The room was quiet; it was as if you could hear two heartbeats, each with a different rhythm.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three minutes have passed...

The cigarette between Xiao Jingyan's fingers had burned out; it seemed he had only taken one puff.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at her; his eyes were bloodshot.

His thin lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Get out."

Tang Yaoyao brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, her smile sweet and bright, and put down the phone number she had written on the note: "Call me anytime."

After saying that, she stood up, turned around, and walked out.

He walked with extreme ease and grace.

She knew that Xiao Jingyan was angry and heartbroken, and that he trusted her words to some extent.

In that case, we are one step closer to success.

Tan Lu's career is probably over.

Of course, what the consequences would be for her taking Xiao Jingyan's place and deceiving him was none of her business.

What does it matter to her whether other people live or die?

......

No one dared to disturb Xiao Jingyan.

His special assistant only dared to stand far away at the door.

Xiao Jingyan smoked about four cigarettes before calling out his assistant's name: "Qiao Wen."

"Third Master." Qiao Wen hurriedly entered the house.

"Investigate the death of Yuan Yingcheng."

"yes."

Judging by the timeline, Yuan Yingcheng's body should have already been examined by a forensic doctor.

Qiao Wen only sent one text message.

A reply was received a few minutes later.

"Third Master, Yuan Yingcheng died of an acute cerebral hemorrhage. His cerebral blood vessels ruptured, and he died on the spot."

Xiao Jingyan took a deep drag on his cigarette, his voice growing even colder: "Get out."

Qiao Wen nodded quickly and left.

What exactly did Tang Yaoyao say to Third Master?

Third Master's current condition is very similar to when he had a bipolar disorder attack.

He dared not go far, and only dared to wait at the door.

Because, Third Master once told him that.

He must stop him if he tries to commit suicide again.

Third Master also said that he owed someone a life and couldn't just die casually.

Xiao Jingyan smoked one cigarette after another, filling the room with the pungent smell of cigarettes.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he stubbed out his last cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and seemed to be shrouded in darkness, without a trace of light.

He took out his phone and dialed a number he had never contacted before.

It rang three times, then I answered.

"Hey, Third Brother."

Hearing her gentle voice, Xiao Jingyan closed his eyes, his voice softer than he had ever spoken to anyone else: "Are you feeling better?"

"Don't worry, Third Brother, it's just the early stage. I'll be fine. You need to take good care of yourself." Tan Lu's voice was already a little choked up.

"good."

Tan Lu added, "Also, you need to take your medicine on time, okay?"

"Okay, I understand."

Tan Lu asked again, her voice gentle as water: "Third Brother, do you believe those rumors?"

Xiao Jingyan looked at the scar on his wrist for a long while before asking, "Tell me, is it true?"

“Of course not, I was framed, but don’t worry about me, I will definitely find a way to clear things up,” Tan Lu said, her voice trembling, then she laughed softly.

"baby."

Xiao Jingyan suddenly spoke.

Tan Lu felt a pang of panic; this was the first time in all the years she had known him that she had heard him call her that.

Tan Lu was at a loss and could only reply in the gentlest voice, "I'm here."

"Call me by my name, it's been a long time." Xiao Jingyan's voice sounded somewhat weary.