Then, two more people came in from outside the door.

An Youhe and Chen Yang turned around at the same time, and An Youhe recognized Feng Gan at a glance.

Feng Gan returned An Youhe's gentle smile.

"Feng Gan, what are you doing here?"

Feng Gan pointed to the beautiful woman beside him, "This is Qin Shi, my girlfriend. I don't know this Ye Zhou, but Qin Shi is his ex-girlfriend."

Chen Yang couldn't help but chuckle at this complicated relationship, "You don't mind at all that your current boyfriend is attending your ex-boyfriend's funeral?"

Feng Gan said, "The dead are the greatest."

Chen Yang nodded. As expected, he was the big boss who owned Fuxue Ice Cream. He had a certain air about him.

Qin Shi covered her face and wept, unable to accept this fact. Chen Yang then told Qin Shi everything again.

Feng Gan sat to one side, looking at An Youhe with regret and guilt in his eyes.

They met many years ago.

—Memories Sealed Away—

Feng Gan was suddenly attacked; his attackers wanted him dead.

What was supposed to be a joyous ribbon-cutting ceremony for a new store was disrupted when unscrupulous individuals broke in with knives.

The crowd became extremely chaotic, and Feng Gan was being chased from behind, so he quickly fled the scene.

He ran until dark, clutching his injured shoulder.

But the footsteps continued.

He hid next to a trash can, holding a broken glass bottle he had picked up at random.

The brain's nerves are constantly on alert.

The white dress that appeared before him suddenly brought him to his senses.

The girl's pure eyes flickered with worry.

"Sir, you're injured. Come up with me, I have some medicine."

Feng Gan hesitated, but then he noticed a person looking around in a hurry at the corner. Without further hesitation, he went upstairs with An Youhe's help.

After Feng Gan sat down, he couldn't help but observe the girl's residence. This was a habit he hadn't been able to break over the years; he was always very cautious no matter who he was facing.

However, what was in front of her was the living quarters of an ordinary girl, very clean and tidy, with not a single painting on the white walls.

An Youhe tied her hair up, took out a spare medical kit, cut the fabric around the wound with scissors, and began her skillful and meticulous operation.

Feng Gan felt somewhat uncomfortable facing the magnified face of the young and pretty girl.

Are you a doctor?

An Youhe shook her head.

"Your technique is almost like a doctor's."

"Thank you. I just read some related books when I have time, but your wound is a bit deep. I can only apply medicine to stop the bleeding. For real treatment, you need to go to the hospital."

"No need, just stop the bleeding. I can't go to the hospital right now. But why aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?"

The girl's bandaged hand froze on the spot, lost in thought. "Should I make a phone call?"

Feng chuckled, wondering if the girl in front of him was truly naive. "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, but I need to stay here for a few days, is that alright?"

An Youhe hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? Judging from your clothes, you should be a rich person. Why are you staying here with me?"

"I need to find the bad guy, and he's inside my company. So, I'd like to stay here for a couple of days and observe how things develop. I'll pay you when the time comes. You seem to be a student, don't you?"

An Youhe shook her head, "I've been working for several years now."

Feng Gan observed the girl in front of him, who looked to be about the same age as a high school student, but she had a weathered look about her, with a calm and collected demeanor, as if life itself was a stagnant pool.

An Youhe picked up the first-aid kit and stood up. "If you want to stay, you can stay for a few days."

Feng Gan quickly replied, "I am extremely grateful."

Over the next few days, Feng Gan watched the news on his phone and couldn't have been more relaxed.

In addition to doing housework, An Youhe also wears an apron to cook.

An Youhe's rented room was small, with only one bed. Feng Gan slept on the sofa at night, but he had slept in all kinds of environments since he was a child, so the sofa was a good choice.

An Youhe goes to work during the day, and before leaving, she will leave lunch for Feng Gan.

Feng Gan doesn't have to do anything; it's like he's on vacation. All he has to do every day is stare at the TV.

A week later, someone finally couldn't wait to slip up, and it was time for Feng Gan to leave.

He suddenly felt reluctant to leave, and in the end, he could only leave without saying goodbye.

When I saw An Youhe again, the girl was asleep, lying on the bed, as quiet as an angel.

"Mr. Feng, this is a small gift for you. I heard you like this girl," the middle-aged butler said, bowing obsequiously to Feng Gan.

Feng Gan glanced at him sideways, "Who told you that?"

The butler trembled slightly. He had followed Feng Gan for many years and had long since figured out Feng Gan's preferences. He had found the way to get the girl, but Feng Gan didn't seem to feel any pleasure.

Feng Gan turned to leave, but after a few steps, he unexpectedly turned back and picked the girl up from the bed.

The butler was secretly pleased, but then he heard Feng Gan say, "You can get out of here now. Don't let me see you again."

It was ultimately unsafe to stay in a bar, so Feng Gan placed the person on a huge bed and had the family doctor come to examine him. Only after confirming that it was just a small amount of sedative drug did he feel a little relieved.

The girl now appeared before him completely unguarded in his home, and Feng Gan couldn't help but have some of the thoughts that men might have.

He couldn't help but slowly move closer to the girl; desire took over.

"Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou."

Feng Gan instantly regained his senses, got up, and closed the door.

He's not the kind of person who acts recklessly. He can clearly understand who treats him well and what kind of person they are.

"After she wakes up tomorrow, we'll send her back safely."

"Yes, sir."

——————

The funeral began.

Amidst the somber atmosphere of the crowd, a woman dressed in black and wearing a black top hat arrived late.

The woman was dressed in all black, with black gloves and long golden hair.

She rushed over and then took the hat off her head.

The girl was a stunning beauty even without makeup.

Chen Yang chuckled, "Isn't this another one of Ye Zhou's ex-girlfriends? How come he has so many ex-girlfriends? This kid is really lucky with women."

Jiang Jiayan slowly approached the coffin, looking at the portrait of the boy displayed in the mourning hall, just like the last time she saw him.

"How could this be?" The beauty's fair face showed a pained expression.

Jiang Jiayan did not know An Youhe, but An Youhe knew Jiang Jiayan.

The girl gripped her handbag tightly, suppressing her anger.

She hates Jiang Jiayan.

It wasn't just because Ye Zhou liked her.

It was because of her avoidance, her indifference to everything, and her leaving without a care, even though Ye Zhou clearly liked her so much.

Jiang Jiayan's fingers touched the coffin, as if she could touch the boy's body through the coffin.

Suddenly, she was pushed away forcefully.

Jiang Jiayan stared at the girl in front of her, somewhat dazed.

The girl spread her arms to block in front of the coffin, as if she were desperately protecting something.

"You're not allowed to touch him! He doesn't want to see you!"