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Jing Yihong still spoke in a relaxed, half-joking tone, but saw Ruan Qianya's slightly bitter smile.

"What's wrong? Are those employees..."

"The group fired me without even a notice." Ruan Qianya raised her head and looked at Jing Yihong, as if she was looking for stability, "Jing Yihong, I really feel terrible about myself."

Mr. Nangong wholeheartedly hoped that they could help the Nangonghe Group gain a foothold, but now that Ruan Qianya was in trouble, how could he help Nangonghe?
Seeing Ruan Qianya's helplessness at the moment, Jing Yihong wished he could immediately take her back to Mangcheng to protect her, lest she be caught in this family strife and get hurt.

But he also knew that they had promised the old man, no matter how much he suffered, Ruan Qianya would not break his promise.

He put the suitcase into the trunk, then stretched out his arms to take Ruan Qianya into his arms, and comforted softly: "It will be fine, trust me, everything will be fine,"

As soon as he got in the car, Jing Yihong unexpectedly received a call from Shen Wan.

Shen Wan hurriedly asked: "Have you seen Nangong He? Is he with you?"

"Nangonghe?" Jing Yihong's heart twitched suddenly, a bad premonition came to his mind, "Shouldn't he be in the hospital? He woke up?"

"It was he who not only woke up, but also found out about Chairman Nangong's death. He sneaked out of the hospital when I went out to buy food, and he probably returned to the imperial capital by now!"

Shen Wan originally thought that Nangong He would meet Jing Yihong as soon as he returned to the imperial capital, but from Jing Yihong's answer, he knew that he didn't know about Nangong He's return at all.

"The nurse said the wound was open again when he left and I was worried something was going to happen to him."

Jing Yihong's heart sank at this time, and he was inevitably worried about Nan Gonghe's injury, "I see, I will find him as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Yihong met Ruan Qianya's worried eyes, and was about to say a few words of comfort, but Ruan Qianya preempted him.

"Since Nangong He has returned to the imperial capital, he will definitely go to the old man's funeral as soon as possible."

One word woke Jing Yihong up, and he immediately turned the car around.

Ruan Qianya's guess is correct. Although Nangong He was in a coma for three days, the news about the death of the chairman of Nangong Group has always occupied the top position on the Internet. At the same time, today's funeral remains unabated.

Seeing these news, Nangong He felt a pain in his chest, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted on the spot.

The driver asked worriedly through the rearview mirror: "Sir, are you okay? Shall I take you to the hospital first?"

Nangong He stroked his chest and gasped for a few times. The darkness in front of him gradually faded, and his eyes became clear again. He handed the phone to the driver, "Go to this church."

The car slowly stopped at the door of the church, but Nan Gonghe didn't have the courage to get out of the car.

He didn't dare to face this fact, and it was difficult for him to accept this blow.

The driver carefully reminded: "Sir, we have arrived."

Nangong He slowly pushed the car door open, his legs were weak, his feet were fluttering, as if he was stepping on cotton without any sense of solidity.

Walking up the steps with vain steps, every step made the fear in his heart deepen.

At this time, all the guests at the funeral had left, only Nangong Lingyu was left inside to organize the follow-up.

When he saw Nangong He walk in, he was startled, and the candlestick in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Ah?" Nangong Lingyu walked over quickly, only to see that Nangong He's complexion was pale at this time, and the hospital gown on his body was very loose, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Nangong He didn't say anything, pushed away Nangong Lingyu who was standing in front of him, and walked straight to the old man's portrait step by step.

Only then did Nangong Lingyu see the blood stains oozing from his back, the bright red color made his heart ache, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he turned his head to the side.

With a "plop", Nangong He knelt down, two lines of tears slid down, he leaned down, and kowtowed several times vigorously.

This sound hit Nangong Lingyu's heart heavily, he finally couldn't bear the impatience in his heart, stepped forward and forcibly pulled Nangong He up.

"Ah, what are you doing! How can you let grandpa go at ease like this?"

"Let me go!" Nangong He said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not filial, I'm sorry for Grandpa, I didn't even see him for the last time..."

"Ah, don't say that, it's not your fault at all, and grandpa won't blame you either."

Nangong He turned around suddenly, pulled out Nangong Lingyu's suit jacket, stared at him with scarlet eyes, and asked anxiously: "Why did Grandpa pass away suddenly? Didn't Qian Ya have the doctors resume treatment? How do those doctors treat diseases?" of?"

"Ah!" Nangong Lingyu snapped, seeing that Nangong He's mood had temporarily stabilized, he said slowly: "Calm down, Grandpa passed away because someone took off his oxygen mask, not because the doctor was incompetent. "

As soon as the ending sound fell, Ruan Qianya and Jing Yihong hurried into the church. Nangong Lingyu glanced at them indifferently, and whispered in Nangong He's ear: "Here, the culprit who killed Grandpa is here."

Nangong He raised his head suddenly, followed Nangong Lingyu's line of sight, his pupils dilated instantly, and his face was full of disbelief.

"How is it possible? It's impossible!" Nangong He shook his head desperately, and said in disbelief, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Nangong Lingyu sighed helplessly, "I didn't lie to you, it was the grandfather who was killed by Ruan Qianya. After she left, the nurse found that the oxygen mask of the grandfather had been taken off, and it was too late to send it for rescue."

These words were clearly heard by Ruan Qianya and Jing Yihong, Ruan Qianya couldn't help clenching her fists secretly.

She walked over and asked in a cold voice: "Nangong Lingyu, do you hate me that much? You want everyone to hate me, don't you?"

"I'm telling the truth." Nangong Lingyu didn't change his face, his eyes were full of calm.

Nangong He looked at the faces of both of them, and he couldn't tell who was lying.

"Nangonghe, besides me, you have spent the longest time with Chia Ya. You should know what kind of person she is. It is impossible for her to harm the old man."

Jing Yihong stood beside Ruan Qianya, confronting Nangong Lingyu for the first time, "Ling Yu, just based on the nurse's words, you believe that Qianya killed the old man. I really feel sorry for you if you make such a hasty conclusion." Disappointed."

"Ruan Qianya is the only person who enters and exits the old man's ward. Even if I don't listen to the nurse's opinion, she is the most suspicious person!"

The sound of their arguing was buzzing in their ears, and Nan Gonghe felt that his head was about to explode.

All the voices in the ear began to gradually drift away, and the vision also changed from clear to blurred, and finally the vision dimmed, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Nangong He!"

"Ah!"