Hospital.

Su Yaoyao was forcibly brought here by Yu Chiyan's men. As soon as they entered the gate, Jiang Chen's figure rushed over.

"Master, the old lady has woken up."

A hint of excitement appeared in Yu Chiyan's eyes; "When did you wake up? Push me upstairs."

When Su Yaoyao heard that Old Madam Yu had woken up, a hint of joy appeared on her face as well; "Yu Chiyan, Grandma is awake, can you let me go now?"

Hearing Su Yaoyao mention wanting to leave again and again, Yu Chiyan's eyes grew even colder.

"Find a place to lock her up first, don't let her escape."

Upon hearing this, Su Yaoyao's expression stiffened. More than half an hour had already passed; if they delayed any longer...

“Yu Chiyan…”

The man didn't look into her pleading eyes, and Jiang Chen pushed him away.

The two quickly arrived at the old lady's ward.

The elderly woman in the bed was wearing a hospital gown, her hair was gray, and she looked like she had lost ten pounds overnight.

"grandmother……"

Yu Chiyan's already hoarse voice tightened slightly.

The elderly woman wearing a ventilator turned to look at him, a smile appearing on her face; "Chi Yan, don't be afraid, Grandma will be alright."

Jiang Chen, a grown man, had tears in his eyes when he heard these words.

The person Madam Yu was most worried about was Yu Chiyan.

"Grandma, how are you? Is there anything still bothering you?"

The old man shook his head; "It's alright, the doctor said he's out of danger, you don't need to worry too much."

"Okay, Grandma. Just take good care of yourself these next few days. Don't worry about the company. I'll take care of you."

Over the years, the old lady felt that Yu Chiyan was in poor health, so she had never let him manage the company's affairs. But now that her health is like this, she has no choice but to let Yu Chiyan manage it.

Madam Yu nodded without refuting, but soon she seemed to realize something and looked at Yu Chiyan.

"By the way, Chi Yan, Grandma's illness this time was just an accident. I hope you won't blame others."

She knows Yu Chiyan well, and probably knew everything about her illness during the time she was unconscious.

Upon hearing this, Yu Chiyan's expression turned slightly cold. "Grandma, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Seeing his reaction, Madam Yu didn't say anything more.

In a doctor's office, Su Yaoyao knocked on the door for a long time, but the guards outside ignored her completely.

Just when she felt she was about to collapse from exhaustion, Su Qingqing sent her another video.

In the video, two men were standing in front of the grave with shovels, looking like they were about to fight. She quickly called Su Qingqing.

But the other party didn't answer, and Su Yaoyao became even more flustered. Had they really already made a move?

Just then, the door was suddenly opened, and what came into view was Yu Chiyan's face, which had been burned beyond recognition by the fire.

"Su Yaoyao, this is the divorce agreement. Sign it and get out."

As his cold, emotionless words fell, a divorce agreement was thrown at Su Yaoyao's face.

It says above that she left with nothing.

Su Yaoyao laughed, feeling both pathetic and pitiful.

She casually picked up a pen from the desk and signed her name without hesitation.

"Yu Chiyan, from now on, we have absolutely no relationship. You have finally gotten what you wanted. Congratulations."

She wrote her name with a flourish, her gaze towards Yu Chiyan now tinged with indifference.

She handed the document to Yu Chiyan, and a cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Su Yaoyao put the file on the desk and turned to leave. Her anxious and flustered steps made her look somewhat disheveled. Watching her departing figure, Yu Chiyan suddenly became curious.

Why was she in such a hurry, without even glancing at her grandmother, reading the terms of the divorce agreement, or asking him for any property? Who was she rushing to see?

******

When Su Yaoyao arrived at the cemetery, it was raining heavily.

Large raindrops fell on her, making her look like she was about to collapse.

Mu Qian's grave has been dug up, revealing a small, square box inside.

"Su Qingqing, don't touch her! Don't touch my mother!"

Su Yaoyao tried to rush over, but was held back.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the water stains on her face were indistinguishable between rainwater and tears.

How could Su Qingqing possibly listen to her?

She put on gloves, held the urn in her hand, and looked at Su Yaoyao with a wicked gaze.

"Hey sister, you're late! Do you remember what I said?"

Remember!

How could she not remember?

"Su Qingqing, as long as you promise not to touch my mother, I'll do anything you ask!"

Su Qingqing smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at seeing her disheveled and humble appearance.

"Really? You'll agree to anything I ask?"

Seeing that she was wavering, Su Yaoyao quickly nodded; "Yes."

Unexpectedly, Su Qingqing curled her lips and said, "Fine, then kneel down and kowtow to me now, and I'll let you go."

Su Yaoyao's face turned even paler.

"What, you don't want to?" Su Qingqing looked at her expression, narrowed her eyes, and held the phone box high, as if it was about to be thrown to the ground in the next second.

"No! Su Qingqing, I'll kneel, please stop!"

As Su Yaoyao spoke, she bent her knees and knelt on the wet ground covered with yellow mud.

Su Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter; "Oh, Su Yaoyao, you bitch, you're doing this today too?"

Su Yaoyao gritted her teeth; "Now you can give me back my things, right?"

"Here you go, sure!" Su Qingqing smiled and walked towards Su Yaoyao with the ashes in her hand.

However, at that moment, she slipped, and the urn in her hand was thrown high into the air before falling heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

The sound of porcelain shattering was clear and distinct, like a demonic sound that broke down the last line of defense in Su Yaoyao's mind.

No...don't.

Her voice was hoarse as she watched as the ashes mixed with the rainwater on the ground. The rain grew heavier and heavier, quickly washing the ground clean.

"Sorry, sister, my foot slipped."

Su Yaoyao glared at her fiercely, her eyes seeming to want to devour her; "Su Qingqing, do you know how much I sacrificed to get the ashes? I was willing to marry that notorious good-for-nothing young master in your place, and I shamelessly asked the Yu family for all sorts of cooperation, but now you just destroy it all, Su Qingqing, you truly inherited the viciousness of your mistress mother!"

With each word she spoke, the resentment in her heart grew stronger.

Why, why did you have to destroy everything she had? What did she do to deserve this?

Upon hearing Su Yaoyao mention Chen Huimei, Su Qingqing's face immediately contorted in a distorted expression.

"You bitch, you probably have no idea whose mother is the mistress!"

Su Yaoyao froze for a moment upon hearing this; "You... what do you mean!"