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Ye Wenyu thought painfully that when her mother had just passed away, she was more doubtful than anyone else in the world. She had a thousand, ten thousand reasons why she couldn't accept the fact that her mother had jumped off a building and committed suicide.

Because my mother was so happy, so enthusiastic, and full of hope for the future, how could such a person suddenly jump off a building and commit suicide?

She questioned the police countless times and repeatedly asked them to investigate. After several months, their investigation yielded no results, and they could only conclude that the case involved suicide.

Even after the case was closed as a suicide, she still couldn't accept the fact that her mother had jumped to her death.

She vowed to find the truth herself, to get the real result, and to avenge her mother! But later, she couldn't find any clues. After that, she lived a muddled, depressed, and confused life until six months later, when she reunited with Lin Tingfeng, and the two of them got together.

She rallied, and the sweet life made her almost forget her desperate desire to find the truth about her mother's death. But now, Lin Tingyue's appearance and her raised voice reminded Ye Wenyu of the past and her plans.

A wave of guilt washed over her, almost suffocating her.

She is so unfilial! She clearly had doubts about her mother's death, but later on, she almost forgot about it.

What should she do?!

Ye Wenyu stopped abruptly, staring blankly at the blinding night outside the window. She had been standing in a maze, never seeking the truth. So, had she been living a lie all along?

Lin Tingfeng returned home after an unknown amount of time. He opened the door and found the room very quiet; he could hear his own breathing. He assumed Ye Wenyu wasn't home and felt a little disappointed. He smiled and fumbled for the light switch in the dark, only to be shocked to find Ye Wenyu standing barefoot on the floor, as if petrified, her entire body unusually pale and in pain. He was stunned for a moment.

It's so strange that she's staring blankly like that.

A fog of confusion rose in Lin Tingfeng's mind. He rushed forward and asked Ye Wenyu with concern, "What happened? Her current state is too abnormal!" Lin Tingfeng pursed his lips, a string in his heart was taut, taut to the point of shining.

Ye Wenyu panicked and immediately lowered her head, saying evasively, "It's nothing, it's nothing." She dared not meet Lin Tingfeng's gaze. Her heart pounded wildly, like a drumbeat.

Today, Lin Tingyue told her that she knew the truth about her mother's death. She didn't say it was related to Lin Tingfeng, but Ye Wenyu knew that it must be related to Lin Tingfeng! Because it wasn't related to Lin Tingfeng, Lin Tingyue wouldn't be so kind as to come and tell her on her own initiative.

The air in the room seemed frozen; it didn't feel like a warm home, but rather an icebox.

Ye Wenyu was lost in thought, her heart sinking like a pebble falling into a dark valley. Her vision blurred, and she realized she must be imagining things.

Lin Tingyue is definitely slandering me maliciously!

Don't act like an ignorant and indecisive child, letting others sway your thoughts.

She kept telling herself that her mother had indeed committed suicide. The pressure of life was too great, the first half of her life was too painful, and she could not see any hope in the second half. She had been admitted to one of the top universities in the country, but her mother still had to support her. So, she couldn't bear the bitterness of life and jumped off the building in a moment of despair.

Ye Wenyu forced herself to believe that her mother's death was suicide.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if her mother's death was truly related to Lin Tingfeng. And if she had stayed by his side, deeply loving him, wouldn't that have been incredibly foolish?

"Have you had dinner yet?" Lin Tingfeng looked at the deserted kitchen and dining room and asked Ye Wenyu with concern.

Her unusual reaction deepened his doubts. An indescribable weariness surged from the depths of his body like a tidal wave.

Ye Wenyu then realized that since seeing Lin Tingyue run back, she had neither eaten lunch nor dinner, and had spent the entire day in a daze.

I don't feel cold, nor do I feel hungry.

She shook her head and lied, saying she wasn't hungry, but her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly as if it were an empty city.

In the quiet night, the growling of her hungry stomach sounded especially loud.

Lin Tingfeng laughed. Although he was puzzled, he still cheered himself up, took Ye Wenyu's hand, and said gently, "Then, let's go out to eat."

Ye Wenyu shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to go out, I can't eat." Her head was buzzing, and all sorts of thoughts were jumping around in her mind like giant dragons. She was afraid that if she went out, she would lose control and question Lin Tingfeng, thus giving herself away.

The most important thing for a person is to remain calm and composed at all times.

Lin Tingfeng hesitated for a moment, then turned around and gave Ye Wenyu a deep look. His heart was filled with doubts. He said to her, "Then I'll make two bowls of noodles. Let's eat noodles." Ye Wenyu nodded and walked into the kitchen, saying to him, "You sit down and rest for a bit. I'll cook the noodles."

She couldn't let him become suspicious. Regardless of whether her mother's death was related to Lin Tingfeng, her suspicion would still be hurtful to him, only differing in the degree of the harm.

At first, Ye Wenyu was cooking noodles in the kitchen, while Lin Tingfeng sat in the living room, resting with his eyes slightly closed. The room was quiet, with only the water in the pot in the kitchen slowly boiling. However, as time passed, long after the time to cook two bowls of noodles was up, Ye Wenyu remained in the kitchen, not coming out for a long time.

Lin Tingfeng felt something was amiss, and his existing doubts deepened. He stood up and went to the kitchen to investigate. The kitchen door wasn't closed. He peeked inside and saw the flames on the gas stove dancing like little blue sprites. The water in the pot had long since boiled, countless tiny bubbles rising and disappearing, bubbling vigorously. But Ye Wenyu, holding noodles, stood by the stove like a statue, staring blankly in one direction, her face as pale as snow. She held the noodles in her hand, remaining in that position for an unknown amount of time, yet she didn't put the noodles into the pot.

This is so strange!

Lin Tingfeng hesitated, sensing something was amiss. He walked over to her and gently reminded her, "The water in the pot is almost boiled dry, why aren't you cooking the noodles?"

Ye Wenyu suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly started making noodles. Because of her panic, many noodles didn't end up in the pot and instead fell onto the stove and the floor.

She seemed to have done something wrong, and kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

Lin Tingfeng witnessed all of this, and his doubts deepened.

He asked her with concern, "Xiaoyu, are you feeling unwell?"