Veiled Heartbreak

Fu Yusen’s eyes were clear, but his words carried the scent of alcohol: “Lin Bei said Jiang Nuan is dead.”

The playfulness on Tang Beichan’s face faded, replaced by seriousness: “Did you see her?”

Fu Yusen shook his head: “No, she even prepared a grave and had someone lie in it. I wasn’t fooled.”

Tang Beichan slowly furrowed his brows, saying, “Fu Yusen, do you really think Lin Bei would deceive you about something like this?”

Fu Yusen stared at him intently: “Jiang Nuan is full of schemes. Who knows what tricks she used to convince Lin Bei to deceive me with her? She thought I would believe it, but how could I!”

Seeing him like this, Tang Beichan sighed inwardly, saying, “Alright, Jiang Nuan deceived you. Rest well first.”

They had everything since childhood, except true sincerity.

He could see Jiang Nuan’s genuine feelings for Fu Yusen, but Fu Yusen didn’t believe it, just like now, suspecting she had ulterior motives.

Fu Yusen, overcome by the alcohol, leaned back on the sofa and slowly fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to call out, “Jiang Nuan…”

Tang Beichan adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature and quietly left the private room.

He dialed his assistant’s number: “Check on the whereabouts of Jiang Nuan, Fu’s special assistant.”

Not long after hanging up, he texted Lin Bei: “Do you need my help with Jiang Nuan’s matter?”

Life and death are filled with complexities, and he was worried Lin Bei might be overwhelmed.

After nearly ten minutes, Lin Bei replied: “No need, just keep an eye on Fu Yusen, that madman. He won’t let me set up a monument for Jiang Nuan.”

Tang Beichan pondered for a moment, then typed a message to Lin Bei.

This time, Lin Bei responded quickly: “Okay, I understand, thank you.”

Tang Beichan put away his phone, returned to the private room, looked at the sleeping Fu Yusen, and sighed: “Forget it, I’ll help you one more time, brother.”

Meanwhile, Lin Bei entered a reputable stone shop.

She said, “Trouble you, I need to erect a monument for the deceased.”

The clerk looked solemn: “Miss, please accept my condolences. Please choose a style here and write the inscription for the tombstone.”

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