Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 304 Yes and No

When the word "murder" came out, even Shen Qianhe was surprised.

I didn't expect Ye Xiangan to kill someone.

But on second thought, there is nothing strange about Ye Xiangan daring to kill people.

Didn’t I die tragically in my previous life due to the schemes of Ye Xiangan and Shen Mu?

No, wait!

Shen Qianhe raised his head suddenly, and a sharp light flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

Could it be that the "murder" that Xie Jincheng just mentioned was referring to Su Meng's death?

So, the male voice that Zheng Huan heard in the box that night was Ye Xiangan!

When I think about it this way, it all makes sense.

She looked at Xie Jincheng: "Ye Xiangan is related to Su Meng's death, right? In the message Su Meng sent me, she said someone wanted to harm me. That person was Ye Xiangan, right?"

Xie Jincheng did not comment on Shen Qianhe's words.

"But......"

Shen Qianhe suddenly grasped the key point, "Where did you find this evidence? Didn't you lose your memory?"

She raised her face and met Xie Jincheng's downcast gaze.

"Wei Guan."

Xie Jincheng opened his thin lips and uttered this unexpected name.

Shen Qianhe's breathing stagnated: "Wei Guan? Did he give it to you?"

"Ah."

"When?"

"On the day the old man was buried."

......

Xie Jincheng still clearly remembers that morning when he woke up.

The sky outside the window was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down, and the gray clouds carried the chill of early winter.

The smell of disinfectant was so pungent that it made him sick. When he opened his eyes, the pale light left a burning mark on his retina.

He tried to push himself up, but felt a sharp pain piercing from his temple to his brain.

The moment my fingers touched the bedside table, the vase with lilies in it fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces splashed on the floor, soaking my slippers.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Zhou Li's hurried footsteps came closer and closer.

When Xie Jincheng looked up, Zhou Li was frantically pressing the call bell.

But what concerned him more was why it was Zhou Li?

In his fragmented memory, the person standing here at this moment should have been his personal assistant who had followed him for many years, Lin Dong.

Instead of the newcomer, Zhou Li, who had just joined the company.

After a careful examination, the doctor confirmed that the hematoma in Xie Jincheng's brain had dissipated and his other body functions had recovered well.

When the door of the ward closed gently, Xie Jincheng turned his deep eyes to Zhou Li.

"How did you come?"

Zhou Li stood beside the bed with his head bowed. "Mr. Xie, the chairman passed away suddenly, and the group is in chaos now."

He paused, and his voice became a little lighter.

"My wife went to preside over the funeral this morning. Before she left, she specifically asked me to stay with you every step of the way."

"The old man...died?"

Xie Jincheng's pupils suddenly contracted, his temples throbbed, and a sharp pain came over him like a tide.

His slender fingers clenched the bed sheets tightly, his knuckles turning blue.

Seeing this, Zhou Li hurried to press the call bell, but Xie Jincheng raised his hand to stop him.

The man pursed his pale lips into a straight line, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "Go prepare a set of clothes, I'm going to the cemetery."

The car drove slowly on the tree-lined avenue leading to the cemetery, and the withered yellow sycamore leaves kept hitting the car windows.

While driving carefully, Zhou Li whispered the important events that had occurred during this period.

Xie Jincheng leaned in the back seat, tapping his knees lightly with his slender fingers, his deep eyes always looking at the passing scenery outside the window.

The date on the phone screen clearly showed a number that didn't match his memory, and Xie Jincheng locked the screen calmly.

In the rearview mirror, Zhou Li's worried eyes flashed by.

"Mr. Xie, we are just ahead."

The iron fence of the cemetery was looming in the rain and fog, and the dark funeral procession was like a moving shadow.

Xie Jincheng signaled to stop the car and stood alone on the high ground in the distance.

In the blurred vision, the slender figure standing at the front of the funeral procession was particularly eye-catching.

That was a completely different Shen Qianhe from the one he remembered.

It was also at that time that he met Wei Guan.

At the beginning, he had deep hostility towards Wei Guan, but Wei Guan was not as aggressive, provocative and arrogant as he remembered.

He looked depressed, like a kite that had suddenly lost all power and direction.

The two were at loggerheads at first, but later they sat together and chatted for a long time.

Wei Guan said that he was going abroad to start his life anew and would never come back.

Xie Jincheng felt as if he was torn apart.

It was clear in his memory that his father and Wei Yan and her son were all hateful.

He wished they would die so as to give his mother an explanation.

But when he found out that they were really dead, he no longer felt that happy feeling.

He thought he would feel happy, but what surged in his chest was an indescribable emptiness.

It seems like everything has been achieved, yet everything has been lost.

When they parted, Wei Guan handed Xie Jincheng a USB flash drive.

Inside the USB flash drive, there was the recorded evidence of Ye Xiangan causing Su Meng's death.

......

Shen Qianhe's eyes gradually turned red, and moisture condensed into beads at the bottom of his eyes.

She looked into Xie Jincheng's deep eyes and saw the hideous wound deep in his soul.

She felt sorry for him.

Because from his perspective, within just half a year, his parents passed away one after another, and even his hated enemies turned to dust.

Although she had not experienced the pain of being hollowed out by fate, she understood it all from his slightly trembling fingertips.

"It's fine......"

She gently held Xie Jincheng's head in her arms, ran her fingertips through his slightly cool hair, and gently placed a kiss on the top of his head.

"I will accompany you on the road ahead."

Xie Jincheng calmly took her into his arms and gently stroked her back with his warm palm.

Outside the window, starlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching the two people's shadows very long.

Xie Jincheng looked at the entangled shadows of the two people, and suddenly felt that the piece of ice that had accumulated in his chest for many years was melting little by little in this hug.

After a long while, Shen Qianhe suddenly hissed, as if he suddenly understood something, and looked at Xie Jincheng.

"So, this is your obsession?"

Xie Jincheng raised his head from her arms, a puzzled frown on his brows: "Hmm?"

"Remember the question I asked you?"

Shen Qianhe held up his face and gently stroked the shadows under his eyes with his thumb, "Regarding your unfulfilled wish when you were 23 years old... Now that I think about it, God made you return to this time point, perhaps just to let you see the end of this grudge with your own eyes."

Xie Jincheng listened to her serious analysis, his thin lips slightly raised, and a doting smile appeared in his eyes.

"why are you laughing?"

Shen Qianhe poked his chest in dissatisfaction, and felt his strong heartbeat through his shirt with his fingertips. "Just tell me if I'm right, right?"

Xie Jincheng grabbed her rebellious fingers, placed them on his lips and kissed them gently: "Yes, and no."

"why?"

Shen Qianhe frowned in confusion, his nose slightly wrinkled like a confused kitten.

"What you said does make sense..."

He rubbed his thumb over her slender wrist, "But I know this is not what I want to do."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qianhe leaned her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, and her soft hair brushed against his chin.

"If it's not this? Then... then what else could it be?"

Suddenly, she lowered her eyes and saw a small piece of pink bow ribbon sticking out from the edge of Xie Jincheng's suit pocket.