She sent this evidence to Gu Yuxiao and Chao Youye at the same time, with the email signed with only a cold "Y".
"Let's go." She said to the assistant pushing the wheelchair, her voice as calm as if she was talking about the weather.
The wheelchair turned the corner, and the lights of the ICU were left behind.
The evening rain came suddenly, and raindrops as big as beans hit the bulletproof glass of Ye’s private car, blurring the neon lights outside the window.
Ye Fanshuang looked at the gradually shrinking outline of the Sacred Heart Hospital in the rearview mirror, and her fingertips slid across the photo on her phone of Su Xinghui kneeling and crying in prison - she had asked her assistant to take that photo and was going to send it to Ye Qingliu, but in the end she just saved it in an encrypted album.
"Ms. Ye, there's news from President Chao," the assistant handed over the tablet.
"Chao Zhenshan was 'accidentally' trapped in a snowstorm at the Antarctic research station, and communications were cut off. On Mr. Gu's side, Gu Yumou died of 'illness' aboard the 'Canglong,' with the public announcing a sudden heart attack."
Ye Fanshuang slid the screen and looked at the last distress email sent by Chao Zhenshan before he was trapped, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
She knew that the so-called "accident" was the work of Gu Yuxiao; the so-called "illness" was Ye Qingliu's way of settling accounts.
What she did was to anonymously report Chao Zhenshan's illegal ship to the International Maritime Organization on his escape route, ensuring that he could not escape.
The car passed a flower shop, and Ye Fanshuang suddenly asked the driver to stop. She asked her assistant to buy a bunch of blood-red roses, which were her favorite flowers and the ones Su Xinghui once mocked as "looking stained with blood."
She held the bouquet, watching the raindrops condense into beads on the petals. She remembered that many years ago, she and Su Xinghui bought flowers together in this flower shop. Su Xinghui pointed at the blood-red rose and said, "Fanshuang, why do you like such an unlucky flower?"
At that time she smiled and replied: "Because it is strong and bright, like fire."
Now that I think about it, everything was already foreshadowed.
Su Xinghui's betrayal was like fire, burning everyone; and her love was like this bloody rose, passionate but with thorns, and in the end she could only admire it alone.
The car started again, Ye Fanshuang placed the bouquet on his legs, and the coldness of the plaster could be felt through the wrapping paper.
She pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a final instruction to the intelligence director: "Clean up all traces of revenge related to me. From today on, the Ye Group will completely withdraw from the conflict between the Ye, Chao, and Gu families."
The assistant turned around in surprise: "Miss Ye, aren't we helping Mr. Ye?"
"Help." Ye Fanshuang looked at the rain outside the window with a deep look in his eyes, "But not as Ye Fanshuang."
She paused and added, "Also, send an anonymous sum of money to the hospital's intensive care unit, claiming it's a donation from a 'caring citizen,' specifically to pay for Ye Qingliu's subsequent rehabilitation treatment."
The car drove into the gate of Ye's Manor, but Ye Fanshuang did not get out immediately.
She looked at the blood-red rose in her hand. The rain had wet the wrapping paper, and the water droplets on the petals slid down like tears.
She opened the car door and her assistant immediately handed her an umbrella.
Ye Fanshuang shook his head, letting the cold rain fall on his face, mixing with an unknown liquid.
She held the blood-red rose and limped towards the manor gate. The plaster made a dull sound when it collided with the ground, which was particularly clear in the rainy night.
From now on, the road ahead is long, and she will protect the people she wants to protect in another way.
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