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In the darkness, Fu Qi's voice cut into her flesh like a knife.

He says--

"Your mother is gone."

She was shocked at first, suspecting that she had heard wrongly, and then grabbed his clothes tightly, "You can tease me, but don't make fun of me, okay?"

"it is true."

She sat up directly and said, "I don't believe it. I want to go to the hospital to see for myself."

He grabbed her arm and said, "I sent her abroad for treatment a week ago. Which hospital can you go to now?"

He promised that he would bear her mother's medical expenses and try his best to cure her, so he contacted the most experienced team in foreign cancer treatment.

But it was too late, Qi’s mother could not hold on after all.

He was also surprised when he received the call notifying her of her death. In order to prevent her from breaking down emotionally, he immediately arranged for his most trusted lawyer to defend Qi's father, hoping that this move would appease her.

But he could still feel her pain and disappointment.

He sat up and hugged her. Her body was shaking horribly, and her whole body was shaking.

"Qi Yan? Qi Yan?"

Fu Qi hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim light reflected the tears on her face.

A sour feeling surged into his heart, but he couldn't say any comforting words.

She gently pushed his hand away and said in a very soft voice: "Fu Qi, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Her voice was cold and helpless.

Fu Qi knew in her heart that he was responsible for her family's tragedy. Now that her mother has passed away, the person she least wants to see is him.

He let go of his arms and before leaving the room, he looked at her deeply: "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight, you have a good rest."

After Fu Qi left, the surrounding temperature seemed to have cooled down a lot. Qi Yan moved back and leaned against the bed.

She was very sad, with unspeakable pain in her heart, her breathing was heavy and tired, and her tears were streaming down her face.

Such turbulent sadness and depressed emotions did not come from her, but from this body. Even if she closed her eyes, she could not stop the flow of tears.

She clutched her chest and gasped hard.

D77: [Sir, calm down, this is not your emotion. 】

"I, I can't control it." She felt so uncomfortable, her heart seemed to be experiencing pain, and the sharp blade cut her bloody.

D77: [How can I help you? 】

Qi Yan cried, her breath seemed to be held by a big hand, and her vision was blurred by the raging tears, falling down like broken beads.

There was only one thought in her mind - her mother was dead and she would have no mother in the future.

She clenched her fists and dug her nails into her flesh, but she felt no pain at all. Even though her eyes were black from crying, the sadness in her heart did not diminish at all.

She no longer suppressed herself, she simply cried loudly and used shouting to relieve the pain.

……

In the villa, the living room did not turn on the lights and fell into darkness.

And in this dark environment, a faint spark lit up, flickering on and off.

Fu Qi didn't remember which cigarette it was. There were many cigarette butts scattered at his feet, and the living room was filled with thick smoke.

He was silent, his whole body hidden in the darkness, and he could hear painful cries and vents coming from the bedroom.

Every sound was like a needle piercing his heart. What she hated most now was him. At this moment, he was not even qualified to comfort her.

He knew very well that her family's tragedy was caused by his own hands.

The corner of Fu Qi's mouth curled into a mocking smile that was about to break, hidden in the darkness.

Gradually, the hysterical crying upstairs stopped. He went to get a glass of warm water, but when he came to the bedroom door, he hesitated.

He was used to acting resolutely, but this was the first time he was afraid of someone's gaze. He was afraid of seeing the hatred and disappointment in it.

He knocked on the door, put the water glass on the door, and turned to leave.

Early the next morning, when Fu Qi was about to go to the company, he glanced at the door of the master bedroom. The water glass was still where it was last night, and the water in it had not moved at all.

He returned his gaze to the door, and the unspeakable discomfort in his heart was so similar to the gray on the door.

Over the next few days, she seemed like a different person, especially after burying her mother's ashes.

The cold arrogance when they first met and the cautious timidity later on were completely gone. She became like a numb and dead doll, living with red eyes. No food could arouse her interest. She just took in enough calories. Maintain what the human body needs.

She didn't lose her temper with him, nor did she accuse him. She always looked miserable.

Only when he mentioned her father, Qi Weiye, did she get a little hope in her eyes. In just one week, she had already lost a lot of weight.

He felt bad, so he thought of ways to make up for her. Even if she didn't accept it and didn't respond, he still wanted to do it. He tried it for several days and proposed every plan, but she still remained unmoved.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" In the villa in Jingyue Xinhu, Fu Qi used a tablet to mark out several attractions to promote. They were all good places with beautiful scenery.

She shook her head, not interested.

"Concerts, movie theaters, amusement parks, is there anything you want to go to?"

She glanced at him, shook her head, and said in a weak voice, "No need."

Fu Qi threw the tablet aside.

Jiang Tao was observing the expressions of the two of them. Of course he knew what was going on. If Miss Qi continued to look like she was dying, there would be a problem. He was now helping to give advice.

"I heard that the young master of the Fang family recently bought a horse farm, which contains many valuable breeds. He plays horses in the horse farm every day."

The young master of the Fang family, the racecourse.

Qi Yan suddenly had some concerns in her heart, and she pretended to be confused: "Racecourse?"

This was the first time she had reacted in so many days. Even being curious was a good thing. Jiang Tao was overjoyed and immediately explained: "It's the Anya Racecourse. The original owner didn't know how to run it. It's gone bad. The young master of the Fang family likes it." For fun, we closed the racecourse, which almost made Mr. Fang angry to death."

"...Oh." She responded, but then stopped responding.

Fu Qi rubbed her head, left the living room, went into the cloakroom, and took the initiative to contact Fang Zhijing.

At this time, Fang Zhijing was having fun on the racecourse. The young man was in high spirits and was wearing an equestrian suit. The tight and stretchy clothes outlined the young man's unique vitality.

The assistant shouted from outside the fence: "Master Fang! I have your phone number!"

Fang Zhijing tugged on the reins, turned around impatiently and shouted: "Aren't you watching the horse riding? Why did you answer the phone? Tell that person to get lost."

The assistant nodded quickly, "Okay! I'll tell Mr. Fu right now!"

Fang Zhijing almost fell off the horse, "No, stop, stand there!" He immediately jumped off the horse and ran to the fence in a few steps, "Where's the phone? Give it to me."

Good guy, the daughter of the Yuan family didn't understand the rules a few days ago, and she directly embarrassed Fu Qi at the banquet. His own father wanted to be a good guy but was kicked on the spot.

I heard that even if the Yuan family's business was affected in the capital, his father was afraid that Fu Qi would be impulsive and attack Chengyang. No matter how much he apologized, the other party ignored him. He was worried for several days and there was no movement. Now he actually contacted him proactively. ?

For a group as powerful as Senner, there should be nothing that needs help from an emerging company like Chengyang, right?

Fang Zhijing took the phone handed over by his assistant, "Mr. Fu? Are you okay?"

A man's low-spirited and tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm asking you to do something, and I'll ask you to do it."

Fang Zhijing grinned: "If you say that, I want Senna's equity."