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"What?"

The manager was shocked. "W-what's going on?"

He Daqing shook his head, said nothing more, stood up, and without even taking off his apron, staggered out of the restaurant.

He needed to go home first—to the White Widow's house.

For years in Baoding, he lived with Widow Bai, and hid all his money at her house.

He stumbled and ran home, then rushed into the bedroom and pulled a small iron box from a hidden compartment under the bed.

Inside was the money he had saved over the years, including his wages from working at a restaurant and savings he had brought from Beijing.

He grabbed a handful of money, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave.

"Brother Daqing, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the commotion and seeing his distraught appearance, the white widow was startled. "Where are you going with so much money?"

He Daqing had no time to pay attention to her at the moment, and shook off her hand: "My son and daughter are dead, I need to go back to Beijing."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, the white widow was initially overjoyed, but then a sorrowful expression appeared on her face. "How could this happen? Zhu Zi and Yu Shui are still so young..."

"Stop asking!" He Daqing interrupted her impatiently. "I have to go back right away."

"Alright! Brother Daqing, you should go back now."

The white widow quickly said, "I'll pack up and wait for the two children to come back so I can take them with me."

He Daqing ignored him and rushed out of the yard.

The white widow stood at the door, watching He Daqing's hurried departure, and couldn't help but smile.

The He siblings are dead?

Does that mean that the He family's house in Beijing... belongs to her?

She had made that agreement with He Daqing back then.

He Daqing left the house in Sijiucheng to He Yuzhu and his sister, and brought his savings to Baoding to live with her.

Now that they're both dead, won't there be no one to inherit the house?

According to the Inheritance Law, He Daqing is the first in line to inherit.

But He Daqing had a wife in Baoding with whom he was in a common-law marriage, and two children she brought with her...

The white widow became increasingly agitated, so she quickly went back inside to change her clothes, locked the door, and hurriedly went out to find her two children.

She wants to take the children back to Beijing.

Go and take possession of that house.

She had been craving it back then.

With the He family's house in Beijing, their children would have a place to settle down and start their own families.

If you secretly sell the house or rent it out, you can make a considerable income.

As for He Daqing's grief over losing his son?

The white widow pursed her lips.

That's the He family's business, what does it have to do with her?

All she cared about was her own life and the lives of her two children.

Sunlight shines on the streets of Baoding, where people come and go, and traffic flows like a river.

The white widow walked briskly, her face even showing a hint of undisguised joy.

On the train bound for Beijing, He Daqing sat by the window, watching the scenery rushing past outside, tears streaming down his face.

He recalled the day he left Beijing more than ten years ago.

Remembering He Yuzhu's stubborn eyes, He Yushui tugged at his clothes and cried out, "Dad, don't go!"

He recalled his resolute decision back then, fearing being reported for his class background and being implicated, so he abandoned his two children and came to Baoding with the widow Bai.

Over the past ten years, he has sent money and written letters home, but he has never gone back.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.

He was afraid to see the resentful look in his children's eyes, and afraid to confront his own cowardice and selfishness.

Now, he has nothing to fear.

Because we'll never see each other again.

We'll never see each other again.

He Daqing covered his face, and suppressed sobs leaked out from between his fingers, drowned out by the roar of the train.

"Shazhu, Yushui, Daddy is so sorry, boohoo..."

……

"Dad, I've come to see you..."

Liu Guangqi stood outside the police station, his fingers gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His hair was neatly combed, and he looked refined and scholarly.

But at this moment, his face was as white as paper, his lips trembled incessantly, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Yesterday, he received a call from the police station.

"Your father is dead, your younger brother Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were murdered, and your mother Li Zhaodi is hospitalized."

He didn't go back.

I dare not go back.

Because he saw the newspaper—the Sijiu City Daily, with the headline on the front page: "Serial Murders at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard: More Than Ten People Have Been Killed."

The article was written in a very subtle way, but the bloody undertones between the lines sent chills down his spine.

The article mentions that the victims died in extremely gruesome ways; some were dismembered, some were sliced ​​into pieces, some were tortured, and some enjoyed swinging on swings...

Liu Guangqi couldn't imagine what that scene would be like.

I dare not even imagine that if I went back, I would become one of those corpses.

So he stayed in his school dormitory and didn't go out.

His classmate asked him what was wrong, and he said he was sick.

He pretended to be asleep.

He was like a turtle hiding in its shell, thinking that as long as he didn't go out, danger wouldn't find him.

Until this morning, his girlfriend came to see him.

Her family is very well-off.

Liu Guangqi pursued her for more than half a year before they finally established a relationship.

He valued not only her as a person, but also the connections she had. With these connections, taking things further after graduation would not be a problem.

"Guangqi, I heard something happened to your family?"

"No, it's nothing serious, just a minor family dispute..."

"A minor conflict?"

My girlfriend took a newspaper out of her bag and spread it on the table. "No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard, serial murder case, more than ten people died."

The newspaper said that Liu Haizhong and his two sons were among them. Aren't those your father and brother?

Liu Guangqi opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but couldn't find the words.

His girlfriend looked at him, her eyes filled with disappointment: "Guangqi, such a big thing happened to your family, why don't you go back? Those are your parents, your own brother!"

"I...I'm scared..."

Liu Guangqi finally told the truth, "The newspaper said the killer specifically targeted people in building number 95... If I go back, maybe..."

"So you've been hiding here?"

Chen Xiaowen interrupted him, her voice turning cold, "Liu Guangqi, I've always thought you were a responsible and dependable person."

But now I realize I misjudged you.

"How could someone who doesn't even care about the lives of his parents and siblings be good to me?"

She stood up, picked up her handbag, and said, "Let's break up."

"Zimei! Stop!" Liu Guangqi panicked, grabbing her hand. "Let me explain!"

"There's not much to explain."

His girlfriend shook off his hand, saying, "A person who doesn't even have filial piety isn't worth entrusting my life to. Goodbye."

She turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

Liu Guangqi stood there, stunned, his mind blank.

separate?

No!

We absolutely cannot break up!

He pursued Chen Xiaowen for over half a year, putting in so much effort and giving her so many gifts before finally winning her over.

If they break up, all his previous efforts will have been in vain.

Moreover, without her connection, what would he do after graduation?

Equal distribution?

You have to understand that every job has its own specific role and responsibilities. If no one mentors you, how can you make progress?

It must be salvaged.

How can I salvage this situation?

Liu Guangqi paced back and forth in his dormitory, thinking for a long time before finally making up his mind.

Prove yourself.

I am definitely not the kind of person she is trying to describe.

Even if it's just for show, he needs to let her know that he's not an unfilial person.

And so he came.

Standing outside the police station, watching the police officers coming and going, and seeing those officers rushing around, Liu Guangqi's heart was pounding.

Liu Guangqi took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and stepped into the police station.

In the courtyard, several police officers were moving things.

Liu Guangqi saw them carrying a stretcher covered with a white sheet, under which was the outline of a human figure.

My heart tightened, and I quickly stepped forward: "Comrade, I am Liu Haizhong's son, my name is Liu Guangqi, and I have come to see my mother."

A young police officer glanced at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Are you Li Zhaodi's son?"

"Yes, yes, that's me."

Liu Guangqi nodded repeatedly. "My mother...is she alright?"

The police officer didn't say anything, but simply pointed to the stretcher that had just been carried out.

……