Overnight, the news that the 48-year-old female president of An An International Beauty declared bankruptcy and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills spread to China, Lu Yiyang received a call from the UK the night before, and he flew back to the UK overnight, but all he saw was Lu Meilan's pale and stiff face.

In the single ward of the hospital, Lu Meilan's cold and stiff body was covered by a white cloth, Lu Yiyang opened a corner of the white cloth, when he saw that familiar face, his brown pupils constricted, his curly eyelashes slowly drooped, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably, he couldn't believe that he was still fresh and beautiful at home not long ago, and the woman who was serious and harsh to him was lying in front of him coldly at the moment.

Lu Yiyang's trembling hand slowly put down the white cloth, the blood in his whole body seemed to be staggered, and he looked at the uneven lines under the white cloth with a blank expression.

He never cared about the company's affairs, Lu Meilan called him before, more than once explained that there was a problem in the company and wanted him to come back to help, but he didn't expect that now it has reached a situation where he is in debt, on the way here, Lu Meilan's assistant has told Lu Yiyang about the current situation, it turned out that the company went bankrupt, and his good brother not only helped, but also let several partners withdraw one after another.

used such despicable means to suppress his stepmother's company, how hateful and cold-blooded he had to be to do such a thing.

His body seemed to be poured with lead, his heavy body stood beside the bed, his empty dark eyes were as silent as stagnant water, his angular features were taut, and his lips were pursed into a merciless straight line.

In the dim light, the handsome and cold face became deeper and deeper, and after a long time, he moved his lips, looked at the cold body, his voice was low and cold, and he said to himself with a little hoarseness: "Mom, forgive me for coming back too late, but it doesn't matter, Gu Yanyi gave it, I will let him repay it tenfold and hundredfold!" ”

He took heavy steps, and there were only a few more clicks of shoes rubbing against the floor in the silent room, and with the sound of the door closing, the room was silent again, and the already cold body was rotting in the strong smell of disinfectant water.

Outside the door, in the bright corridor, two foreign policemen waited at the door, handing over the relics in plastic bags in their hands to Lu Yiyang.

"Hello, this is your mother's relic, after our on-site investigation, Ms. Lu is indeed a suicide."

The transparent plastic bag in his hand can clearly see the contents inside, a mobile phone, and a white folded sticky note paper.

There are few things, but for him, it is an invisible mountain that cannot be seen in sight.

The huge debts combined with the hatred of his relatives made him feel powerless and heavy.

Seeing that he did not speak, the policeman tapped him on the shoulder to show comfort and turned away.

Lu Yiyang looked at the plastic bag expressionlessly, and after a long time, he tore open the bag with the strength he had left, and took out the contents of the bag.

He tried the phone a few times before he opened the password, and what caught his eye was a photo of him and his mother in high school, there were a few messages that he hadn't checked, he was not in the mood to open it and look at it again, and when he opened the communication records, no one else had made a call except for the missed call from her current husband Andrew.

The three words Gu Yanyi in the record are particularly dazzling, his indifferent pupils were stunned, and when he looked at the time, the last call was at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was the call to Gu Yanyi.

The doctor said that the time of his mother's death was between eleven and twelve o'clock, but he didn't expect that the last call his mother made before her death was to Gu Yanyi.

What did they say on the phone? can make a mother who loves life and lives hard to despair to end her own life.

He turned off his phone and opened the white sticky note paper, on which was the delicate handwriting he was all too familiar with, which was undoubtedly written by his mother.

With trembling hands, he struggled to open the last letter.

Son:

When you open this letter, your mother may no longer be in this world, forgive me for giving up, forgive me for not saying goodbye.

My life is a failure, love is a failure, marriage is a failure, and as your mother I am a failure.

When I was young, I was at home with my husband and children, until life was forced to helpless, I wanted to give it a go, and developing An An into a world-renowned beauty brand was my first life goal in this life, and it was also the only career I was proud of in my life, which made me regain my enthusiasm and yearning for life.

And now, seeing that the beauty brand I built by myself is about to be destroyed, I feel powerless and heartbroken, and my mother has made all efforts to make up for the consequences of her wrong decision, even if she puts down her arrogant posture and begs someone in a low voice.

In the end, I found out that all this was caused by myself, and if I had been more tolerant and had not cared so much, I might have someone to help me when I was alone.

I spent the rest of my life in remorse and pain, living the rest of my life with hatred and revenge, but I forced myself into a demon step by step.

Human nature is good, I have long forgotten what I looked like when I first met your father, my mother has made many wrong decisions in her life, but giving birth to you is the most correct choice without regrets.

I wanted you to change into what I thought my son should be, but I forgot that even if I did, it would no longer be you, but another strange you who was expected to be.

Mom wants you to be the imprisoned self in your heart, let the past pass, forget those hatreds, and start a new life.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Lu Yiyang took a step back and sat on the chair in the corridor weakly, the letter in his hand had fallen to the ground, he leaned back on the chair, his head was slightly raised, his face was expressionless and dead, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be a bottomless black hole devouring everything around him, he looked at the dazzling light and still couldn't shed a single tear.

At this time, he seemed to be wandering in a no-man's land, there was a dark confusion ahead, he didn't know where to go, people came and went in the corridor, everything was reduced to the background, and he was the only one left, and he was no father and mother from then on.

Six years ago, when their mother and daughter were deported to England, he thought he had no home, but now he feels that without his mother, he is completely reduced to a wanderer.

No, how could he put it down?! How can we forget who caused all this.

The imprisoned self had died six years ago, perhaps because it had been too long, and he had forgotten what he looked like at the beginning.

He lowered his head, picked up the letter from the ground, folded it flat, and placed it in the pocket near his chest.

The moment he got up and looked up again, there was a murderous aura between his eyebrows, and there was a cold light in the dead silence in Fang Cai's eyes, and he strode towards the end of the corridor with his head held high.

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In City A, Gu Yanyi sat at his desk, looking at the eye-catching headline on the computer, his face full of shock.

Lu Meilan committed suicide, that was something he never expected, the pleasure of the long-awaited revenge did not come as expected, he just wanted her to have nothing, and he didn't want her to die.

Gu Yanyi still overestimated the degree of his ruthlessness, he got up and picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out one of them, put the cigarette between his thin lips and lit it with a lighter, he walked to the window, stood with a long jade body facing the sunset, standing under the orange afterglow, the slender figure was accompanied by him, and the noble tall back was like a god, full of cold breath that no one should enter.

He took a deep breath of his cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring, the rising white smoke enveloping his handsome face, and the deep outline of his facial features looked more and more dangerous and evil.

The hatred did not end with Lu Meilan's death, even if she repaid it with death, it was not enough to drive away the hatred in his heart.

If it weren't for her killing her father, then he still has relatives in this world, not to mention giving up the life of free choice with the mission of the family, everything is so involuntarily, living herself as an island, this process is full of pain and helplessness.

However, at this moment, no one knows better than him that it was he who forced Lu Meilan to death, the person he hated deeply, and it was he who watched her walk towards the swamp of drowning step by step.

If Lu Meilan is a murderer who murdered his father, then he is not a murderer.

He used an invisible knife to completely destroy a person's willpower and desire to survive, and he didn't know when he had become a demon-like person.

This kind of self makes him a little strange, maybe this is the fruit of hatred, he knows that one day he will reap the consequences, just like Lu Meilan, but he can't stop his terrible thoughts.

So, he longed for a voice in his heart to guide him out of the endless darkness and no longer fall like this, and that voice was Jian Yue, and only she could cleanse this gradually dirty and ugly heart.