Chapter 390: As if in a Mist

ngertips, brushing over the man's brow bone, bridge of his nose, and thin, red lips.Mu Xing furrowed her brow in confusion, "Strange, how come even this little uncle is real...""Are you done" The man'...After Mu Zhengnian's death, the forces behind him set their sights on you and me. At that time, you were still inexperienced, and those forces were incredibly powerful and secretive. Telling you this would have been of no benefit to you, so I decided to fake my own death and investigate secretly. I plan to get to the bottom of it before telling you anything.

Lanhua glared at Fu Lingxiao with bloodshot eyes, filled with resentment. "I'm not telling you now because you don't deserve to know!"

"Your father and mother died innocently because of Mu Zheng, yet you are with his daughter and even hurt my Xu'er for her. I have endured ten years in darkness, but your mother's desperate protection Do you deserve her sacrifice Fu Lingxiao, you truly deserve to die!"

Twelve years ago, the car accident came on suddenly and unexpectedly.

The mother desperately shielded him in her arms, using her own flesh and blood to protect him from fatal harm.

Actually, the mother could have survived originally, but in the end, she became nothing but bones.

Fu Lingxiao painfully closed his eyes, after a long while he rasped out, "Lan Shu, give me evidence. For everything you said today, I need evidence."

Lanhua: "In the grave you built for me, there's the evidence you want."

Fu Lingxiao got up and left: "Find a doctor and take good care of them."

Outside the execution ground, Situ Xun waited respectfully. Seeing him come out, he bowed and said, “Master Fu, we received news again. We found the location of a base, but Luo Cheng hasn't returned yet.”

Fu Lingxiao's eyes darkened, "Send a team, quick and decisive. During this time, the base's combat team must remain above half strength. Also, send people to guard the perimeter of the estate."

Si Tu Xun: "Yes."

Fu Lingxiao leaned down and got into the car, "Go to Changling Cemetery."

It was approaching noon.

In a pitch-black bedroom.

The young girl slowly woke up, rubbing her face against the blanket, feeling a difference from the usual. She suddenly opened her eyes.

I reached out and felt the blanket in my arms, but there was no one beside me.

"Little Uncle"

Mu Xing switched on the bedside lamp and got out of bed to search around. The room was eerily silent, with no sign of the man.

She quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and ran downstairs.

"Butler, where's my uncle"

Upon hearing the sound, Wu Guantang emerged from the kitchen with a chuckle: "Young master went to the company. Little Muxing, you must be hungry. Come over and eat."

Mu Xing nodded. "Oh, Butler, could I borrow your phone I want to call my uncle."

Wu Guanjia took out his phone and handed it to her, "I'll take the food to the kitchen. Come over after you finish the call."

"Okay."

Mu Xing Ying, dialed out Fu Lingxiao's number.

On the other side, Fu Lingxiao stood before Lan Hua's grave, his face grim as he watched the bodyguard dig it up.

The phone in his pants pocket suddenly vibrated. He took it out and glanced at the screen, seeing that it was Wu Guanjia calling. He immediately guessed that it was Mu Xing calling.

Lanhua's words, unbidden, swirled in her mind.

He gritted his teeth, pressing down on the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He raised his hand to signal the bodyguard to stop, and then answered the phone.

The little girl's concerned voice came immediately: "Little Uncle, why didn't you take me to the company"

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes and replied in a gentle voice, "There's something urgent at the company. I'll go home after I finish dealing with it. You eat your dinner obediently and wait for me to come back."

"Okay, then little uncle, you be careful yourself."

After giving her instructions, Mu Xing hung up the phone.

Fu Lingxiao watched the screen go dark, gritted his teeth and let out a sigh, signaling the bodyguard to continue digging...

Here, Mu Xing took her phone to the dining hall to return it to Wu Guanjia. After lunch, she strolled over to the medical building.

In the office, Yu Rong wore gloves, comparing them to the film, measuring dimensions and proportions, making a brain model of Fu Lingxiao.

"Dr. Yu."

Mu Xing lightly knocked on the door, then walked in.

Yu Rong looked up at her and continued working, saying softly, "Miss Mu Xing, the model will take another three days to finish. I'm afraid you made a wasted trip today."

"It's fine, I was just passing by."

Mu Xing pulled a chair over and sat across from Yu Rong. "Doctor Yu, I'll just sit here and watch. You go ahead with your work, don't worry about me."

"Mm."

Yu Rong was concentrating on making the model.

Mùxīng held her chin in both hands, watching Dr. Yú. When she was concentrating, the doctor had certain mannerisms that constantly overlapped with the person she remembered.

The more certain she became, the less she understood.

It was as if I were enveloped in a mist.

Twelve years, such a long time, she couldn't even see through anyone around her...

Yu Rong had been busy for a while, and when she lifted her head from the model, she saw Xiao Ben's eyes downcast.

She frowned slightly, "Miss Mu Xing, what's wrong"

Mu Xing斂了斂神色，對虞蓉笑道：“I don't know why, but every time I see Dr. Yu, I always think of someone. Her name is Fatty Aunty.”

Yu Rong, with her gloved hand, silently tightened the forceps. "Perhaps it's because she and I look a bit alike"

Mu Xing shook her head. "Not at all, Dr. Yu is beautiful. Aunt Fat isn't attractive at all, she's plump and doesn't dress up well. She often wears a red and blue checkered jacket, and when she talks, she always shouts in a harsh voice. But it was her who took care of me unconditionally from childhood to adulthood, making up for the lack of maternal love I had."

She stared intently at Yu Rong, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Auntie Fat in ages. I wonder how she's doing in Lancheng. It's a pity I don't have her contact information. When she comes back, I must buy her a phone. I just don't know if I can wait until then."

Yu Rong's eyes trembled uncontrollably.

"Alright, Dr. Yu, I won't disturb you any longer. I'll come back in three days."

Mu Xing rushed towards Yu Rong, gave her a sweet smile, and got up to leave.

The office fell silent again. Yu Rong put down the tweezers in her hand, a tightness in her chest as she stared out the window.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft shadow over her.

On the desk, the silver tweezers' handles had already warped and deformed.

Well, the little naive girl knows everything now...

- The Fu Group.

The Office of the President.

On the desk, sat an urn, just dug out from Lan Hua's grave.

The man sat on the sofa, his handsome face tightly drawn, and those deep-set eyes had once again become dim.

Fingers, articulated and bony, lingered on the urn, restless and eager to see the supposed evidence. Yet there was a countervailing fear, a dread that the truth Lana had spoken would be confirmed.

Honestly, if Mu Zhengnian was truly the one who started all of this, could he really be with Mu Xing without any reservations

At this moment of role reversal, he finally deeply understood the despair Mu Xing felt upon learning the truth.

Pain.

But it's more than just pain.

It was more like a cataclysm, burying the only light in this world alive.

The only, light...lways known that the other party is eyeing him, plotting to kill him for twelve years.He has also been searching for the mastermind behind it all, but unfortunately, the other party is too well-hidden...