Life was going as Mu Heng had hoped. Aside from Song Qingmo still disliking him, everything was going well. Oh, and there were some minor issues cropping up at the company these days. He didn't know who was secretly making things difficult for him, making his schedule feel rushed.

The company phoned again, "President, our finance department was inexplicably inspected by the tax bureau today, and they're heading our way. We need your presence; we can't make any decisions."

"I know" is a big deal. He has not done anything illegal or criminal, so he is not afraid of being checked.

He put down his phone, glanced at Song Qingmo who was having a meal across from him, smiled and said, "Xiao Mo, I'm leaving, goodbye." Song Qingmo was still eating slowly. He nodded when he heard it, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be twitching as he said something. Mu Heng didn't see it clearly, but he was very happy to get a response.

"I'll come back early and cook you what you like."

Song Qingmo didn't want him to come back soon. This was their last meeting, and they would never see each other again.

After Mu Hengshi relaxed his vigilance towards him, he did not notice that Song Qingmo had been fiddling with a white card these days.

After receiving the news, Song Qingmo was still thinking about how to lure Mu Hengshi away, but it seemed that the old man had taken action.

He thought for a moment, then walked to the huge French window and dropped something. He then went upstairs and dropped the same thing in his own room. The bodyguards were standing guard respectfully when a small explosion sounded. They thought of Song Qingmo in the villa and their hearts skipped a beat. They immediately ran inside, and the warning sounded at the same time.

A fire erupted in the villa, its tongues quickly devouring any flammable material, and both floors were ablaze. Thanks to the antidote Mu Hengshi had developed, his bones were less fragile. Seeing that all the bodyguards were busy putting out the fire, Song Qingmo jumped directly from the other side, where the fire was less severe. His rescuers quickly found him. The two exchanged a glance, and without further ado, they quickly got in their car and fled, the sound of the car starting unnoticed.

Mu Hengshi received a call and turned back without paying attention to the company. He brushed past Song Qingmo's car. Mu Hengshi lowered the window and glanced at the car on the opposite side, as if sensing something, but all he could see was the black car door. The car was so fast, it flashed by in a flash. His thoughts were in a mess, and he withdrew his gaze with a feeling of unease.

Less than an hour later, when he came back, the villa was in ruins. Next to it was the villa where Mu Hengshi used to live, which was also affected. But what concerned him more was that the house where Song Qingmo had lived for 17 years and the place full of their memories was now burned down and turned into a wasteland.

"Mr. Mu, we tried our best, but the fire was too big and almost everything was burned out. Mr. Song is also missing, and he must have set the fire." The bodyguards reported tremblingly.

"You useless things! You didn't go and find the missing person for me. If the person runs away or cannot be found, you will have no chance of survival in the future." Mu Hengshi's face was as dark as if water was about to drip out, his brows were fierce, and his tone was vicious.

Clenching his fists, he gritted his teeth and returned to the car. He called his secretary and asked him to check the car he encountered today, send him a message, and have others chase it. A step too late, Song Qingmo had moved on again. After searching for a long time, the final clue still pointed to the American tycoon who had come out of retirement recently, Efren Stephen.

Rushing to the place and opening the room, everything was shattered. Song Qingmo was dead, with a hole in his heart... Mu Hengshi tried to get Song Qingmo back, but failed. In the end, he couldn't even keep a piece of Song Qingmo's clothes.

Song Qingmo's promise was still lingering in his ears. This guy rarely lied, but he had never told him the truth. This unique treatment was worse than nothing. After a long time in a daze, he supported his numb body and stood up from the incinerator.

Song Qingmo's ashes were taken away. Stephen was right. He was the murderer. He forced Song Qingmo to death. He knew that Song Qingmo wanted to leave even if he died. He knew that he was a person who would rather die than live in disgrace. But he still insisted on his own way and tried to keep him. Now, everything is over. Even the people who knew about the love-hate entanglement between them and could confide in them, looking back, found it ridiculous. Only Wen Zhiling could do that.

To some extent, the two of them are indeed a perfect match. They will do anything to get what they want, and these sharp spearheads are directed at Song Qingmo. He now only wants revenge on everyone, including himself.

Mu Hengshi held up a black umbrella and stood in front of a small grave like a silent mountain. He was thinking that Song Qingmo loved freedom all his life and his biggest ideal was to be a free and easy wanderer. He must be unhappy that he had made a home here.

On second thought, his body went to embrace the mountains and rivers, but he must have wanted to have a stable home. Maybe Song's father and others had found one for him, but he wanted to do his part and hoped that Song Qingmo, at least not just a few people would remember him.

Mu Hengshi did a lot of things. He transferred all his shares and donated all his assets to the poor mountainous areas in the name of Song Qingmo.

After his death, the Mu family will not take advantage of his coldness, and the throne will soon change hands.

Holding the lotus in his hand, Mu Hengshi put it down and gently brushed it towards the top of the tombstone. He straightened up, looked back again, and then walked away.

Wen Zhiling had no idea how long he had been in this dark, damp, musty place. He had long lost track of time, and Mu Hengshi hadn't even come once. He'd only sent people to deliver him meals at irregular intervals, just to prevent him from starving to death.

"Hiss--- Mu Hengshi, this stinky man, I didn't expect his method of torturing people is so similar to that old woman's. They are really mother and son, right? If I could get out, I would definitely xxxxx"

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