"What, Grandpa passed away?"
Han Yutang's mournful words shocked Han Yuze, his eyes widening in disbelief. If not for his leg injury, he would have leaped up. "Dad, are you kidding me? Grandpa was so healthy, how could he..."
Han Yutang, who was arranging his father's mourning hall at home, was filled with grief. He recounted to Han Yuze the sudden stroke that had befallen his father due to his waist injury. Upon confirming his grandfather's death, Han Yuze was stunned, his heart trembling, unable to accept the reality...
"I'm returning to the country now..."
"No, don't come back!"
Han Yutang on the other end quickly stopped him. "Your grandfather's funeral arrangements will be handled by me and your second uncle. You cannot return to the country now."
Han Yuze became anxious. "Dad, I want to send Grandpa on his final journey..."
"No."
Han Yutang's attitude was firm. "These are critical times. You still cannot come back..."
"I don't care."
Han Yuze's voice was filled with grief and anger. "Is it because of the Fang family and that Wan Yunting? Is our Han family afraid of them..."
Han Yutang was also exasperated. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused our Han family this time!"
His words stunned Han Yuze. Han Yutang then truthfully recounted the events at Ma Jianguo's house that day, angrily stating, "Do you still think that Wan Yunting is just some nobody?"
"This, how can this be..."
Upon hearing that Wan Yunting was connected to important figures like Ma Jianguo, Han Yuze was completely flabbergasted.
Han Yutang scolded, "You stay put over there and do not return without my command, understand?"
Han Yuze's strength seemed to drain from him. He forgot all about the money matters he wanted to discuss with his father.
"Mr. Han, it's getting late. You should go back and rest."
At this moment, a strikingly beautiful female secretary entered and spoke to Han Yuze, who was sitting in a daze on the chair. He finally snapped back to reality, remembering his beloved grandfather's death and his inability to return for the funeral. Overwhelmed with grief, Han Yuze nodded.
The secretary immediately stepped forward to help him up from the chair, handing him his crutches. Han Yuze hobbled, supported by the secretary, as they left the office and entered the elevator, which took them directly to the underground parking garage to retrieve his car...
However, in the underground parking garage of this commercial building, parked next to Han Yuze's sedan was a black Citroën. Inside sat a foreigner wearing a black trench coat and a mask, his eyes, filled with a fierce glint, fixed on the elevator leading to the garage. Just as the elevator doors opened and the secretary emerged, supporting Han Yuze...
The foreigner took out a photograph and looked up at Han Yuze, comparing it to confirm his target. He immediately pushed open his car door, stepped out, drew a military knife from his lower back, and headed towards Han Yuze...
At this moment, Han Yuze was lost in the grief of his grandfather's passing, completely unaware of the impending danger. The secretary walked carefully beside him...
But in the next second, the foreigner, brandishing the military knife, grabbed Han Yuze by the neck and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach, no less than six times. Then, he released Han Yuze, turned, swiftly returned to his car, and sped away...
The entire process was swift and decisive, without any hesitation...
"Ah..."
A moment later, the secretary, finally realizing what had happened, clutched her head and stared in horror at Han Yuze, who had collapsed on the ground, unable to even cry out, and let out a terrifying scream...
Han Yuze, lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, his mouth gurgling with bloody foam, his white shirt stained crimson with blood. Blood also flowed onto the ground beneath him. Fear consumed his mind, an unprecedented terror flashing in his eyes. He raised a trembling hand towards the secretary beside him, trying to call out "Help me...", but no matter how hard he tried, no sound came out...
Meanwhile, back in China, at the old man's house where the mourning hall was being set up, Han Yutang seemed to sense something. His chest suddenly twinged, causing him to grip his chest and frown, unsure why...
"Big brother, the guests have been invited. Shall we hold the memorial service for Dad tomorrow morning?"
Han Qizhi walked over, his face etched with grief. He had already contacted their relatives and friends to arrange a memorial service for their father, Han Anhong, the next day.
"Okay."
Han Yutang nodded blankly, instructing his second brother to continue with the arrangements.
He then entered the large living room of the house, where a coffin had already been placed in the center, along with Han Anhong's black and white photograph. His wife and Han Qizhi's wife were kneeling beside it, dressed in mourning clothes and burning paper money...
Han Yutang, full of sorrow, gave a few instructions to his wife. As he stepped out, he received a call from the company's vice president. "Mr. Han, the situation with our investment projects in the United States has suddenly changed. The stocks are rising!"
"Oh."
Han Yutang listened and asked, "What's the increase?"
"It's already risen by zero point eight percent!"
"That much."
Han Yutang seemed surprised. The vice president on the other end nodded. "Should we invest more?"
"Yes, invest."
Although this was good news, Han Yutang couldn't muster any joy.
The vice president also knew about his father's passing. Han Yutang said, "During this period, you make the decisions for the company's affairs."
"Understood. I will increase our investment there. Mr. Han, please accept my condolences." The vice president nodded.
"Alright, that's all for now."
Han Yutang hung up the phone and was continuing to arrange for the decorations when, half an hour later, a call came in. It was from his son, Han Yuze, which made Han Yutang raise an eyebrow. As he answered the phone and was about to speak, a panicked female voice came through, "Are you Mr. Han's father?"
"Who are you?"
Han Yutang frowned, his heart inexplicably trembling at this moment...
"Sir, I am Mr. Han's secretary. Mr. Han, he... he's had an accident..."
The one calling with Han Yuze's phone was indeed the female secretary. At this moment, she and other company executives were at the hospital, looking at Han Yuze, who had just been wheeled out of the emergency room, covered by a white sheet. Everyone was filled with sorrow...
"What?"
At this moment, Han Yutang's body trembled. He seemed to sense something...
"Mr. Han was stabbed six times in the underground parking garage. We rushed him to the hospital..." The secretary, still reeling from the shock, said with a trembling voice, "Mr. Han couldn't be saved. He... he's dead..."
Upon hearing this, Han Yutang's phone slipped from his hand. His eyes widened, and he involuntarily took two steps back. His vision suddenly blurred, and he fainted, collapsing to the ground...
"Young master..."
The housekeeper, passing by, saw him and cried out in alarm, immediately calling for help to carry Han Yutang into his room. He called for medical assistance, and after considerable effort, Han Yutang was revived. He then broke down in tears, crying, "My son..."
Han Qizhi and his wife, as well as Han Yutang's wife, were stunned. Looking at Han Yutang, who was weeping inconsolably, his wife grew anxious. "Yutang, what happened to Yuze? Tell me quickly..."
"He, he was murdered!"
"What..."
Upon hearing the news, his wife also fainted.
Han Qizhi and his wife were also shocked and frozen. Looking at their elder brother, Han Yutang, crying in despair, two close relatives had died in one day, leaving him filled with grief and hopelessness. "Heaven is trying to destroy our Han family..."
Huadu Prison.
"Sister, I'll be going back then."
In the visiting room, separated by a glass pane, sat his elder sister, Wan Manyu, in her prison uniform. She still looked somewhat gaunt, but much better than before.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Wan Yunting had specially come to bring her some food. He also updated her on Wan'er's situation. Hearing that their daughter cried for her mother every night, Wan Manyu became emotional and shed tears several times...
"Okay, thank you, third brother, for taking care of Wan'er for me." Wan Manyu forced a smile, wiping away tears.
Wan Yunting waved his hand with a smile. "Don't worry about Wan'er. My second brother and sister-in-law and I will take good care of her. You also take care of yourself in there and strive for a lighter sentence from the court."
Wan Manyu nodded. She did not regret her actions; her only regret was feeling she had failed her daughter...
When time was up, Wan Yunting watched as Wan Manyu was led back by two female guards. He then went to the adjacent men's prison to visit Hou Bing and also informed him about Wan'er's situation. It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that Wan Yunting left the prison and took a taxi home.
However, on the way, he received a call from Jiang Wenhao: "Teacher, Han Yuze is dead!"