But... what if?
What if she wasn't dead, and was standing right in front of him, alive and well...
Fu Yinzhou closed his eyes.
Suddenly I felt ridiculous.
Even after all these years, he still can't accept the news of her death.
"You can leave now."
He sounded very tired, his voice filled with weariness.
Seeing that his breathing had stabilized and his emotions had calmed down, Shen Zhi felt relieved and said, "Okay, I'll have them come in later to tidy up the house."
She knew he was in the recovery period.
He needs some time alone.
She looked away and turned to leave.
Fu Yinzhou raised his eyes, gazing at her retreating figure, his lips pursed, lost in thought.
Shen Zhiyi gave him one last look before closing the door.
Fu Yinzhou gazed at the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Dust motes floated in the beams of light, like tiny specks of light, shimmering and dancing before his eyes.
Like the laughter I remember.
Light, warm, and vibrant.
It is everywhere.
It's been so long since I've seen such beautiful weather.
He drifted off into thought for a while.
He wheeled himself to the low cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out his cell phone, which he hadn't used in a long time.
I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at one number.
Dial the number.
"Hello?"
"I want to ask, can birthmarks on a corpse be faked?"
"Or..." He paused, his eyes turning cold, "...can the name on the death certificate be changed?"
"Others may not have the ability, but what if it were... Fu Sheng?"
He received an answer.
His pupils slowly widened.
The phone fell from my ear...
*
When the housekeeper brought people in to tidy up the house, Fu Yinzhou's expression had returned to normal.
"Young Master, we've taken Shen Zhiyi's measurements. She'll be able to wear her new uniform tomorrow."
Fu Yinzhou leaned back in his chair, casting a very imposing gaze at him.
"What did the old man say to Shen Zhiyi when he passed away?"
The butler paused for a moment, then said, "I've already asked the bodyguard at the door."
"He said that the master asked Miss Shen, 'When will you change your temper? When will you be able to act like a normal person and stop losing control and going crazy all the time...'"
He glanced at Fu Yinzhou's face and spoke in a softer voice.
Fu Yinzhou wasn't as angry as he had expected.
"Did Shen Zhiyi follow his words about me?" he asked slowly.
The butler shook his head, his eyes wide with surprise: "Not only did she not, she even stood up for you against the master!"
"This girl is really brave."
"She actually told the master that once he learns to speak to you properly, he will realize that you are a normal person."
"She also said that the old man was young and didn't smell like an old person, but rather like gunpowder."
The butler suppressed a laugh.
Fu Yinzhou's gaze froze for a moment.
The butler remarked, "She even dares to reprimand the master; that's already quite astonishing."
"What's even more surprising is that the master didn't say anything to her, he just glared at her and left!"
Fu Yinzhou tapped the side of the chair lightly with his finger bones.
"It is strange."
Both of them are strange.
A person who has no respect or fear for their superior.
The other one, so concerned with saving face, actually tolerated a young female nanny talking back to him.
They didn't even scold her.
Could it be...?
Is Shen Zhiyi someone else?
Fu Yinzhou's heart skipped a beat.
His dark eyes slowly narrowed.
"Didn't Shen Zhiyi say that her massage skills are superb?" He raised his eyelids and looked at the housekeeper. "Have her give me a massage tonight."
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