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Ye Wenyu immediately replied to Lin Tingfeng, "Yes, my stomach has been hurting all day. It's probably because my period is about to start. I've also been feeling a bit dazed."

She didn't want to mention anything about her mother, because if it really involved Lin Tingfeng, she was afraid of alerting him. Therefore, in order not to arouse his suspicion, she composed herself and even raised her head to give Lin Tingfeng a bright smile.

Lin Tingfeng put aside his doubts, smiled, and said to her, "Then how about this, I'll make the noodles, Xiaoyu, go and rest outside." His voice was as gentle as silk.

Ye Wenyu nodded and turned to leave. She sat in the restaurant chair, still lost in thought, a thought lingering in her mind like a brand.

What if Lin Tingfeng really was involved in the mother's death?!

A thunderclap seemed to resound in her heart, her face turned as white as snow, and her hands, placed at her sides, began to tremble uncontrollably.

You know, back then, it was indeed because her mother died that she lost her home and her loved ones overnight, which made her miss Lin Tingfeng's love and warmth even more. Generally speaking, on a cold winter night, the cold and darkness outside always make the light and warmth at home stand out even more. The same principle applies to life.

So when he appeared and told her that he was divorced and would marry her, she accepted his proposal without hesitation, and the two got back together.

If her mother hadn't died suddenly, leaving her homeless and an orphan, she wouldn't have returned to his embrace so quickly.

Is it possible that he orchestrated this death in order to bring her back into his arms?

If the mother truly died from homicide, who is the prime suspect, who has the motive for murder? There is only one person, and that is—

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu's heart trembled; she dared not think any further. Up to this point, she truly loved him deeply and trusted him unconditionally, but if the reality were so cruel, she simply couldn't bear to imagine it—

Ye Wenyu thought painfully, her hands clenched into fists. She forced herself not to let her mind wander, but her thoughts, like a capricious little person, kept uncontrollably drifting in that direction.

In short, Lin Tingyue's reappearance was like a pebble thrown into the calm center of a lake, causing ripples to spread throughout her life.

At this moment, Lin Tingfeng came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles, placed them on the dining table, and said to Ye Wenyu with a smile, "The noodles are ready, eat them while they're hot."

As the president of the Lin Group, she was probably the first woman he ever cooked noodles for.

Just as Ye Wenyu was thinking about who the prime suspect was, she heard Lin Tingfeng's voice and jumped up as if she had been burned. Her eyes widened like teacups as she stared at him blankly. The dining table moved slightly because of her, and the soup from the noodles spilled out.

She repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The soup flowed like a stream along the table, soon to spill onto the floor. Under the orange-red light, the soup looked like blood, which was rather frightening.

Lin Tingfeng smiled and shook his head, saying to Ye Wenyu, "Why are you so easily startled, Xiaoyu?" He then turned and went into the kitchen, grabbed a rag, and wiped up the spilled soup. After thinking for a moment, he asked suspiciously, "Xiaoyu, did you see someone?"

"No, no." Ye Wenyu immediately denied it, her eyes filled with panic and unease. She had no choice but to sit down again, lower her head, and pretend to start eating noodles.

Lin Tingfeng didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them began to eat noodles quietly.

However, neither of them had an appetite, ate a few bites haphazardly, and then stopped.

The night was extremely quiet; the sound of the wind outside could be heard, like a thousand horses galloping past the window. Time seemed to drag on endlessly, and Ye Wenyu was restless, feeling as if each day was an eternity.

When night fell, the two went to bed, each seemingly preoccupied with their own thoughts. Ye Wenyu had a nightmare because of what happened during the day.

In a cold, damp, and heavy white fog, she dreamed that her mother came to her, covered in blood, and said, "I'm so pitiful, Xiaoyu. I didn't commit suicide. Someone killed me! You must help me find out the truth and seek justice for my mother!"

Then her mother approached her, hugged her, and burst into tears. Then, Ye Wenyu felt that her body was wet. She looked down and saw that her mother's whole body seemed to be made of blood, and blood was seeping out. First, blood flowed from her seven orifices, and then every pore on her body was seeping blood, and the blood all fell on her body.

The two people turned into bright red blood.

She was terrified and woke up screaming. When she opened her eyes, she realized it was already broad daylight. Lin Tingfeng was no longer by her side; he must have been busy with work at the company and had gone there early.

Ye Wenyu sat half-upright on the bed, drenched in cold sweat. She decided to go to her stepfather's place, her former home. Perhaps she could find some clues there.

She hadn't been to her stepfather's house in ages. She hadn't been back since her mother died; without her mother, that house was no longer her home.

Ye Wenyu got out of bed, thought about it, changed into some clothes for going out, hailed a taxi, and went directly to her stepfather's house.

Sitting in the car, she watched the scenery on both sides of the street, like a slideshow, slowly passing before her eyes.

The past is like smoke. Now, when I think back to how I used to treat my stepfather's house as my own, and how we lived there together in a warm and happy atmosphere, those things seem as distant as a past life.

Ye Wenyu pondered for a moment, and when she arrived at her door, she found it closed. She knocked, but no one answered, so she knew no one was home. She laughed, thinking how silly she had been. Her stepfather had a job, and it was broad daylight; how could anyone be home unless there was a ghost?

Ghosts? If so, after the mother passed away, could her spirit still linger in her old home? It is said that some people die without realizing they are dead, and their spirits continue to do the same things they did when they were alive.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu, as if possessed, pressed her ear against the door to listen. Through the door, she always felt that her mother was sweeping the house, making the bed, folding the quilt, and washing clothes, and that she was singing as she washed, chopped, and folded vegetables.

She stood quietly and sadly at the door for a few minutes, intending to leave, but as she turned to go, she suddenly stopped and looked at the stairs. It was an old, multi-story building. Her mother had committed suicide by jumping from the roof of this building. In other words, if she walked up the stairs to the roof now, she could see the spot where her mother had committed suicide, and perhaps she would make a new discovery.