TVMCC Chapter 98
by VolareChapter 98: Yun Yi is Gone Forever
Aunt Zhang was the first to arrive, followed by ambulances and fire trucks, but it was too late. No one on the third floor survived.
When Jiang Qiu returned and saw the villa burned black, he was momentarily dazed.
His eyes landed on Aunt Zhang, who was crying her heart out and unable to stand. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare.
He walked towards Aunt Zhang with hurried steps, afraid to ask, but she spoke first, “Young…Young Master is gone…”
The sixty-year-old woman cried, her face covered in tears, explaining the situation in a jumbled mess.
Yun Yi had sent her away, and the family doctor too.
Zhang Xiaonuo and Yun Cheng arrived.
When they returned, the villa was engulfed in flames.
The firefighters told her it was arson, with gasoline poured all over from the first to the third floor.
The doors and windows were smashed. The young master had tried to leave, but his strength failed him, and he fainted by the window. His last breath was swallowed by the raging fire.
Jiang Qiu’s eyes were bloodshot. He stumbled forward to pull open the white sheet on the stretcher.
The moment he saw the bracelet, he felt like he was going to die.
The beautiful, delicate Young Master lay here, his small face unrecognizable.
“No, it’s not him…” Jiang Qiu’s arms trembled. He grabbed the hand wearing the bracelet and looked up, clinging to the last straw, “It’s not him, he’s most afraid of pain, he wouldn’t…he wouldn’t…”
“The identity has been confirmed. It’s an omega, with 99% blood relation to Yun Chongshan.”
“The other two have been identified by Yun Chongshan and Wen Heng. They are confirmed to be Zhang Xiaonuo and Yun Cheng.”
“The omega wearing the red hoodie is Yun Yi.”
The paramedics looked at Jiang Qiu’s hopeful face and delivered the death notice.
“It’s not him…” Jiang Qiu repeated hoarsely, “This isn’t Yun Yi…”
The Young Master had just accepted him yesterday.
Why, why…
At the same time, a man in a leather jacket arrived with a painting, carefully asking, “Who is Jiang Qiu?” upon seeing the charred villa.
“There’s a painting, someone named Yun Yi asked you to sign for it.”
The painting was handed to Jiang Qiu, and his tears finally burst.
He had seen this painting long ago. It was a ferocious large dog, but with a shining star in the upper right corner.
Uncontrollably, he remembered the words Yun Yi had once asked him.
[When I die, you can guess which one is me.]
[Would you avenge a star?]
Jiang Qiu finally understood everything Yun Yi had done. He knelt on the ground, holding the painting, and sobbed uncontrollably.
The milk candies in the tin box had melted, leaving only the wrappers. The previous identification documents had also curled up from the heat. Only the necklace and pink diamond that Yun Yi had given him remained in the box.
His things were all tattered, but the ones Yun Yi gave him were still intact.
But what about Yun Yi?
Why couldn’t Yun Yi be okay?
That night, Xing Zhouqi came to Jiang Qiu with the transfer contract for 56% of Yun Corporation’s shares.
And all the savings accumulated over the years, as well as all the assets under Yun Yi’s name.
Yun Yi’s name had already been signed, and Jiang Qiu was the donee.
Jiang Qiu just watched, tears falling expressionlessly onto the contract, almost soaking through the words “Yun Yi.”
Xing Zhouqi’s lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
He sighed, stood up, and patted Jiang Qiu’s shoulder, “My condolences.”
“He gave me these things yesterday, asked me to give them to you today.”
“Accept them, this is also his…intention.”
Intention…Jiang Qiu looked up at Xing Zhouqi, tears streaming down his face, “Did he say anything else to you?”
Xing Zhouqi thought for a moment, “No.”
Jiang Qiu thought that Yun Yi was the cruelest person in the world.
Giving him everything, making him guard these cold things for the rest of his life, unable to let go.
Yun Yi ah.
Why not just kill him?
The Yun family villa was rebuilt, even the interior decoration was exactly the same as before.
If they couldn’t buy the same style, they had it custom-made.
Jiang Qiu placed the things Yun Yi left him on one side of the big bed.
He lay next to them, his eyes staring at the star in the painting, the tear-soaked pillow bearing witness to too many of Jiang Qiu’s nights.
The only voice message Yun Yi had sent him, saved in his phone, became a comfort for every sleepless night.
Jiang Qiu searched the entire Alliance District but couldn’t find the milk candies with that familiar flavor.
He really seemed to have completely lost Yun Yi.
A month later, it was summer. The Wen family fell apart at the fastest speed. Jiang Qiu was willing to lose eight thousand to hurt ten thousand, just to make the Wen family die.
This action naturally couldn’t hide from Qin Tinglei’s eyes.
When he found Jiang Qiu, he ordered him to stop.
Seeing that the Wen family was about to go bankrupt, Jiang Qiu resigned from his position as Qin Group’s General Manager with an indifferent attitude, and no matter what Qin Tinglei said, he resolutely left.
When He Yuetang received the news, he got into a fight with Jiang Qiu. The latter’s eyes were dead, and he stood there silently, not fighting back.
Like a lonely tombstone.
He Yuetang’s fist could no longer land.
He had also received news of Yun Yi’s death. It was just a pity, a pretty omega.
He Yuetang sighed softly, hugged his miserable cousin, and patted Jiang Qiu’s back, “The deceased is gone.”
“Live well.”
Jiang Qiu had lost a lot of weight during this time, and his shoulder blades protruded when touched.
He Yuetang was really afraid that Jiang Qiu would commit suicide. The atheist doctor said, “Take good care of the Yun family. If there is a soul, he will have a place to return to when he wants to come back and see it.”
Jiang Qiu didn’t say anything.
He had tried many methods in the past month. He had sought out sorcerers and shamans. Some were crazy, some were pretending to be ghosts.
But none of them were Yun Yi.
He couldn’t bring Yun Yi back.
He Yuetang left, lost in thought for a long time after returning home.
He patted his cheeks outside the room, put on a smile, then pushed the door open and untied the silver chain on Qin Zhici’s ankle with a happy and cheerful tone.
“Brother, Qin Jiangqiu is gone.”
“You can go back to your position as General Manager now!”
“I said he couldn’t do it. Qin Group’s stock has plummeted during his tenure. Brother, Qin Group still needs you to take charge.”
Qin Zhici seemed to have adapted to this idle life. Hearing this, he didn’t react much.
“Brother?”
Qin Zhici grabbed He Yuetang’s collar and pulled him down, “Stop chattering, get out.”
“Qin Group…”
“You didn’t have this attitude when you brought me back.” Qin Zhici sneered, “It’s easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away.”
“He Yuetang, you should think about how to deal with my father now.”
He Yuetang wasn’t afraid of these things. He knelt in front of Qin Zhici, “Brother, you should be happy if Chairman Qin beats me to death.”
“Or you can kill me. If I die in your hands, you will remember me for the rest of your life. I think there is nothing happier in the world than this.”
Those burning eyes stared at Qin Zhici.
Qin Zhici didn’t doubt the truth of these words.
After a long time, he cursed in a low voice, “Little lunatic!”
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