He rarely went home, so it was only after learning of Cen Yu's fiancé's death that he learned some details of Pei Leyun's passing from his father—his father was also one of the people who went to pay their respects that day.

"They say he drowned, but the whole thing is very strange."

Meng Yunqiu still remembered what her father said: "I heard that the Pei family's husband is a poor man from a small town. There were only two people on the island at the time. Who knows what happened?"

Hearing this, Meng Yunqiu felt uncomfortable. In his opinion, although Cen Yu thought about slacking off at work every day and leaving one day with a big bonus, he would not do something like murder for money.

"Even Master Zhang finds this troublesome," his mother said meaningfully at the dinner table. "How can it not be strange?"

“Master Zhang?” Meng’s father was a businessman, so of course he had heard of Master Zhang. “...Speaking of which, I saw his black and white photo back then.”

"He was smiling in the photo, but for some reason, I felt a chill down my spine." As he said this, Meng's father seemed to still be able to recall everything that happened in the funeral hall.

The man dressed in a black suit who came to pay his respects should have been Pei Lejun's husband; his face showed both exhaustion and sorrow.

With naturally pale skin, a black suit, and dark hair... from Meng's father's perspective, all that could be seen was Cen Yu's straight back and blank expression.

I don't know if it's the angle or something else.

Looking from Meng's father's position, he always felt that Pei Leyun in the portrait was looking at the black-haired youth with deep affection, as if she was extremely satisfied with his heartbroken and haggard appearance for her sake.