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He Yuan presented the report that He Yuxiang had handed him, presenting it openly and honestly.

He was a lonely man.

It doesn't matter whether you live or die.

After learning of He Yuan's insane actions, Yan Anlu was so angry that she severed all ties with him.

Yang Yihe also negotiated with Fu Shuyan: "We have reached an agreement that He Yuxiang's businesses will all disappear and he will no longer harm anyone. I will donate all the money I have to the country for charity. You will not let He Yuxiang die."

Fu Shuyan: "Okay."

*
Xiao Yu, He Yuxiang, Yang Yihe, and He Yuan tried everything they could to keep him alive.

But as memories flooded back, he looked at everything that the other He Yuxiang had done in those seven days: surrender, negotiate, cut ties, return the stolen goods, hand over intelligence, and cooperate with the investigation.

Each and every single task was done so perfectly.

In another world, 'he' was no less capable of making money than him; 'he' simply disdained to earn money he looked down upon.

How noble...

He Yuxiang chuckled, the sound echoing in the room, abrupt and terrifying. He sat up and looked at the "Explanation on He Yuxiang's Major Meritorious Service in the Case (Draft)" on the table.

He Yuxiang's fingers lingered on the words "leniency" for a long time, his knuckles turning white.

Then he tore up the document.

It wasn't an angry tearing, but rather a ritualistic tearing of the paper into two, four, eight pieces...

Until it becomes a pile of unrecoverable fragments.

The fragments were scattered haphazardly.

He Yuxiang sat back on the edge of the bed and began to reminisce about the happy life he had experienced in the short time.

In that world, he had a younger sister, a very, very good younger sister.

She also loves her country...

She won honor for China.

She was Xiaoyu's brother, but she wasn't a good person...

Will that person tell Xiaoyu what he did?
Once he considered this possibility, he regretted not killing that person!

He Yuxiang was furious for a long time, and then pondered whether or not to follow that person's plan.

But when he looked down at his own hands, he hesitated.

These hands, over the past six years, have forged contracts and swindled an elderly person out of their life savings.

Counting the bundles of banknotes, each one was stained with the blood and tears of others.

Pulled the trigger —

Numerous images flashed through his mind, and He Yuxiang said softly, "It can't be washed away."

Some things are simply futile.

Fu Shuyan arrived at eight o'clock in the morning.

He brought with him a new document, a special handling plan that had been preliminarily approved by his superiors.

The content was similar to what He Yuxiang had guessed: a suspended death sentence, commuted to life imprisonment, and then he would work under strict surveillance, using his criminal experience and network to deal with other criminals.

"This is your last chance." Fu Shuyan pushed the documents towards you. "Sign and live. Don't sign, and the trial will proceed as planned. You know the outcome very well."

He Yuxiang picked up the document and flipped through it page by page.

He looked at it very carefully, as if he were reading someone else's judgment.

After reading it, he put down the document and looked at Fu Shuyan for the first time, asking, "Fu Shuyan, you've handled so many cases, have you ever met someone who has truly reformed?"

Fu Shuyan frowned: "Yes. But very few."

Why are there so few?

“Because…” Fu Shuyan carefully chose his words, “some crimes are too serious, so serious that even the people involved cannot bear them. They either continue to deceive themselves or break down.”

He Yuxiang smiled, perhaps he was the fifth one.

He looked down at the concrete floor. If his sister hadn't died, if the gold hadn't been stolen... he would probably be like that person, scoffing at these methods of harming others, right?

"What's on my hands can't be washed away by returning stolen goods, performing meritorious service, or cooperating with an investigation, and moreover—"

He Yuxiang leaned forward, his eyes sharp as knives: "And I have no intention of washing my hands of it. Every step I've taken to get to where I am today has been my own choice. No one forced me to commit fraud at gunpoint, no one forced me to smuggle. I chose this myself because I hate! I hate those who stole my gold, I hate this world that killed my sister, I hate everyone who is better off than me. I use crime to take revenge on this world. I know exactly what I'm doing, and... I enjoy this thrill."

He spoke these words calmly, as if he were describing the weather.

Fu Shuyan tapped his fingers impatiently on the table: "So what? You're saying all this so I can speed up your judgment?"

“No.” He Yuxiang shook his head. “I want to tell you, and that naive person, that I am not worth saving.”

Fu Shuyan cautiously drew his gun.

He Yuxiang: "Give me half a day. I'll give you an answer after half a day. If you insist on locking me up, I'll commit suicide right now. Then it will be reported that I killed an innocent person without authorization. That will be very detrimental to your investigation, right?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I have no weapons on me, you can come with me."

Even so, Fu Shuyan went to his superiors to apply.

Everyone was afraid that He Yuxiang would do something reckless, so they agreed.

He Yuxiang went to buy the medicine.

Xiaoyu said she hoped he would take his medicine properly.

He Yuxiang carefully brewed the medicine. After it was ready, he took it to his room on the fifth floor of the hotel and let it cool down little by little before drinking it all in one gulp. His body felt warm and comfortable, and the pain seemed to have lessened.

His sister was indeed the best person to him.

A group of people watched him brew and drink the medicine.

I have no idea what's wrong with him.

He Yuxiang wrote another letter with his back to Fu Shuyan: "I know what you did. You have your stance, and I have my thoughts. The moment Xiaoyu was proud of the national flag, I could not become Xiaoyu's disgrace. As long as I come back, no matter how the world changes, death will be what awaits me. You have never truly experienced a world without Xiaoyu; it is truly meaningless. I don't know if you can see this letter. If you can, I hope you can keep my actions a secret from Xiaoyu. I hope that I can at least be a good older brother to Xiaoyu in the other world."

He took out a match and burned the letter.

The room became smoky and filled with smoke.

Fu Shuyan thought he was trying to start a fire and was about to call for everyone to be on high alert when He Yuxiang smashed the pottery jar, picked up a sharp piece of porcelain, cut his carotid artery, and jumped off the fifth floor.

Everyone's pupils constricted.

He Yuxiang faced death with equanimity.

If there is an afterlife...

Forget it, let's not have an afterlife.

Living is just too tiring.

Yang Yihe watched him fall from the first floor, then collapsed to her knees, completely limp.

Fu Shuyan hurried downstairs and, meeting Yang Yihe's hateful gaze, explained, "I didn't let him die. I've prepared all the documents."

Yang Yihe closed her eyes in despair.

unimportant.

None of that matters anymore.

She went forward and hugged He Yuxiang's body, weeping.

Things were clearly moving in a positive direction, but the result is still the same.

Perhaps, fate simply didn't love them.

Yang Yihe personally buried He Yuxiang, and then, taking advantage of Fu Shuyan's guilt, used the remaining money in her hands to do good deeds through the cleanest channels.

When the money was all spent, she left with He Yuxiang.

She sincerely hopes that in their next life they can be a little happier. They don't need much, just an elder who truly loves them would be enough, so that at least they can have some attachment to this world.

Her philanthropy is conducted in a sustainable manner, and her orphanage has been taking in unloved orphans for many years.

When parents with two daughters, not wanting a third child, abandoned a little girl at an orphanage, she was taken in by the director. The director's surname was Chen, and the child took her surname as well. Because they had seen the phrase "peace and tranquility" in the newspaper, they named her Chen Qing. (End of Chapter)