Chu Yichen lowered his eyes, leaned against the cold wall, and shrank into the darkness. "My companies are not small. I have already asked my grandfather to transfer them all to your name."
Chu Liyue only uttered three cold words: "No need."
Chu Yichen's lips curled up slightly, his cold voice tinged with self-mockery: "Anyway, I'm going to die soon, and those things will be ownerless anyway. Rather than letting someone else benefit from them, I might as well give them to you."
"Consider it as an attempt to make amends for the impact my father had on the Chu family in his earlier years."
Chu Liyue stood there for ten seconds, and when he didn't say anything more, she turned around.
"One last question!" Chu Yichen suddenly spoke, and Chu Liyue stopped in her tracks.
"Do you... really want to kill me?" He suddenly stood up, looked up at Chu Liyue, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"What do you think?" Chu Liyue turned her head slightly, the faint light outlining an extremely cold and perfect arc.
Xiao Wujie had almost lost her life at his hands several times, so she had a million reasons to kill him.
"I saved your life. Can I exchange this for my own?" He stared intently at Chu Liyue, his tone calm and without pleading.
Chu Liyue put her hands in her pockets, and after a moment, she gave a cold sneer and walked forward.
The crisp sound of high heels rang out again, but Chu Yichen's gaze was slightly unfocused as images flashed through his mind.
Many years ago, at the Chu family's old residence, a seventeen-year-old girl returned home from afar. She was stunningly beautiful and aloof.
Despite his excellence, he failed to attract her attention, but her unparalleled beauty and charm were imprinted on his mind like a poison.
Love at first sight, unforgettable.
Looking back suddenly, eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, he received no response. No matter what, he never even crossed her mind.
A phone suddenly rang in the hallway.
"Liyue, where have you been? My baby woke up and couldn't find you. He's so sad. If you don't have anything urgent, come back first." Bai Jingxuan's gentle voice was particularly clear in the empty and quiet corridor.
"Sister..." came another muffled, hoarse whisper from the phone.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, I have to go out for a bit. I'll be right back to you in ten minutes."
"Be good, don't rush."
The voice was gentler than he had ever heard before.
But she is clearly not a gentle person.
No... it should be said that she only gave her tenderness to that one person, for an eternity.
In the darkness, a cold blade gleaming with an eerie light appeared in his hand.
He straightened up, tidied his hair and clothes, glanced at the light outside the window one last time, retreated into the darkness, and with a flick of his wrist, fell to the ground.
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