At Uncle Ye's villa, he had been waiting all day. Night had fallen, but his wife still hadn't returned. He took out his phone and dialed her number again, but this time it was switched off. He looked at his phone; he hadn't dialed the wrong number. Why was it switched off?

Undeterred, he dialed several more times, only to be told that the phone was switched off each time. Uncle Ye panicked completely. Had something happened? He had gone out that morning, and a whole day had passed, and he still hadn't returned. Now his phone was switched off, and he couldn't be contacted.

He looked at his phone; "Why is it off? Did something happen?"

He knew his wife's close friends well, so he quickly flipped through his phone book and dialed a few numbers, but none of them said they had ever seen her.

Uncle Ye was completely dumbfounded, muttering to himself, "If I'm not mistaken, aren't her old friends the same group of people? Could it be that she didn't contact them this time?"

Seeing that it was completely dark, he was extremely worried and was about to go out to look for her when the doorbell rang. He thought it was his wife returning, so he quickly ran to open the door, only to find Lu Tingyan standing there.

Seeing him, Uncle Ye became very angry; "What are you doing here?"

"Second Uncle, I'm sorry, I've come to tell you some bad news."

"What bad news?" Uncle Ye was very worried about his wife and asked casually without any regard for her feelings.

"This morning, Ye Boxuan was found dead in prison, having committed suicide."

"What? What did you say!" Uncle Ye was shocked. He swayed and his eyes were slightly red. He couldn't believe what he had heard.

Lu Tingyan said with a sorrowful expression, "This is the result confirmed by the police."

"Impossible, this is impossible! Ah Xuan is so young, how could he commit suicide? You're lying to me, you're lying to me, aren't you?" Uncle Ye grabbed Lu Tingyan's shoulders and shook him, shouting loudly, tears slowly streaming down his face.

"It's true, please accept my condolences."

"Impossible, this is impossible." Uncle Ye had already released Lu Tingyan's shoulder, muttering to himself, tears streaming down his face.

"It's all your fault, it's you, you're the executioner! If you hadn't arrested Ah Xuan, how could he have been so distraught, how could he have committed suicide? Lu Tingyan, give me back my son!" Uncle Ye raised his hand to strike Lu Tingyan.

Lu Tingyan grabbed his hand. "Second Uncle, I am also very saddened by this matter, but the evidence of Ye Boxuan's crimes is conclusive. I am just acting in accordance with the law."

“Sad? You’re sad? Hahahaha…” Uncle Ye laughed sadly. “I won’t let you get away with this! Get out, get out of here, you’re not welcome here.”

After saying that, Uncle Ye turned around and staggered towards the living room.

Lu Tingyan watched his retreating figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew this incident had been a huge blow to Uncle Ye, but he had no other choice. The law was just, and no one could escape punishment.

As night deepened, Lu Tingyan drove home and lay wearily on the sofa. Recalling everything that had happened that day, he still had many questions. Ye Boxuan's suicide had not been investigated thoroughly and the case had been hastily closed. He went to the bureau chief, who scolded him and told him to just close the case as soon as possible and not to cause trouble.

At the time, someone only reported that Ye Boxuan had committed suicide, but they did not see Ye Boxuan. They said that as soon as they found him dead, they took the body away without telling them where it was taken.

So far, the only person who saw Ye Boxuan commit suicide is the young prison guard who found him this morning; no one else has seen Ye Boxuan after his suicide.

He had many doubts, so he went to the bureau chief and asked him to investigate the case thoroughly before closing it. The bureau chief told him not to make a fuss and that closing the case would be enough. He secretly told the bureau chief that it was the order from above.

Whether Ye Boxuan is dead or alive is now shrouded in mystery, but the bureau chief won't let him investigate, and he doesn't know what to do.

Lu Tingyan decided to investigate secretly. No matter what, he had arrested Ye Boxuan himself, and Ye Boxuan was the murderer who harmed his elder brother. He had to find out the truth so that he could give them an explanation.

Uncle Ye locked himself in his room all night. Now there were several empty wine bottles in front of him, and he was drunk and lying on the floor. When the servant knocked on his door, he found that the door was not closed properly. He opened it and went in, only to find him lying on the floor, muttering to himself, "Impossible, impossible, my son can't be dead, no, you're lying to me, you're lying to me."

The maid, unsure what to do and unable to find the mistress, could only dial 120 on her phone, intending to take her husband to the hospital for a stomach pump. He was so drunk; she didn't know if he would be alright. Soon after, the ambulance arrived, and the doctors and nurses lifted Uncle Ye onto a stretcher and took him to the hospital.

At the hospital, the doctor pumped Ye Ershu's stomach and performed some tests. Fortunately, he was fine; he just needed to rest.

However, Uncle Ye's heart was not at peace. He could not accept that his son had committed suicide. He lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He recalled every moment he had spent with Ye Boxuan, and his heart was filled with pain and regret. His son used to be such a cheerful person, but in the end, power ruined him. If he had been able to educate him properly and not get involved in the power struggle, would he still be the sunny boy he once was?

Tears streamed down Uncle Ye's face. It was too late for regrets now; his son was gone, gone. He turned to look around and saw only the maid, Xiao Zhang, busy at work.

"Has Madam returned?" Uncle Ye asked the servant, his voice hoarse.

"She hasn't come back. I didn't see Madam when I brought you to the hospital."

"Call Madam again and see if you can get through."

"Sir, I just called, but the phone is off."

"Why is her phone still off? Where did she go? Why isn't she home? Did she already know about Ah Xuan's death beforehand?"

"Sir, what is this?" The maid didn't know how to answer him.

"No, I have to go find him. She can't afford to get hurt again." With that, she prepared to get out of bed.

The maid quickly reached out to support him; "Sir, the doctor said you just had your stomach pumped not long ago, you need to rest well."

"How can I have the energy to rest? My son is dead, and now my wife is gone too. How can I get proper rest?"

"But?" The servant wanted to persuade him further.

"Help me up, I need to go find Madam."

The servants had no choice but to help him up.

"Go and process my discharge. I'm fine now."

The maid looked at him, and seeing his insistence, had no choice but to nod; "Yes, sir."