Seeing that Shen Jinmo was very angry, Jiang Jingyu didn't dare to provoke him, so she put down her teacup, got up, and silently went back to her room.

Step inside.

They discovered that everything in her room had been moved out—the dressing table, bed, wardrobe, sofa…

Jiang Jingyu stormed out of the room, furious: "Mo'er, did you order this to be done? What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Clean house!" Shen Jinmo sneered.

He silently picked up a cup of cold tea, took a small sip, and the cool sensation that went straight to his heart numbed all his pain receptors.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingyu was furious and turned hostile towards Shen Jinmo: "What do you mean?"

“An’an is my son. Before Lu Zhiwei comes back, I will not allow anyone to bully him, not even a single hair on his head.”

"How did I bully him? I..."

Jiang Jingyu tried to argue her point.

Seeing the butler kneeling in the snow at the door, Jiang Jingyu roughly understood that the butler had sold her out.

“An’an was born from that bitch Lu Zhiwei. I am your mother who gave birth to you and raised you. How could you treat me like this?”

“I’ve already transferred this old house to An’an’s name, so he has the right to live here. You’re not qualified to live here anymore. Pack your things and get out of here.”

"And what about you?"

"I'm leaving too." Shen Jinmo laughed out loud.

The old house is a villa complex consisting of several connected villas. Shen Jiarui and his parents live in another building, and their assets remain unchanged, but Jiang Jingyu no longer has the right to live in the house she is currently residing in.

"You heartless bastard, how could I have given birth to such an ungrateful son?"

Jiang Jingyu rushed up and tore at Shen Jinmo's collar.

He didn't fight back, letting her tear at him.

Even if she kills him now, he will go with her.

It's because she gave him this wretched life.

Jiang Jingyu went on a rampage, but gained absolutely nothing.

The entire old house is now empty, and there's no one to take care of her.

So she simply packed a few clothes, carried her suitcase, and drove to the Jinye Hotel, owned by the Shen Group, to stay.

No sooner had Jiang Jingyu left than Shen Jinmo left the empty Shen family mansion, having Lin Jing escort him to the scene of the art museum fire.

The site was piled high with construction waste, and because of several days of rain, it was a truly appalling sight.

Construction teams arrived at the scene tonight, and several excavators started working simultaneously to clear away the debris. The entire collapsed and burned area was fenced off with sheet metal.

Seeing this, Shen Jinmo rushed into the construction site like a madwoman: "Who gave you permission to clean up like this? We haven't found her yet! We haven't found her yet!"

The person in charge of construction looked troubled and explained to Shen Jinmo, "President Shen, the land for the art museum has already been sold by President Lin. He said he thought it was unlucky."

The land is in his name, and he wants the waste disposed of as soon as possible so the land can be used by the buyer. We are simply acting in accordance with the contract.

"I'll buy it for whatever price you paid."

Shen Jinmo didn't expect President Lin to act so quickly, as if he was in a hurry to cover something up.

He hasn't even cleared his name of his own crimes, yet he's managed to pull strings and sell this piece of land; there must be something fishy going on.

"It's not about the money right now, it's about..."

“A person has died here, and the case is still pending. The accident scene must be protected. I’d like to see who gave him special approval.”

Shen Jinmo pursed his thin lips and instructed Lin Jing to contact the police station. His cold expression was filled with a terrifying chill.

With the two sides deadlocked, the construction team had no choice but to suspend work.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo stayed by the accident scene without leaving for a moment.

The construction supervisor in charge of the team took off his safety helmet, walked a distance away, took out his mobile phone, and made a phone call.

"President Lin, something terrible has happened! We thought President Shen was still in the hospital, but he suddenly showed up at the accident scene. What do we do now?"

"Tell the trucks delivering the paintings not to come yet. You can keep this sickly guy here. I don't believe he can stay on site for a whole day and night."

"Okay, then you'd better hide well down there and don't come out at this crucial moment."

After making the call, the person in charge furtively put away his phone and returned to the scene to deal with Shen Jinmo.

Meanwhile, Lin Haotian, the museum owner, who had just hung up the phone, was in the museum's basement, inspecting his collection of paintings.

Seeing that all the paintings he had hidden in the basement were intact, he was delighted and touched and examined them closely.

"Fortunately, I still had some paintings in my collection, otherwise all my life's work would have been destroyed in this fire."

Lin Haotian carefully wiped the dust off the painting with a tissue.

A black shadow approached him from behind, gradually enveloping his entire body.

As if being devoured by a ferocious beast, President Lin was so frightened that he pulled his hand back, and the painting in his hand fell to the ground.

Who is it?

A sharp, cold shard of vase suddenly pressed against his carotid artery. "It's me."

Upon hearing that chilling voice, Lin Haotian turned his head sharply and saw Lu Zhiwei, pale-faced, covered in filth, with blackened cheeks and disheveled hair, standing before him in a ghostly, inhuman state.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?"

It had been well over three days since the fire started, and he thought she had been burned to ashes long ago.

How could she still be alive?

"What do you think?" Lu Zhiwei gripped the porcelain shard tightly and pushed it a little closer to his neck.

A shard of porcelain cut his neck, drawing a trickle of blood.

The pain was clear and intense.

The pain is real, and so are the people.

"How could you not be dead?" President Lin slapped his thigh in frustration as he realized what had happened.

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