C171

At the police station.

Yin Hongyue sat in the interrogation room. The lighting was rather dim.

She hadn't painted a single piece of makeup, and the fatigue of the past few days had caused her expression to become somewhat ugly.

A policeman in civilian clothes sat across from her and placed a bloodstained letter in front of her. "This is Fang Mo's suicide note."

Yin Yanyue was stunned for a moment, then slowly took the will from his hands.

"Although this will was only written for you, I'm sorry, but everyone in our police department has seen it."

The policeman sighed helplessly and continued in a strange tone, "Although this is Fang Mo's will, we can't be completely sure that he committed suicide, so we still need to investigate."

He opened the file in his hand and looked up at her.

"From two in the morning to three in the morning."

Yin Yanyue kept the will in her hand tightly, keeping her head down from beginning to end, "I drove to the police station. I had originally wanted to meet with Young Master Gong, but I didn't expect that he had already been released at that time. Said we caught the killer. "

She had guessed that Fang Mo must have committed suicide after hanging up on her, so it must have been between two and three in the morning.

She was on her way to the police station at this time of day. There must be a surveillance video on the highway, which could be used as proof of her absence.

That policeman was slightly stunned and looked at the time of the case, "At 2.3am in the morning, we received a call from Fang Mo. By the time we found his house, he was dead. "

Yin Chengyue pursed his pale lips and asked with a trembling voice, "How did he die?"

A strange sadness entered her chest, making her want to cry.

She was well aware of how Fang Mo had treated her when she was alive, but she didn't expect that she would be the one to end Fang Mo's life.

"Shoot yourself in the head."

The policeman sighed and could not help but shake his head, "He died miserably. It's still at the autopsy. "In addition, we will check the highway monitoring at this time of the year. I'll send you a message later. You can go back today."

Yin Yanyue nodded and weakly stood up from the chair.

She walked out of the interrogation room with the bloodstained suicide note in her hand, stiffly embracing the young noble, who was standing at the door, and looked up at him, "Let's go. "Let's go home."

The young noble looked down at her, his eyes filled with worry.

But in the end, he still didn't ask a single question and brought her home.

Five twenty in the morning.

Fang Mo had been dead for almost three hours, and his body was already completely cold.

Yin Yanyue sat quietly in the yard. She was lost in thought as she looked up at the slowly rising sun.

The sky had just turned into autumn, and the wind was blowing gently, bringing with it a slight chill.

The blood-stained will rested on her legs. It was lifted up by a corner by the wind and then flattened.

There were only a few words written on the A4-sized piece of paper. Some of the words had already been stained by the dried blood until their appearance could not be recognized.

"No," he said.

Dye the moon, for a while I want to put down everything, and live a peaceful life with you.

But...

Then the will was gone.

Then there was no more...

Fang Mo included all the hopes and disappointments of his life in these words, not a single extra word.

"Dye the moon."

The voice of the viscount came from the entrance of the courtyard, "It's time to eat breakfast."

Yin Yanyue didn't turn his head and replied in a low voice, "Ok."

Her gaze once again fell upon the will in her hand, and the blood that was on the letter was like dried and pressed together flowers.

"Crack …"

The lighter's flame lit the will in her hand.

Fang Mo was thirty years old.

He had lived in this world for thirty years, yet it seemed as if nothing had been left behind, other than this will …

Yen Xianyue did not attend Fumann's funeral.

She knew that even if she were to go, she would only be coldly glared at by Gong Yufeng.

But the viscount had to attend, for he was also, in name, Fumann's son.

Foman's funeral took the headlines, and a few days later the news of Gong Yufeng's marriage to a rich girl got the headlines.

It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but the wedding was simple.

The wedding invitation was sent to Yin Yanyue by express delivery.

The moment she received the wedding invitation, she told herself that she would never attend it.

From today onwards, Gong Yufeng's life and death would no longer have anything to do with her.

On the day of Gong Yufeng's wedding, Yin Hongyue got up, ate, and read books as usual.

At nine o'clock in the evening, a wedding car suddenly stopped in front of the villa.

It was Gong Yufeng's Ferrari.

Yin Chengyue stood at the window on the second floor and watched Gong Yufeng get off the car.

He was dressed in an official white suit, even his tie seemed custom-made, but his face looked like a devil who had crawled out of hell.

Aunt Wang was in the living room, about to open the door for him.

"Aunt Wang, don't open the door." Yin Yanyue stood on the second floor and looked coldly at Gong Yufeng who was standing outside the door.

Gong Yufeng also raised his ice-cold eyes and looked at her.

They were clearly two enemies, why did she have to specifically come here to find her on her wedding night?

It was obvious that everything could be put to an end here, so there was no need to be entangled.

Hearing some noise, the young noble came out of his study, frowning, he walked to Yin Yanyue's side, "What is it?"

Yin Yanyue didn't reply. He only looked down at the direction of Gong Yufeng.

With bloodshot eyes, Gong Yufeng grabbed onto the iron gate in the courtyard and shook it, roaring, "You're not going to open the door? Do you think I can't get in!? "

He seemed a little drunk.

If any reporter saw Gong Yufeng drinking in front of her house, it would be the headlines again tomorrow.

Yin Yanyue looked at him coldly, not intending to open the door at all.

Gong Yufeng irritably pulled at the tie of his suit, grabbed onto the iron bars, and intended to jump inside.

He had tried many times, and in the end had indeed rolled from one side of the metal gate to the other.

At this time, Yin Chengyue had already walked up to him from the second floor, "What are you planning to do?"

Gong Yufeng's body was covered in a layer of dust. He crawled up from the ground and looked down at her condescendingly, "What do you think I want to do?"

Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up and pulling her back.

The young noble who was about to enter the room suddenly saw this scene and quickly stepped forward, kicking over Duan Chen and protecting Yin Yanyue.

Yin Yanyue broke free, holding onto her strangled neck and let out a sigh of relief, "You want to kill me? Aren't you being too brazen?"

After being kicked to the ground by the young noble, Gong Yufeng struggled to get up with some difficulty, and his cold eyes swept over the young lord.

However, the expression on the face of the viscount was ten times colder than his.

"I just want to talk to you." Gong Yufeng suddenly calmed down and his voice also became much more steady.

Yin Yanyue frowned.

Talk?

What else was there to talk about?

"What do you want to talk about?"

What big thing did he have to talk about on his wedding night? Where did he put his bride?

Once word of this got out, she, Yin Xianyue, would become the well-known mistress in the robbery of her husband.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" As Gong Yufeng spoke, he walked towards the house.

Yin Yanyue frowned and turned to look at him, "Let's talk here."

"I want to talk to you alone." Gong Yufeng shot a glance at Young Viscount Gong, who was standing beside Yin Xiaoyue.

His meaning was obvious. He wanted the viscount to retreat.