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The rain poured down, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and the wind shook the trees violently, creating a truly terrifying scene.

Jiang Zhiming, in pain, released his grip. Ye Wenyu then took a few steps back, maintaining a safe distance from Jiang Zhiming. When she looked up again, Lin Tingfeng was nowhere to be found.

I seriously doubt that seeing Lin Tingfeng just now was a nightmare.

Still shaken, she blinked. She wasn't sure if she had really seen Lin Tingfeng or if she was hallucinating from fear.

The rain was getting heavier; the groceries she bought fell to the ground, and even two tomatoes floated in puddles. She was soaked to the bone. Ye Wenyu sighed inwardly, wiped the rain from her hair, ignored Jiang Zhiming, and turned to walk back alone.

This time, seeing the blood dripping from his wrist, Jiang Zhiming did not chase after him.

Ye Wenyu stayed home alone for three days, because she was afraid that if she went out, she would run into Jiang Zhiming again, which would bring him great risks.

As time went on, she gradually became certain that she had not seen Lin Tingfeng. She was just having a hallucination of fear because she was too scared. Just like Jiang Zhiming said, Lin Tingfeng was busy fighting with the other members of the Lin family for the inheritance. He didn't have time to care about her and Jiang Zhiming, who were insignificant people.

Her panicked heart gradually calmed down.

However, three days later, her phone rang urgently. When Ye Wenyu picked it up, she was surprised to see that it was Lin Tingyue calling!

She froze, then stood up as if electrocuted, a strong sense of unease washing over her like a fog.

The phone was squeaking desperately, like a wounded mouse.

Time passed incessantly as her phone rang incessantly, as if Lin Tingyue wouldn't hang up until she answered. Finally, Ye Wenyu composed herself and, with trembling hands, answered Lin Tingyue's call.

The room felt like it could catch fire at any moment, and the air felt thick and still.

Lin Tingyue's voice immediately came through, sharp and filled with fear. She said to her, "Where are you? I need to see you!"

What on earth happened? The feeling of unease, like the light outside the window, grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Wenyu was extremely annoyed and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to see you, Lin Tingyue. Don't look for me anymore. I'm all alone now, not with your brother anymore. I can barely take care of myself, I'm practically dead. Don't come looking for me, whether it's bad news or good news, I don't want to hear it." After saying this, she planned to hang up the phone.

Just as she was about to hang up, Lin Tingyue's voice suddenly came through sharply: "Zhiming is dead!"

What? Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Ye Wenyu froze. She had intended to hang up, but then withdrew her hand. Her trembling hand brought the phone back to her ear, and her body began to tremble like a leaf in a storm. Even her teeth started chattering, her upper teeth hitting her lower teeth. An endless fear enveloped her, like a boundless ocean, terrifying her to the extreme.

She must have misheard. No way, no way. Death isn't easy. She's thought about suicide countless times, but she's still alive, isn't she?

Jiang Zhiming was so young and promising; it's impossible for him to suddenly die.

Ye Wenyu stood there, as if he were a clay sculpture or a wooden carving.

Lin Tingyue was practically in a state of collapse and madness. She cried out loudly, "He died at his place! I heard it was carbon monoxide poisoning, but he was so young, and a college student, how could he not have such basic common sense? He killed him, he killed him!" Lin Tingyue's voice was filled with despair and fear.

Ye Wenyu's mind went blank. She began to breathe rapidly, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. She felt like a fish thrown ashore, unable to breathe freely.

She could hardly believe it, nor could she bear it.

I felt like a pitiful ant, being repeatedly kneaded by the giant hand of fate, not far from death.

Lin Tingyue gasped as she said to her, "Ye Wenyu, do you know that Jiang Zhiming was the love of my life? He's dead, and I'm going to die too. I can't take it, I can't take it!" Lin Tingfeng's voice was like that of a mad cat, filled with overwhelming grief.

Ye Wenyu paced back and forth in the room as if she were being burned, as if she were experiencing an earthquake and tsunami. She asked Lin Tingyue, "Where are you?"

Lin Tingyue's words were unreliable. She didn't believe that Jiang Zhiming would suddenly die; it must be fake news. Lin Tingyue's condition also seemed off. She had to go see her.

Lin Tingyue gave him the address, and Ye Wenyu rushed over there.

When she arrived there, she found that it was the top floor of the Lin Group building. She took the elevator directly up, and when she passed the floor where Lin Tingfeng's president's office was located, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Lin Tingyue sat on the rooftop terrace, the strong wind blowing her long hair, her face as pale as ice and snow.

Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at her phone screen.

In short, the current Lin Tingyue is indeed different from the Lin Tingyue of the past.

She used to be flamboyant and proud, like a hummingbird in the vibrant spring, but now she is like a dead bird in winter, filled with despair and loneliness.

Ye Wenyu walked tremblingly to Lin Tingyue and sat down opposite her. Lin Tingyue's large eyes were filled with sorrow and despair. She looked at her phone screen and slowly said to her, "You've finally come to see me."

Ye Wenyu remained silent; she still couldn't accept the fact that Jiang Zhiming was dead.

When Cai Wenchuan approached her, he died. So when Jiang Zhiming appeared and initially showed signs of wanting to take care of her, she nipped it in the bud. She had already kept her distance and drawn a clear line, doing better than when she was with Cai Wenchuan. So why did Jiang Zhiming still die?

Was this an accident or murder?

Who killed him?

Who has gone mad, or is it fate that has gone mad? The gears are turning wildly, and no one can control death.

Death is like a domino effect, first the mother, then Cai Wenchuan, then Jiang Zhiming, and who will be next?

Ye Wenyu's face turned as pale as a corpse. She held her head in her hands, not daring to think about it.

Perhaps Lin Tingyue was lying to her; Jiang Zhiming was not dead.

At this moment, Lin Tingyue, as if on the verge of death, softly said to Ye Wenyu, "Xiaoyu, I always thought that if I separated you and my brother, my mother and I would get the family fortune. But the lawsuit came out, and we lost. Lin Tingfeng owns two-thirds of the Lin Group's shares, so he still controls the group. My mother and I lost. My mother is sick in the hospital, and I haven't dared to tell her about Zhiming's death." Lin Tingyue's voice trembled like a tree in the wind. She hugged herself tightly, as if she were seriously ill.

Ye Wenyu felt the world turn gray and white. She stared blankly at Lin Tingyue and asked her softly, "Is Jiang Zhiming really dead?"