The news of Wang Yan's death soon spread like wildfire.
Jin Ye was taken to the police station for questioning. The forensic examination revealed that Wang Yan had been stabbed with a poisoned needle and had died from the poison.
The police were still investigating how the poisoned needle appeared.
Those sent to find Su Ding's whereabouts had not yet replied. Jin Ye was in a constant state of rage, and his subordinates lived their days in trepidation, treading on thin ice.
"The times are changing. Several business partners are no longer renewing their contracts with us; in the past, they used to clamor for them," some company employees whispered among themselves.
"It's all Su Ding's fault, giving our Mr. Jin such a cuckold's hat."
"Sigh, although the police confirmed Wang Yan's death was an accident, I suspect it has something to do with Mr. Jin, especially given that wedding that day..."
"That's true, who would dare to do business with a murderer?"
...
To some extent, the company's gossip had indeed shaken morale and hindered the performance of Huang Qi Group.
The situation only slightly improved after Jin Ye decisively dismissed several employees.
One evening, as Jin Ye returned home, his phone rang.
His nerves stretched to their limit, he grabbed his phone almost instantly. Seeing Su Ding's name as the caller, his hand trembled slightly.
"Hello?" he answered in a low voice, his tone strained to the utmost.
"Jin Ye, I'm sorry to have wronged you, but we are over. Don't look for me anymore," "Su Ding" said coldly.
These heartless and indifferent words were like sharp knives piercing Jin Ye's heart, causing his chest to spasm and making it difficult to breathe.
Jin Ye felt anger, confusion, and even more so, unwillingness.
He wanted to shout at Su Ding and ask why she was doing this, but after days of silence, this single contact made him cautious.
"Why are you doing this?" Jin Ye asked hoarsely.
"To tell you the truth, I never loved you. In fact, I really dislike your son. Did you really think I would treat him as my own child if there was no blood relation? You're too naive."
"Su Ding" paused, then continued, "Don't look for me anymore. You won't find me, so give up."
After speaking, without waiting for Jin Ye to reply, she directly hung up the phone.
"Su Ding!"
Jin Ye's words were cut off. He clutched his phone tightly, his face contorted in pain. A despairing sorrow drained all the strength from his body.
Were all the past moments of happiness fake?
"Xiao Ye," Zhao Qin pushed open the door and happened to see her son in such a disheveled state. She walked over and patted him with concern.
Jin Ye's head felt like it was about to explode. His nose stung, and tears welled up, almost falling uncontrollably.
He struggled to suppress them, "Mother, I'm fine. I'll go back to my room now."
His steps were unsteady and hurried. He slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the floor, holding his aching head in silent anguish.
It was all lies!
All lies!
Jin Ye, though precocious since childhood, was inexperienced in matters of the heart. He had always been self-disciplined and pure. In his life, Su Ding was the only one he had ever loved.
When he liked her, he pursued her with a naive earnestness.
When he liked her, he tried his best to protect her from harm.
He loved her, so he married her, giving her the prosperity that all women craved.
But why was he treated like this?
In the dim room, cold tears slowly dripped onto the floor, unseen. Even a man who stood tall and strong had such a vulnerable side.
The beautiful memories of the past flickered in his mind, causing him to ache with heartbreak. He began to doubt everything.
Su Ding's face in his eyes became distorted, grotesque.
Her voice and laughter were all a pretense; once out of his sight, she was malicious and cold.
The night was endlessly long.
Cigarette butts littered the floor. Jin Ye sat alone on the cold floor, his back a lonely, desolate sight.
It wasn't until the first light of dawn that he stood up.
As if he had matured considerably overnight, his naturally reserved and cool demeanor became even more sharp and profound, even carrying hints of weariness.
He made his first phone call.
"Stop looking for her."
There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end, as if they had misheard. "Mr. Jin?"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The call had already ended.
The bodyguard was bewildered and asked his companion, "Mr. Jin said to stop looking for Madam?"
"It seems so," the companion replied.
The other person, who had been nearby, was equally perplexed.
Did Mr. Jin really give up?