table.

When Fu Yiran went downstairs, they were almost finished.

"Breakfast is left for you in the pot and you eat it yourself. Fu Siqing came over and hugged him, with a smile on his face, "I'm going to take my mother to Songda today, do you want to go shopping together?"

"I have something in my company, you guys go and call me if there's anything. ”

"Okay. ”

After Fu Yiran waited for the two of them to leave, he went upstairs to change his clothes, received a call from Han Zeyu, and went directly to the Fu Group.

"This is the acquisition plan of Lingmei Group. "Han Zeyu has always been very concerned about this matter, so he is very efficient.

"Getting to the point. Fu Yiran casually flipped through it and put it on the corner of the table.

"Someone must have deliberately suppressed what happened eight years ago. Han Zeyu opened the email and handed it to him, "Here are some fragmentary news and reports collected. ”

Fu Yiran took the iPad from him.

In the email, there is a news report that Chengan Group was investigated for economic crimes, as well as the news of the seized real estate.

"That's it?"

"That's all there is for the time being, it's all on the surface. Han Zeyu took the iPad and was also deeply skeptical: "It stands to reason that it was all news of the year, and there is no reason why I can't find any news on the Internet." ”

But in fact, there is not even the name "Fu Chengan" on the Internet, and you can't search for "Chengan Group".

It's as if it never existed.

Seeing that Fu Yiran didn't speak for a long time, Han Zeyu sat opposite, looked at him, and asked, "You guys are doing well now, why do you have to care about what happened a few years ago?"

"I just want to know the truth. ”

"You're sick!" Han Zeyu picked up the purchase book on the table, "If you don't enjoy a good life, you have to be idle to find out the meaningless truth a few years ago." Perhaps, your so-called truth will destroy everything you have now like a bomb. ”

"You don't have to worry about it, keep me informed when there's news. ”

"Got it, then I'm going to get busy. ”

What Fu Yiran is most afraid of is like what Han Zeyu just said. If we don't understand the truth of those days, maybe a happy life will be ruined one day.

He couldn't imagine what would happen then.

So, taking advantage of the present, he must eliminate all the impossible factors.

Especially when he saw the share transfer letter of Cheng'an Group, it made him more eager to dig out the truth.

The message worth "one million" in the drawer, he hadn't opened it yet.

Enter the combination lock and pull open the drawer.

After staring at the kraft paper for a long time, Fu Yiran opened it and took out the photos and half a newspaper inside.

He froze.

The men in the photo are Fu Minghui and Fu Chengan.

In court, Fu Minghui served as a witness to accuse the defendant Fu Chengan of embezzling public funds and embezzling government funds, and accused Fu Chengan of buying homicide in order to conceal the facts.

The truth he has always wanted to dig out is that his father accused Fu Siqing's father.

His chest seemed to be clenched as if something was clenched, and he clenched his fists, unable to digest the truth.

A few years ago.

Fu Group faced an economic crisis, crumbling, and almost fell to the point of bankruptcy and liquidation in the hands of Fu Minghui.

At that time, Fu Minghui didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Forget it, Dad is old and doesn't want to participate in these business competitions anymore. Perhaps, I'm not a good fit for business management. It's better to go bankrupt like this, and while we are not in debt, the family's savings are enough for us to support our old age......"

Dead horses are treated as live horse doctors.

Fu Yiran volunteered to take over his own company, and it got better and better, successfully went public, and later changed its name to Fu Group.

Letter of transfer of shares of Chengan Group.

What the hell is going on?

The Fu family and the Fu family, what are some ulterior secrets.

The phone vibrate, Fu Yiran didn't dare to think about it anymore, and looked at the screen, it was Fu Siqing's call.

Outside the operating room of the hospital.

Fu Yiran hurried over, and when he saw Fu Siqing squatting on the ground, hugging his head and crying, he had a bad premonition in his heart. He steadied his breath and went up to hug her, not asking anything.

The lights went out.

The doctor walked out, shook his head in silence, and said to the family, "I'm sorry, we did our best. ”

Before Fu Yiran could react, Fu Siqing in his arms sat directly on the ground, bursting into tears, his eyes red and swollen.

Fu Yiran raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face, and he couldn't help but wet the corners of his eyes. It's just that he endured it and didn't want her to be too sad.

Fu Siqing looked at Jiang Xinyi, who was covered with a white cloth, and grabbed the leg of the bed, she wanted to take another look, trembling her right hand, to uncover the white cloth.

Jiang Xinyi's face was pale, without a trace of life, her eyes were closed, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

She only hugged her yesterday, and there was a temperature.

She just opened her mouth yesterday to call her Mom.

She slept with her for the first time yesterday.

She had only heard her babble a lot yesterday.

She hadn't had time to say a lot of things, but she never had a chance again. She fell into a deep sleep and could no longer hear.

Fu Siqing shook her shoulders and cried, "Why? Why did you leave me? I only have you as one relative, why? Why did I lose my father, and let me let go of all my hatred, and I didn't talk to you properly, you left me like this? Why are you so ruthless!"

Fu Siqing cried too hard, her eyes went dark, and she fainted.

She felt like she had slept for a long, long time and had a long dream.

In the dream, she was a three-year-old child.

Standing in front of the shop window, looking at a special dress, "Mom, I want this, look good!"

"Okay, as long as Sisi is obedient, my mother will buy it for you. ”

"I'm obedient, I listen to my mother the most. ”

"Then I bought you a dress, and I'm going to go home and practice well. ”

Dad gave her a new piano and said that Mom liked children who played the piano well.

So, she worked hard to learn the piano.

She wants to be her mother's proudest child.

Fu Yiran didn't know what nightmare she was having, she kept crying and crying, and her tears couldn't stop overflowing. He shook her awake hard, "Fu Siqing, wake up!"

Her eyes were sore and swollen, Fu Siqing forcibly opened her heavy eyelids, and she vaguely recognized Fu Yiran's face in her vision, she pulled the corners of her mouth, squeezed out a difficult and ugly smile, and after a long time, she slowly spoke: "Fu Yiran, I will only have you left in the future." ”

Fu Yiran lay on top of her, hugged her tightly, and tried his best to give her the warmest and deepest hug, so that she could feel the temperature on her body.

Fu Siqing felt like the tear ducts were broken, even if she told herself that she couldn't cry or not to cry, she still couldn't help but flow down. She tightened Fu Yiran's back and buried it in his neck and shoulders, gradually calming down.

Jiang Xinyi's funeral was three days later.

In addition to the people Fu Siqing knew, there were also some friends in the business world, and Fu Yiran helped her greet her.

Wen Jingchu was originally afraid that she would be inconvenient because she was pregnant, but she insisted on coming, so Xu Liangchen had to take her with her.

"Fu Siqing, we will be good sisters in the future, you and me. Wen Jingchu held back his tears and stepped forward to hug her.

Fu Siqing patted her on the back and said to Xu Liangchen, "Take her to rest." ”

"Condolences. Xu Liangchen's face was heavy, looking at the traces of excessive sadness on her face, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Fu Siqing was dressed in a black mourning dress, her long hair was tied behind her head with a leather band, and her hands hung down at her sides. Her face was dark and bloodless, her lips were pale, and she stood for a long time, looking weak and feeling like she was about to fall down at any moment.

"Miss Fu, the festival is changing. A woman dressed in black, with short hair and a bouquet of flowers in her hand, stood in front of Fu Siqing.

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