"...Latest reports indicate that Yin Chengjue, the heir to the Yin Group, was released from prison and, due to drunk driving and speeding, his car plunged off a cliff in the mountainous area outside the city, resulting in the car being destroyed on the spot..."
After spending several days making connections and using every available resource to finally get that person out safely, Rong Yu's face turned deathly pale upon hearing the report.
No, that's not true.
Rong Yu murmured to himself, finally mustering the courage to dial the phone number he had never dared to disturb.
"Beep... The number you dialed is not being answered. Please try again later..."
The beautiful female voice that gave the prompts was undoubtedly torture to Rong Yu's ears.
Torture, again and again...
Rong Yu stumbled out the door and rushed to the explosion site shown in the news, only to find a pile of charred remains.
"It wasn't drunk driving, it wasn't speeding, it absolutely wasn't... He's after revenge, he couldn't possibly do that..."
Rong Yu walked step by step along the road where the vehicle had crashed.
Unfortunately, it had just rained here, washing away all traces of the storm.
It was as if fate had decreed that he wouldn't find a single clue.
However, Rong Yu had a premonition that this matter was inextricably linked to Feng Chengda.
Rong Yu clenched her fists, her bloodshot eyes filled with icy coldness.
Two years later, the once-glorious Feng Group declared bankruptcy.
An entertainment company under the Feng family was severely punished and shut down for suspected illegal drug trafficking. That same night, a string of celebrities were taken away in handcuffs, including popular actresses, top-tier actors, and some young idols carefully cultivated by the company.
Among them is Mingqian.
Fans were greatly disappointed. Rational fans collectively unfollowed her, declaring that their love had been misplaced. Brainless fans made all sorts of morally bankrupt remarks, using the drug use incident to elicit sympathy, claiming that Mingqian did it because of too much pressure, and expressing their heartache for her.
What others would avoid at all costs becomes proof of Mingqian's immense pressure in the mouths of these brainless fans, leaving passersby in awe and further fueling their disgust for these idiotic fans.
When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when a wall collapses, everyone pushes it down.
The world is never short of people who kick someone when they're down.
When Fengshi falls, countless other companies rise up on its back, making it impossible for Fengshi to ever get back up.
Therefore, no matter how much Mingqian's fans jump up and down, it is a fact that the Feng family has collapsed, it is a fact that the entertainment company under the Feng family has collapsed, and it is a foregone conclusion that Mingqian has been arrested and sent to a drug rehabilitation center.
He's finished, completely finished. No matter how much his die-hard fans try to push him back to his former double-crown Best Actor throne, it's impossible for them to make him stand on that throne again.
The next day, a light rain began to fall. Rong Yu, holding a black umbrella, stood for a long time in front of a tombstone in the cemetery.
He reached out and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.
If someone were to approach at this moment, they would see a gentle smile on the face hidden by the black umbrella: "I said I would make them pay for their crimes in blood."
His tone was gentle, like a loving whisper: "You know what? Over the years, I've always thought that if I had been a little more shameless after you rejected me, and had kept chasing after you relentlessly."
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
"So, please allow me to selfishly keep you in my heart."
"As long as I live, you will live here."
"In my heart."
He lowered his head slightly and kissed the black and white photograph on the tombstone.
ten years,
Twenty years
Eighty years later...
In the old cemetery, an elderly man, holding a cane in one hand and a black umbrella in the other, stood in front of a tombstone. His withered lips slowly opened and closed as he uttered incoherent words.
"I've kept you locked in my heart for so many years... but I still can't let go, I just can't let go..."
"I want to come find you..."
"Hopefully, I can find it..."
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