[Your card ending in 1028 received a mobile banking payment of 5,000,000 yuan (transferred from another bank) on November 5th at 06:55. Recipient's name: Ye Li.]
Before Fu Yanci could react, a new WeChat message popped up on the screen.
[Ah Li: The first installment of 5 million yuan owed, please check, Mr. Fu! Image.jpg]
Screenshot of the bank's electronic receipt.
【Ah Li, between you and me, there's only widowhood, not divorce! Divorce? I don't agree!】
After sending the message, Fu Yanci's already aching heart was once again pierced by the red exclamation mark in front of it.
When I called back, there was no answer.
Fu Yanci knew that Ye Li had blocked him.
Just like when she blocked Zhou Hechen, it was swift and decisive.
I used to think that Ali was good at taking things in stride.
But when the same method was applied to him, Fu Yanci realized just how painful it was.
As the sky outside the window gradually brightened, Fu Yanci's heart remained shrouded in darkness.
It was as if, after Ye Li uttered those words, his heart had plummeted to the bottom of that sunless lake, landing in the cracks between the rocks beneath that giant boulder.
Pitch black.
Damp.
Cold.
The gentle moonlight that should have shone on the boulder also vanished.
Every breath I exhaled was icy cold.
As 9 o'clock approached, Xiang Yang walked into the president's office carrying documents and a coffee cup. He had barely opened the door when he subconsciously paused.
Everything in the office was as usual.
But a faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air, and a familiar sense of oppression washed over them.
Xiang Yang glanced at the stairwell subconsciously and knew that the Boss had slept in the rooftop rest room again last night.
When Ye Li left the capital, it seemed she took the happiness and warmth of the Lishan Mansion with her.
The boss doesn't even want to go home anymore.
Xiang Yang tiptoed into the office.
Put down the file.
Arrange the coffee cups.
As Xiang Yang turned to leave, footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs.
A cold, deep voice then rang out.
"Has Fu Er replied?"
"Yes. Madam and Madam Ye have been settled at 169 St. Rona, near Toronto Hospital. Their accommodation was arranged by Mr. Luo from Star. Fu Er has confirmed that they are safe. Fu Wu is keeping watch nearby."
Are there any others?
"At the hospital, I found the attending physician who treated Mr. Ye. He said that Mr. Ye was already at his limit and had no breath when he was wheeled into the emergency room. He said that Mr. Ye passed away peacefully and did not die suddenly due to shock, which can be corroborated by the various data during the emergency treatment."
Fu Yanci remained silent.
Xiang Yang didn't know what else he could report.
After a long while, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out a few photos that Fu Erfa had given him from his phone.
"This is Madam's residence in Toronto. ... There's a large supermarket nearby, and Madam went there to buy some household supplies. ... The area is very convenient, so Boss, don't worry!"
The photo was taken rather hastily.
It's an unremarkable two-story villa; you can't tell anything special about it.
As for the photos of Ye Li's purchases, they only show her back; you can't even see her face.
But Fu Yanci was looking at Xiang Yang's phone intently.
Ali seems to have lost weight again.
From Beijing to Shanghai, and then to Sicheng and Bincheng, YL and Jiahe's joint fashion week received a warm response, and she traveled to so many places non-stop.
I haven't even had a proper rest since I got back, and so many things have happened one after another.
Toronto isn't as cold as Beijing, and I wonder if she brought enough clothes when she left.
She has to take care of her mother, as well as her studies and studio, making her work doubly hard.
And all of this was caused by him!
With a look of deep melancholy in his eyes, Fu Yanci stared blankly for a while before handing the phone back to Xiang Yang. "Tell Fu Er and the others to be careful and not let Madam find out."
"yes."
Seeing that the boss had no further instructions, Xiang Yang took the phone, turned around, and left the office.
Then, he sent a message to Fu Er.
Meeting.
Lunch break.
Look at all kinds of documents.
When Ali was in the capital, even the air was warm.
Even the occasional ring of a cell phone can instantly brighten up a dull office.
But now, it's only early winter, yet Fu Yanci feels as if it's already the dead of winter, unbearably cold.
As evening fell, Fu Yanci left the Fu family compound and drove to the west of the city once again.
The room was completely silent, both inside and out.
Lin Kerou huddled in the corner, hugging her arms tightly, exuding a deathly aura.
She was here when she opened her eyes. A day and a night had passed, and she didn't even know where she was.
A bad feeling told her that she had definitely fallen into Fu Yanci's hands.
The huge room felt like it was underground, with doors and windows, but it was pitch black outside the windows, making it impossible to tell day from night.
Occasionally, the clanging of chains and cries for help echoed from afar.
It makes one's heart race even more.
Lin Kerou didn't know why Fu Yanci had captured her but then disappeared.
But the thought of Ye Li and Fu Yanci breaking up made Lin Kerou feel inexplicably excited.
The hospital video is authentic.
Li Li's last words were also true.
Not to mention the two gifts she gave to Ye Li before.
It's only been a year. What deep feelings could there be between Ye Li and Fu Yanci?
There was Ye Mushen's death, the Ye family's bankruptcy, and Li Xueqing's relapse.
Ye Li's departure from Fu Yanci was inevitable.
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