Ye Lancheng quickly stepped forward to help the old man up, only to find his face pale and his lips trembling.
"This, this isn't real, this isn't my son!" the old man cried out in despair.
The butler who rushed over was also stunned, staring incredulously at the familiar face in the photo.
The police officers exchanged glances and said, "We're sorry to bring you this news, but based on the evidence at the scene, the preliminary assessment is that the deceased drowned. If you have any leads or questions, please feel free to contact us."
After saying that, the police left, leaving the family heartbroken.
Old Master Ye couldn't withstand the shock and fainted again.
"Dad, Dad, quick, call an ambulance!" Tears streamed down Ye Lancheng's face. He never imagined that something like this would happen to his younger brother.
"Master, Master..." The butler stepped forward to support the old man, tears welling in his eyes.
Ye Lancheng held his father's hand tightly, his heart filled with pain and self-blame.
He recalled playing with his younger brother when he was a child, as if it were just yesterday.
Now, his younger brother has already left him.
At this moment, the doctor arrived and they quickly took Grandpa Ye to the hospital.
Ye Lancheng followed the stretcher, his eyes filled with confusion and sorrow. Ye's mother also got into the ambulance, holding Ye Lancheng's hand tightly.
In the hospital corridor, the Ye family members, having received the news, all arrived, and Ye Bosen was also anxiously pushed by Xiao Qianqian.
"Mom, how is Grandpa? Why did he faint?" Ye Bosen asked as soon as he saw his mother. His mother had only called them to come to the hospital without explaining the details.
Mother Ye choked back tears as she said, "The doctor is still examining him; the specifics are still unclear." Ye Bosen frowned and looked at Ye Lancheng, "Dad, what exactly happened? Why did Grandpa suddenly faint?"
Ye Lancheng was still holding his head in his hands, lost in grief. He shook his head wearily, "The police said your second uncle drowned. Your grandfather couldn't bear the news and..." Before he could finish speaking, Ye Lancheng's eyes reddened.
Xiao Qianqian gently patted Ye Bosen's shoulder and comforted him, "Ah Sen, don't worry, Grandpa will be alright."
"My second uncle drowned? How could this happen?" Ye Bosen was shocked when he heard the news.
At that moment, the emergency room door opened, and the doctor came out. Everyone rushed over to him.
"Doctor, how is my dad?"
"Doctor, how is my grandfather?"
...
The doctor looked at everyone with a grave expression and said, "The patient has suffered too much trauma. We've done our best. Please go in and take a look."
Upon hearing the doctor's words, the Ye family was devastated, as if struck by lightning. Overwhelmed with grief, they rushed into the emergency room. Old Master Ye lay on the hospital bed, his face pale and his breath weak. Ye Lancheng gripped his hand tightly, tears blurring his vision.
"Dad, I'm sorry... It's all my fault for not being able to protect my brother." Ye Lancheng sobbed uncontrollably.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, it's me, Asen, look at me!" Ye Bosen leaned closer to the old man, grabbed his hand tightly, and tears streamed down his face.
Old Master Ye struggled to open his eyes, looking at his family before him. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something. The Ye family members all gathered around, listening to his last words.
"Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things..." After saying these words with all his might, Old Master Ye closed his eyes forever.
"dad....."
"Grandpa, Grandpa..."
"Master, Master..."
...
A somber atmosphere filled the ward. The Ye family wept bitterly. Ye Lancheng lay prostrate on the old man's body, sobbing uncontrollably, while Ye Bosen held the old man's hand tightly for a long time. Ye's mother and Xiao Qianqian also shed tears, each supporting their husband's shoulders, trying to comfort them.
Two members of the Ye family died suddenly, and everyone was immersed in grief. Ye Lanhong aged a lot overnight, but he still had to take care of his father's and brother's funeral arrangements, so he couldn't fall down.
The funeral date was quickly set, and just three days later, the old man and Ye Lanhong were buried together.
Before the funeral, Ye Lancheng went to Old Master Ye's study to sort through his belongings. He accidentally found a letter with the words "To my son Lanhong" written on the envelope.
Ye Lanhong opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter. His expression turned extremely grave. The words in the letter revealed a shocking secret: he had never imagined that Ye Boxuan was not his younger brother's child.
Ye Lancheng, his face grim, put the letter back where it belonged. He decided not to tell anyone this secret for the time being, not even his wife. He silently walked out of the study, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.
On the day of the funeral, a light drizzle fell from the sky. Everyone from the Ye family, along with Old Master Ye's friends, business partners, key personnel from the company, and their respective relatives and friends, arrived in a dense crowd.
Ye Lancheng and his wife stood in the rain, with Xiao Qianqian pushing Ye Bosen, who was in a wheelchair, beside them, their expressions solemn.
"Dad, you can go in peace now. With your brother by your side, I can rest easy." Ye Lancheng looked at the old man's photo on the tombstone with a sad expression. Next to it was his brother's tombstone, and his brother in the photo was smiling happily.
"Dad, may you rest in peace. I will take good care of Lancheng, don't worry," Mother Ye said, wiping away her tears and her voice choked with emotion.
"Grandpa, may you rest in peace. Don't worry, I'll take good care of this family. Second Uncle, may you rest in peace too." Ye Bosen looked at the old man's photo, tears streaming down his face, his eyes red-rimmed.
"Grandpa, Second Uncle, may you rest in peace!" Xiao Qianqian bent down and presented each of them with a bouquet of flowers.
They made way, and the people behind them came up to offer flowers and condolences.
After all the mourners had left, Ye Lancheng dismissed the others, leaving only the two of them and Lu Tingyan behind.
Ye Lancheng showed Ye Bosen the letter left by the old man. Ye Bosen was puzzled. He took the letter and saw that the envelope should be from his second uncle. He looked at his father and wanted to ask him what it meant.
"Take a look at the contents."
"Um."
Ye Bosen took out the letter inside, read it carefully, and frowned. Ye Boxuan was not his second uncle's son. Then whose child was he? He handed the letter to Lu Tingyan next to him.
After receiving the letter, Lu Tingyan quickly glanced through it, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"What exactly is going on?" Ye Bosen asked.
"The reason I showed you this letter is that I don't believe your second uncle drowned himself. Knowing him as I do, even if he were completely out of it, he wouldn't go to such a far place to commit suicide."
"Dad, you suspect that Uncle was murdered?"
"Yes, so, Ayan, Dad hopes you can find out the truth about this matter. I don't want your second uncle to have died in vain."
"Oh, right, I didn't see Ye Boxuan and my second aunt." Ye Bosen had only recently woken up, and no one had had time to tell him what had happened during that time.
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