Chapter 93 The Ending of the Previous Life (4)

Yan Mu fell to the ground in the company lobby, and all the passing employees were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion: What happened to Young Master Yan?

The assistant behind her quickly stepped forward to help Yan Mu up, "Ms. Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Mu struggled to get up, his face deathly pale, and stumbled to the car.

The assistant quickly stopped her, "Ms. Yan, where are you going? I'll take you."

Yan Mu seemed completely lost, muttering, "Go, go home, Yushui Bay."

Yan Songyu followed Yan Mu into the car and sat down next to her, listening to her murmur, "It must be fake, it's a lie, it's fake."

The assistant kept glancing worriedly at the rearview mirror, but dared not ask Yan Mu what had happened, and could only speed up to take her home.

Yan Mu's hands were clasped tightly together, his knuckles white, and he had been trembling the whole way. "Impossible. Mom was fine yesterday. I even called her this morning. It must be a prank, a prank that's not funny at all."

Yan Songyu could clearly sense her fear and dread at this moment. This familiar Yan Mu was the daughter she had raised for over twenty years. The day before her accident, Yan Mu had been hugging her and acting coquettishly. However, at that time, because she had just learned about Fei Fei's situation, her attitude towards Yan Mu was complicated, and she had been keeping a cold face.

Now, seeing Yan Mu, who was distraught after learning of her death, radiating endless sorrow and pain, Yan Songyu couldn't help but want to hug her.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Yan Mu opened the car door and jumped out.

The asphalt road was nothing like the bright and smooth company lobby. Yan Mu's elbows, arms, and knees were covered in bloody scrapes from the fall, but she seemed to feel no pain at all. She got up and ran into the house.

The assistant quickly came down and helped Yan Mu walk inside.

Yan Songyu followed her inside. She never expected to have such a wonderful encounter, not only being able to be reborn but also having her soul leave her body and return to her previous life to see her own corpse.

Butler Wang looked grief-stricken, his eyes red, "Young Miss, you're back..."

Yan Mu didn't even have time to speak; her gaze was completely drawn to the white cloth in the center of the hall, which covered a person.

Yan Mu pushed his assistant away and walked closer step by step, raising and lowering his hand, but he still didn't have the strength to lift the cloth.

Yan Songyu knew what Yan Mu was thinking. As long as she didn't reveal it, she could deceive herself into believing that this wasn't her mother and that her mother was still alive.

Sure enough, Yan Mu stepped back and turned to look at Butler Wang, saying, "Grandpa Wang, don't lie to me. This joke isn't funny at all. How could you curse my mother?"

Upon hearing this, Butler Wang could no longer hold back his tears, "Young Miss..."

The assistant watched in astonishment as the police went in and out of the house, conducting a thorough search. A large pool of blood on the floor near the crime scene's evidence line had already turned black and congealed.

He finally understood what Yan Mu meant, and he was stunned!

Chairman Yan has passed away!

"Young Miss, when we found her, she... she had already passed away... Waaah... I didn't dare to inform the Master."

Butler Wang was sobbing uncontrollably. His son had died young, and he had worked for the Yan family his whole life, so he had long regarded Yan Songyu as his own nephew.

Yan Mu kept shaking his head, "No, Grandpa Wang, don't lie to me. Please call my mother out. Did I do something wrong to make her angry? That's why she won't see me."

Yan Songyu sighed, floated to Yan Mu's side, and gently wiped her face. Although her hand still passed through Yan Mu's body, Yan Mu seemed to sense it and covered the spot where her hand had been. "Mom... is that you?"

By this time, the police had finished their investigation of the scene. "Ms. Yan, please accept our condolences! The investigation is not over yet, please be sure to protect the scene."

Yan Mu nodded blankly.

The police asked again, "We need to take Ms. Yan's body for an autopsy to determine the cause of death. Do you... want to see her one more time?"

Yan Mu suddenly snapped back to reality, "No, that's not my mother, it's not!"

Yan Songyu walked to her own body, wanting to see her face through the white sheet after death, wondering if it looked particularly grotesque. After all, she had also died a violent death.

Just then, a gust of wind blew in from the doorway, the white cloth was lifted, and Yan Songyu finally saw her ashen face.

Yan Mu could no longer run away. She threw herself into Yan Songyu's arms and wailed, "Mommy! How could this happen? How could this happen?"

The police were about to take away Yan Songyu's body, but Yan Mu refused to let go. She had cried until she lost her voice, her open mouth and the tears that kept falling created a silent lament.

When Yan Songyu saw this scene, she felt as if her heart ached. Although she knew she couldn't touch him, she still gently stroked Yan Mu's head and back, coaxing him as before, "Mu Mu, don't cry."

"Young Miss, you need to cheer up. Mr. Jiang and the young master haven't returned yet, and the master is still hospitalized. The family and the company are all counting on you," Uncle Wang comforted her.

The assistant chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Yan, please accept my condolences. You must pull yourself together. Chairman Yan's sudden passing means you still need to take charge. And since Chairman Yan's unexpected death occurred, we need to investigate the cause thoroughly so he can rest in peace, right?"

Yan Mu seemed to be persuaded, releasing Yan Songyu's fingers one by one, and watched as the police covered Yan Songyu's body with the white sheet that declared her death and took her away.

Jiang Chengli rushed back at this moment, making the same entrance as Yan Mu, stumbling and falling to the ground.

He adjusted his glasses, rushed to the stretcher the police were carrying, lifted the white sheet, wanting to touch it but not daring to. "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, how could you be so careless?"

"It's only been one morning since I last saw you, how could... how could... sob sob..."

"You hypocritical scoundrel, you disgusting trash, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

Yan Songyu watched Jiang Chengli's disgusting performance and cursed him angrily, wishing she could strangle him, but unfortunately she couldn't touch anyone.

Chen Xu, who was looking at the investigation records, suddenly looked at Jiang Chengli. He was already the director of the Haishi Public Security Bureau and shouldn't have needed to come here. However, Yan Songyu was the largest taxpayer in Haishi, so he came in person after the Yan family reported the incident to the police.

"Where did Mr. Jiang go?" Chen Xu asked.

“I have an exhibition at the Braun Art Museum, and I’ve been busy proofreading details these past few days.” At this point, Jiang Chengli began to feel remorse. “I shouldn’t have neglected Xiaoyu because of the exhibition; I didn’t even know she had an accident. I deserve to die!”

"Please accept my condolences, Mr. Jiang."

Chen Xu patted Jiang Chengli on the shoulder reassuringly, then got into the car and left. The moment the car started moving, Chen Xu turned his head to look at Jiang Chengli, who was talking to Yan Mu, and a meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, don't tell Grandpa about Mom beforehand. He has a heart condition and can't handle any stress," Yan Mu instructed.

Jiang Chengli nodded and said, "But... no matter how you try to hide it, your grandfather will still have to attend your mother's funeral, right?"

Yan Mu looked in the direction the police car had gone and said seriously, "The cause of my mother's death has not yet been determined, so there will be no funeral for the time being. I don't believe that my mother accidentally fell down the stairs."

"Let's keep it from Grandpa for now, and talk to him after he recovers. Don't upset him now."

"good."

Yan Songyu stayed by Yan Mu's side, watching him investigate the truth of her death day and night. She felt a little melancholy. If Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue were finally found out, they would definitely reveal Yan Mu's background. What would Yan Mu choose then?

Will she avenge me? Or will she choose to protect my biological parents?

She already knew that Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue had ended up in prison, but she subconsciously felt that it was Feng Yu who did it, and that he had even hired people to make sure that Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue had no peace in prison.

Yan Songyu still harbored expectations for Yan Mu. She wondered if her daughter, whom she had raised with all her heart for over twenty years, would choose her. If Yan Mu used Ruixin's power to protect that despicable couple... wouldn't her life have been too ridiculous and too much of a failure?

However, despite Yan Mu's instructions to everyone, including the doctors and nurses, and even the removal of communication equipment from Yan Binghua's ward, she still received a call three days later informing her that Yan Binghua was critically ill.