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This place feels very similar to Si Yang himself.
The Mediterranean-style decoration was filled with bright colors of “sea” and “sky” everywhere. Even the white walls seem to have been washed away by water, but unexpectedly they look very soft, just like Si Yang’s eyes, those eyes which always looked seductive and affectionate, even when he spoke harsh words.
Yu Zheng walked in, searching from room to room.
Just like Si Yang’s room in the old house, there is also nothing useful left here.
But it was not done by Yu Zheng, but Si Yang himself cleaned up the place before he left. All the confidential documents that he passed through, plans related to the Yu family, and some handles that were left behind from the past after their wings were cut off, were all cleaned up by Si Yang himself.
When Yu Zheng first learned of Si Yang’s death, he had the intention to deal with this place as well. But later, he felt that this was Si Yang’s base camp, and Si Yang feigned death and fled in a hurry, so there may not necessarily be any clues here. Without even asking where the place was, he had people guard the airports and just waited for Si Yang to return to China.
Later, he forgot because he was too busy. It wasn’t until today that he came here for the first time.
He walked into the study and started rummaging through the remaining things, including computers. However, an hour passed, but Yu Zheng did not find anything useful, except for a box that was hidden deep.
For a top-quality sandalwood box, the carvings on it alone are worth tens of thousands, let alone the value of the wood itself. Even though the box was so valuable, what it contained was an old pen.
Probably because it has been stored for many years, the refill has been used up, but the pen itself looks very new. Even the few ugly pandas printed on it have not become blurred due to wear and tear.
“Is there any special meaning behind this?” Yu Zheng was very puzzled. Si Yang has always liked to enjoy himself. His food and clothing has always been decent, and it is very strange for him to keep such a thing.
However, he didn’t notice that the eyes of the old butler behind him suddenly turned red.
Yu Zheng couldn’t remember, but he remembered it all.
This pen indeed had a deep meaning to Si Yang, it can even be said that it was Si Yang’s treasure.
Because this pen was a birthday present given to Si Yang by Yu Zheng when he was three years old. He carefully picked it out by his hand and solemnly placed it in Si Yang’s hands, asking him for a lifetime commitment with the most sincere attitude.
In fact, Yu Zheng was very clever when he was a child, and he could learn everything at once.
He remembered Si Yang’s birthday very clearly. At that time, he had urged the old butler to take him out and buy a gift for Si Yang as early as a month ago, but when the day finally came, he began to hesitate again.
“Uncle Yang, I used my mother’s money to buy the gift for my brother, so would this be considered as a gift from me or my mother?” Children are prone to get entangled with these kinds of simple questions, and Yu Zheng really thought about it for three full days.
On the fourth day, he changed his clothes early in the morning and asked someone to take him out.
“Young master, I am quite busy today, we have to go back quickly.”
“Uncle Yang, if you don’t have time, can you ask the maid to take me out! I’m also very busy today, I’m going to earn my own money and buy a gift for my brother!” Yu Zheng, who was only as tall as his calf, confidently patted chest and said that he was going to work. All the adults in the room were amused by him.
Mrs. Yu couldn’t help laughing when she heard this, she patted Yu Zheng’s head and said to him, “Don’t go out, you can just work at home. Go and help the gardener, if you do it well, I’ll give you a salary of ten yuan a day.”
Yu Zheng was young and raised delicately. At first, everyone felt that he would not be able to hold on. But no one expected him to last for a full week. Finally, he took the seventy yuan he earned and went to buy a gift for Si Yang.
After a long time of picking and choosing, he selected a small cake. And with only five yuan left, he bought a ballpoint pen from the nearby stationery store, which was the most beautiful pen according to the aesthetics of the three year old Yu Zheng.
“Brother, I think this is the most, most, most, most beautiful pen in the whole universe, so I want to give it to the most, most, most, most, beautiful brother in the whole universe!”
“I love my brother the most, so I will spend every birthday with him in the future. My brother will also spend my birthday with me. When I grow up, even if my brother has a sister-in-law, I don’t want to be separated from my brother. We’ll live together forever.”
The old butler clearly remembered that Si Yang, who was still a teenager at the time, hugged his younger brother in his arms and nodded solemnly, “Okay.”
For the next decade or so, he kept this promise, devoting himself wholeheartedly to Yu Zheng and the Yu family, sacrificing everything.
“…” The old couldn’t help but cover his mouth and sob uncontrollably.
Yu Zheng turned his head to look at him, feeling a bit confused. He wanted to ask the secretary why the old butler came along. But unexpectedly, there was a hint of undisguised pity in the secretary’s eyes.
This look was too familiar. At the Qiulu cemetery, when the secretary put the coat on himself, he had the same look in his eyes. Why is he still looking at himself like this now?
Yu Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. He quickly got up and turned around to go to the bedroom.
There are a lot more things here than in the study.
Clothes, accessories, as well as aromatherapy for sleeping aids, and other small and fragmented items.
Yu Zheng held back his temper and pulled out all the things one by one. Unexpectedly, he found a case paper from the Yu family’s private hospital hidden in the pocket of a blood stained coat, which was stuffed in a corner.
Well, teach him how to find clues. Yu Zheng wanted to open it excitedly. But at this moment, the secretary suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Yu Zheng looked up at him.
The secretary trembled for a moment and spoke slowly, “Eldest Young Master is already gone, so why must you go this far to inquire about things?”
“Really?” Yu Zheng slapped his hands away expressionlessly, “You’ve been pretending for two years, is Secretary Xu too tired to pretend anymore?”
“What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will find out that you have ulterior motives and treat you like a traitor? Or is it because your old master is still recovering from a serious illness, and you are afraid that I will seize the opportunity to catch him and imprison him again?”
“Young master, what are you talking about?”
“I already suspected it two years ago. Who is Si Yang, even if I bring so many people to catch him, he would never go with me without resisting.”
“What’s even more ridiculous is that just after I locked him up, he died in the nursing home within five minutes.”
“What exactly do you want to say?” The secretary remained calm.
“Why pretend to be stupid?” Yu Zheng sneered, “You have been helping me with the Yu Group for the past two years, but you are actually helping Si Yang to keep an eye on the house. After all, you are the watchdog personally trained by him. Even if you have eaten meat by my side for two years, it’s impossible to feed you too well, isn’t that right?”
Yu Zheng directly tore his face open, but the secretary asked him another sentence, “Young master, if…..if everything is completely different from what you thought, will you regret it?”
“Regret?” Yu Zheng sneered, “What I regret the most is that I recognized Si Yang as my brother when I was young!”
“Grab him!” Yu Zheng raised his voice, and two bodyguards immediately rushed in and grabbed the secretary.
“Be careful. If I can’t find Si Yang here today, I’ll have to use some means to pry his mouth open.”
Yu Zheng sneered and retracted his gaze, lowering his head to open the diagnosis report in his hand.
Because it has long been stained with blood, it was very difficult to unfold the fragile paper.
But Yu Zheng finally managed to open it.
Just as Yu Zheng thought, it was indeed Si Yang’s diagnosis. But it wasn’t from the last time, but from the year before Yu Zheng was brought back to the Yu family.
There was a sentence written on it: ‘Late stage of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, and is only expected to last for another year.’
Yu Zheng first felt empty in his heart, then he immediately called the doctor he knew, “Take a look, what kind of illness is this?”
He took a photo of Si Yang’s diagnosis and sent it over.
The doctor over there quickly replied, “It is a chronic, progressive, fibrotic interstitial lung disease with lesions limited to the lungs. The average survival period after diagnosis is only 2.8 years, and the mortality rate is higher than most tumors. It is commonly known as a ‘neoplastic disease’.”
“So it’s a terminal illness?”
“You can say that.”
“Then what are the specific manifestations?” Yu Zheng didn’t realize it himself, but his voice had already started to tremble at this moment.
“There are many symptoms. In the beginning, it’s coughing and breathing difficulties. In the middle stage, there will be other complications such as general fatigue, rapid weight loss, loss of appetite, high fever, etc. In the later stage, there will be corresponding symptoms such as coughing up blood, respiratory failure, and heart failure.”
Coughing up blood, respiratory failure, heart failure, weight loss, high fever, Yu Zheng compared the symptoms described by the doctor in a flustered manner, desperately trying to distinguish them from Si Yang’s symptoms. But unexpectedly, he found that all the symptoms were the same.
According to the current level of medical treatment, Si Yang’s disease is an incurable one! No matter how much money you have, you can’t get back your life. Even if Si Yang was able to feign his death when he caught him, now that the two years have already passed, Si Yang is definitely gone.
But this is impossible!
Yu Zheng could not accept this answer.
Si Yang designed to get him kidnapped when he was ten years old, and seize the Yu family by himself. After he returned, he was subjected to various insults and suppressed in every way. He was kept in captivity like a canary, becoming a plaything in Si Yang’s hands.
After all this, how could such a Si Yang really die from a terminal illness?
If you were terminally ill, then why were you still tossing about these things? What were you trying to do by seizing the power of the Yu family? What were you doing by trying to stimulate yourself to death? Trying to make me hate you for what?
“Hahaha, are you joking with me?” Yu Zheng couldn’t help laughing in a low voice. At this moment, he felt that everything was so absurd that it seemed like a dream.
He grabbed the secretary by the collar and asked him fiercely, “Where’s Si Yang? I’m asking you, where is he!”
The secretary only looked at him with red eyes without speaking.
Yu Zheng couldn’t control himself and punched the secretary in the abdomen, “Don’t fucking try to fool me with these things! Tell me, did you plan this three years ago, just to trick me into believing that Si Yang is dead, right?”
“Including the medicine bottle in the car, it was also arranged by you, right? Otherwise, why else would you change the car today?”
“Then after I believe it, your good master would be able to return to the country quietly and take the Yu family away from me again.”
“Isn’t that right!”
“Why don’t you fucking talk!”
Yu Zheng kept trembling as he pinched the secretary’s hand. This was the first time after Si Yang left that Yu Zheng lost control of his emotions and took off the gentle mask he is used to wearing all year round.
What’s even more ridiculous is that it’s still because of Si Yang. For this elder brother, whom he deeply hated.
The pain in his lower abdomen made the secretary gasp, but his gaze towards Yu Zheng became even more pitiful.
It wasn’t until several seconds passed, and when Yu Zheng was about to explode again, that he slowly said, “Eldest Young Master is at the Qiulu cemetery!”
“That gift was also personally arranged by you. It’s only been two years, why did you forget?”
“…” The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Yu Zheng stared at the secretary for several minutes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, “Okay, is he in Qiulu Cemetery? Then I’ll go and look for him myself!”
Both the secretary and the old butler felt that something was wrong. But Yu Zheng had already turned his head and left Si Yang’s apartment, taking people into the car.
“Let’s go to Qiulu Cemetery together!”
There was silence in the car all the way. After the car stopped at the cemetery, only then the old butler and the secretary finally understood what Yu Zheng was going to do.
He directly contacted the supervisor and asked him to bring some things out to Si Yang’s grave.
Pointing at the sealed tombstone in front of him, Yu Zheng’s expression was cold, and his tone was calm, to the point that it looked too creepy.
He only said one word, “Dig!”
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