Chapter 1851
The fact is that the company’s parents’ things have always been very precious to Fu Shen Yan, there is no reason for this kind of mistake to occur, and the maids still don’t clean up after them.
I was curious, I squatted down, carefully picked open the broken glass, picked up the photo frame, and only then did I see clearly that what was inside was the wedding photo of Fu Shen Yan’s parents.
The only people who have been here recently are Fu Shenyan and I. If it wasn’t me who broke this frame, then it was only Fu Shenyan.
But how could that be?
In order to avenge their death, Fu Shen Yan did not dare to let up for a moment, wrapped in hatred day and night, not a single day was truly happy, this is one of the few pictures they have left, but was discarded here.
As I was thinking about it, there was the sudden sound of soft footsteps behind me, not loud, but I could hear it, the other side was getting closer.
There were too many people in the world who wanted to do me harm to be targeted as soon as I left the capital, and that was in the old mansion.
When I calmed down, I slowly turned around with the picture frame in my hand.
The tall figure blocked my view, and Fu Shen Yan was staring at me expressionlessly, his eyes looking as if they were shattered with ice, and the temperature in the whole room plummeted a few degrees.
He looked at me as if he was looking at a predestined enemy, and for a moment it actually made me feel strange and scared.
“Why are you there?”
I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, Fu Shenyan was the one who came in and out of the old mansion most frequently, so it was not surprising that I ran into him.
Instead, I was here when I should have been in my bedroom at the Shen family home in the capital.
Fu Shen Yan did not answer, lowering his eyes and looking even colder, and only then did I realise that it was not me he was looking at, but the photo frame in my hand.
I handed the frame over as an afterthought, and Fu Shen Yan froze for a few seconds before reaching out to take it, not even glancing at it before casually tossing it onto a nearby shelf.
“You investigated me.” Fu Shen Yan’s voice was faint and somewhat intimidating.
Lying in front of such a supremely intelligent person was tantamount to deceiving oneself.
“Yes.” I looked him in the eye, not feeling the least bit out of place, “Since you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll investigate myself, what’s wrong with that?”
The furrow between Fu Shen Yan’s eyebrows furrowed deeper, his brows harbouring thin anger, “I said, you just take care of yourself now, I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Yes, I believe you can handle it, so this way I should just do nothing and watch you risk your life alone? Fu Shen Yan, this is not your business alone, why should you have to take it all on?” After suppressing it for so long, it finally exploded.
“It’s clear that we said some time ago that we should be honest with each other, but what about you, why don’t you believe me even now? You have united everyone to create a truth that seems to be flawless, but do you really think that I would be so stupid that I don’t even know if I have been hurt? Or do you think that I’m really so selfish that I know you’re in trouble, but I can still accept everything as normal?”
I really didn’t understand why the walls of his heart were crumbling instead when everything was slowly getting better.
Perhaps the night was too quiet, I could even hear myself echoing.
Fu Shen Yan was like a big mountain, standing motionless in front of me, those dark eyes like ink, as if hiding a dark world, with dark tides inside, and I couldn’t participate at all, couldn’t even get a glimpse of information from his expression.
Chapter 1852
He forged himself into an impregnable fortress, keeping me firmly outside.
It was as if we were living in two different worlds, just confronting each other from a distance of less than half a metre, and it was only after a long time that Fu Shen Yan seemed to suddenly come to life, copying all the way to the locker and holding the picture frame in his hand again, looking at it intensely.
“If one day your faith suddenly collapsed, what would you do?” Fu Shen Yan suddenly spoke, his tone mixed with a hint of sadness.
I didn’t know how to take this for a moment, and stayed for a few seconds before I tried to probe him, “Is it related to your parents’ death?”
Fu Shenyan ignored my words, “Tomorrow there is a charity sale at Sobeys Auction House, the philanthropist who was involved with Mu Shen before will appear, I have booked a flight for you.”
I was a little confused for a moment, “I didn’t mean to ask that, I wanted to know what exactly you’ve been up to lately, apart from business, apart from revenge, what else? Have you really been up to nothing, like the medical report I saw said above?”
Fu Shenyin is too smart, since he was able to follow me backwards and forwards to Jiangcheng, he must have deployed on everything, although Miller’s friends are credible, but as they said, this is the capital, Fu Shenyin’s place, moving his hands and modifying the medical report is not a difficult task for him.
Before to worry about Mu Shen calculations, afterwards to face Gao Ye and other people’s difficulties, life is already like walking on thin ice, I asked, did not expect to become like this with the people I spend time with, even which sentence is true, which sentence is false, can not tell.
Faced with my questioning, Fu Shen Yan acted calmly, half a long time before his familiar voice rang out in a low tone.
“I am merely fulfilling a set destiny.”
His back was turned to me, his head hanging low as he spoke, still looking at the photo in his hand.
As the words fell, Fu Shen Yan took a deep breath before letting go of his hand and leaving the frame on the shelf.
His hand drops from his side, and I subconsciously glance at it with my afterglow, only to violently notice that a smear of bright red is spreading from his slightly curled fist, blood coalescing on the surface of his skin and smashing intermittently to the ground.
“Fu Shen Yan!”
I rushed forward and grabbed his hand, lifting it up and turning it over to see that the palm was a bloody mess and my whole heart seized up with it.
He had just been holding the shards of glass left on the picture frame?
Fu Shenyan looked at the blinding bright red, but his eyes were vacant and he seemed to feel no pain.
“Uncle Yang!” I shouted hysterically, disregarding my image, “Uncle Yang get the first aid kit!”
Bone, blood, hair and skin grow on the body, yet most of the time when one is injured, it is often not one who suffers the most.
My aggravation and suspicion of sadness could not be shown when I saw Fu Shenyan’s hand covered in bright red.
I sat face-to-face with him, expressionless, and didn’t dare look him in the eye again.
I know all too well the pain of being emotionally repressed and not being able to release it. If you weren’t hurt to the core, you wouldn’t be so childish as to hurt yourself, tear your skin, and feel the pain in your body to let it out.
The pain that Fu Shenyan he had endured must have been a deeper torture than the murder of his father.
The injury frightened Uncle Yang, who stood guard outside with his underlings and refused to leave.
The house was so quiet that I could hear the sound of breathing, and I looked at Fu Shen Yan’s bandaged wounds and was lost in thought.