Mr. Lu's tear fell on the back of the little boy's hand.

It also hit Ye Wan on the heart.

All day long, whether he was talking, laughing, or watching quietly, there was always an empty voice in Ye Wan's heart: Why? Who can tell me, what's going on?

The tenderness on mom and dad's faces when they hold their baby is real.

The bankruptcy of the Ye family is also true.

If the little bun was not from the Lu family, Ye Wan would definitely think that everything was normal.

After all, China is a vast country with abundant resources. Every second, children are lost and elderly people die. Naturally, companies go bankrupt and families are destroyed.

It's all normal.

But the little bun is the child of the fourth master of the Lu family.

It is said that the fourth master of the Lu family died in a family feud.

Thinking back to the days before the Ye family went bankrupt, Ye Wan was a little dazed.

She...can't remember!

The scenes in her memory were extremely vague. She couldn't even remember whether her father was running around home and the company with a sad face during that period.

Mom was worried but she hid it from her and the little one.

And what is the little bun doing?

It was as if the memory had been deliberately stripped from her brain and she could not remember it at all.

But……

Dad, Mom, I really miss you!

I want to do it so much!

Looking up at the bright and clear full moon above his head, Ye Wan stared in a daze, as if he could see his father and mother standing side by side on the moon.

When he lowered his eyes again, he saw the tall figure in the Chuihua Gate.

I don't know how long he has been here.

The refreshing and cool scent of fir trees wafted over me, relieving my sad mood a little.

Ye Wan naturally leaned on his shoulder and said, "Tell me about Fourth Uncle?"

"good."

Lu Changchuan nodded, put his arm around the girl's shoulders, and held her in his arms.

"My fourth uncle is Yan Sheng, the most outstanding man of the previous generation of the Lu family. If nothing happened to him, he would be the head of the Lu family and the person in charge of Yujing."

"Grandfather has four sons and one daughter. In terms of appearance, temperament, and talent, Fourth Uncle is the best. Grandfather always said that if the Lu family was handed over to Fourth Uncle, it would be stronger and the descendants would be more prosperous. Even the Lu family's trust was proposed by Fourth Uncle and established by Grandfather. And the descendants of the Lu family have been able to live a worry-free life in recent years, all thanks to Fourth Uncle."

The man spoke in a straight and even tone, without a trace of emotion from beginning to end.

But Ye Wan could tell that he had a very good relationship with his fourth uncle.

"My fourth uncle is only seven years older than me. He taught me how to fight for the first time. He also taught me how to hold a gun for the first time."

"He always said that a good man should be brave enough to try everything, and then know what to do and what not to do."

In the cold night, Ye Wan looked at the swaying bamboo shadows beside the courtyard wall, as if he saw a vivid figure with flesh and blood.

"That year, the old man celebrated his 70th birthday."

The words suddenly became heavy, and Lu Changchuan hugged Ye Wan tightly, "At the birthday banquet, the old man said that when Yujing's financial report comes out at the end of the year, if there are no omissions, he will officially resign at the company's year-end summary meeting."

When the old man steps down, Lu Yansheng, the executive vice president, will officially become the CEO of Yujing.

At the New Year's Eve family dinner that followed, it seemed only natural for him to take over as the head of the Lu family and hand over the entire Lu family to him.

"But two months later, my fourth uncle died in Lucheng."

Lu Changchuan's voice was cold, "The people who attacked were mercenaries. Afterwards, more than a hundred people died."

Thinking of the man he met in Lucheng six years ago, Ye Wan sighed softly in his heart.

Turning back to look at the man with a gloomy look between his brows, he asked, "Are there any... suspects?"

(End of this chapter)