Her goal was to infuriate Li Fen and make her too afraid to resist.
She never imagined that one day, she would be tormented by Li Fen in the same way.
She wondered if there would ever be an end to days like these.
She wanted to die but couldn’t even manage that.
All she could do was cling to life and endure it all.
Ning Wanru, now unrecognizable, couldn’t even muster her venomous glare anymore.
Could this be what they call a bad end?
It was one thing for her to meet a bad end,
but why had her son also fallen to such depths?
She remembered the words of Gu Qingfeng and Lady Yu in the basement, as well as those of Gu Qiaoqiao.
Was this really retribution?
Due to the incident a few days ago, Headquarters had given Qin Yize a half-month’s leave.
He would have been so happy about this before.
He had so many plans to fulfill one by one with Gu Qiaoqiao.
But now, he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Gu Qiaoqiao’s shadow.
And before he could clear up the truth, he dared not meet Gu Qiaoqiao.
He admitted he was cowardly in this regard.
He dared not and did not want to see Gu Qiaoqiao’s cold gaze.
He did not want to hear Gu Qiaoqiao’s calm, emotionless voice.
Such a Gu Qiaoqiao was too cold-blooded.
His burning heart had been frozen cold by her.
He did not want to see Qiaoqiao like that.
So, uncovering the truth was of utmost importance.
Qin Yize utilized all the resources he could, frantically investigating the man named Dongfang Yu.
All the relevant materials arrived in his hands three days later.
Unfortunately, there was scant information in the documents.
There indeed was a research center.
It was staffed by several old scholars.
They were studying ancient cultures there.
These people knew Dongfang Yu, and they were aware that he was the head of the center.
However, after a few appearances, he had vanished and never showed up again.
Naturally, they did not know where he lived,
but his salary was still paid monthly.
So these old scholars really didn’t have the time to concern themselves with him; as long as they had their research and could contribute, they were satisfied.
So the trail ended there.
Another point was his identity.
His household registration wasn’t in Imperial Capital.
His registration was in a tribe in Diannan.
He had people check it out, and on the surface, everything seemed fine.
Born in 1960, he was now twenty-six years old.
But his resume was blank.
This could be explained:
After 1966, many records simply became hard to find.
After all, during those special times, many things were destroyed.
They also found out where he lived, in a bustling neighborhood.
Strangely though, unless he showed himself, they couldn’t find the elevator that went to the top floor of the staircase.
Qin Yize kept this investigation secret; it was conducted in complete confidentiality.
By this time, he understood that Dongfang Yu was not like ordinary people.
He was a mysterious and strange person.
At the same time, his heart was filled with immense anxiety.
Every night, he went to Gu Garden.
In that alley, he would lean against the wall, smoking a cigarette, staring at the light from Qiaoqiao’s sculpture studio in the distance.
It was somewhat far, so he couldn’t see Qiaoqiao’s figure,
but that light brought a hint of warmth to his cold heart.
As long as the light burned, Gu Qiaoqiao was safe and sound.
And he utilized every resource at his disposal to find people from the Mystic Sect.