After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

Chapter 128 The twists and turns of happiness

The voice on the other end of the phone was intermittent, but it was filled with heavy breathing, adding a bit of depression and panic. "...Master...suddenly had a heart attack...Now...in the hospital..."

The fingers holding the phone suddenly tightened, and the joints turned bluish white. Xiang Yu's voice also became low, revealing anxiety and a barely perceptible tremor, "Which hospital? I'll be there right now!"

The brief conversation made Yan Jin, who was originally immersed in a happy atmosphere, feel something strange. She looked at the man in front of her. His face, which was always calm and composed in the past, as if everything was under control, was now shrouded in a layer of gloom. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and between his deep eyebrows and eyes, there was a solemnity and uneasiness that she had never seen before.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Yan Jin reached out and gently held Xiang Yu's arm, with concern and inquiry in his tone.

Xiang Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Yan Jin. A hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, but it finally turned into a gentle smile. "It's okay. The company has some urgent matters to deal with. You get in the car first, and I'll come over after I'm done."

"Are you really okay?" Yan Jin obviously didn't quite believe it. She knew Xiang Yu too well. The more he tried to cover up, the more complicated the matter was.

"Really, believe me." Xiang Yu wrapped Yan Jin's hand in his palm and patted it gently. His tone was gentle but with unquestionable firmness.

Looking at Xiang Yu's determined eyes, Yan Jin finally nodded, turned and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

After watching Yan Jin get into the car, the gentleness on Xiang Yu's face instantly disappeared, replaced by a solemn and cold expression. He dialed the phone again, his tone cold, "Tell me, what's going on?"

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, as if he was organizing his words. Finally, an old voice came with trembling and fear, "Master... Master... He seemed to know... knew what happened that year... and then..."

"What happened back then?" Xiang Yu's heart sank suddenly, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

The other end of the phone fell silent again, as if there was something unspeakable. Xiang Yu held the phone tightly, with a hint of uncontrollable anger in his tone, "Speak!"

"Master... he... he has been sending people to secretly investigate... investigate... the cause of Madam's death... and then... and then..." The old voice was intermittent, but it was like thunder, exploding in Xiang Yu's ears.

The fingers holding the phone trembled slightly because of excessive force. Xiang Yu's face became extremely ugly. He almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Then what?"

"And then... then I discovered... discovered that there was a hidden story behind my wife's death..." "And then... then I discovered... discovered that there was a hidden story behind my wife's death..." The whispering on the other end of the phone was interrupted by a burst of electric sound, but Xiang Yu's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and his breathing became rapid.

With a beep, the phone was hung up. Xiang Yu called back immediately, but only got a busy tone. Anxiety and uneasiness wrapped around his heart like vines. He had never been so eager to know the truth, the truth about his mother's death.

Meanwhile, Yan Jin sat in the car, but she couldn't calm down. She couldn't ignore Xiang Yu's abnormality, and her uneasiness became stronger and stronger. At this time, someone knocked on the car window lightly. Yan Jin turned around and saw a man wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, whose face could not be seen clearly, standing outside the window.

The man handed in a note and said in a low voice: "Xiang Yu's family secret is related to your safety. If you want to know the truth, come to me at the address on the note." After that, the man turned and disappeared into the crowd without leaving any trace.

Yan Jin opened the note suspiciously, and there was only an address on it. She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go to the appointment. For some things, escaping will not solve the problem, and only by facing it bravely can you find the answer.

She asked the driver to turn the car around and go to the address on the note. It was an antique teahouse that was out of tune with the surrounding modern buildings. Yan Jin walked into the teahouse and found the mysterious man in the corner.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of deep eyes. He looked at Yan Jin, his tone low and serious: "I know you have a lot of questions, about Xiang Yu, about his family, about his mother's death. I can tell you the truth, but you have to be mentally prepared. Some truths may be unbearable for you."

Yan Jin took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm. She looked at the man and said firmly, "Go ahead, I'm ready."

The man nodded and began to tell a secret that had been buried for many years, a story about power, conspiracy and betrayal, and the protagonist of this story was Xiang Yu's family.

After listening to the man's story, Yan Jin was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She couldn't believe that Xiang Yu, who had always been gentle and polite, had such a dark secret hidden in his family. And she was unknowingly involved in a huge whirlpool.

"I'm giving you a piece of advice," the man looked at Yan Jin, his tone heavy, "stay away from Xiang Yu, the farther the better. If you continue to stay with him, you will only bring danger to yourself."

Yan Jin didn't say anything. She stood up and left the teahouse. Her mind was reverberating with the man's words, and she was confused. She didn't know who to trust, nor did she know what to do.

After returning home, Yan Jin locked herself in the study and began to collect information about Xiang Yu's family. She did not believe in fate, nor did she believe that she would become a victim of this family struggle. She wanted to find out the truth and control her own destiny.

It was late at night, Yan Jin was flipping through ancient documents in her study, when suddenly a line of handwriting caught her eye, causing her to sit up straight. The words were ancient and obscure, but they seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted Yan Jin's attention, making her want to find out more. Under the dim light, Yan Jin carefully flipped through the parchment scroll in her hand. This document was accidentally discovered by her in the secret room of the Xiang family's old house, and it recorded the secrets passed down from generation to generation in the Xiang family.

"How could this happen..." Yan Jin murmured in a low voice, his pupils filled with disbelief.

According to the literature, the ancestors of the Xiang family were not merchants, but a mysterious family of guardians who guarded a treasure that could change the world. The reason why Xiang Yu's family chose to do business was to better hide this secret and prevent the secret of the treasure from being leaked.

"This..." Yan Jin took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She remembered what the mysterious man said. Could it be that the misfortunes that Xiang Yu's family encountered were all due to this treasure?

Yan Jin closed the scroll, feeling uneasy. She realized that she was deeply involved and could not stay out of it. She had to tell Xiang Yu all this. Only by facing it together could they find the truth and protect each other.

When he found Xiang Yu, he was handling official business in his study. Yan Jin's sudden visit surprised him a little, but seeing her solemn expression, he immediately put down the documents in his hand and asked with concern: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Yan Jin didn't say anything, but handed him the scroll in his hand. Xiang Yu took the scroll doubtfully and slowly unfolded it. As the words on it came into his eyes, his expression gradually became solemn.

After a long time, Xiang Yu put down the scroll, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "This... How is this possible..." He muttered to himself, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

Yan Jin walked up to him, gently held his hand, and whispered, "I believe that what is written here is true. We must find the truth and figure it all out."

Xiang Yu looked at Yan Jin, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He knew that this matter was of great importance, and if they were not careful, it would bring them disaster. But he knew even more clearly that he couldn't let Yan Jin face it all alone.

"Okay, let's face it together." Xiang Yu held Yan Jin's hand and said in a firm tone.

However, the gears of fate seemed to have begun to turn. Just as they were about to conduct an in-depth investigation, Xiang Yu's cell phone suddenly rang. The anxious voice of the housekeeper came from the other end of the phone: "Master, Master... Master is critically ill, please come back soon!"

Xiang Yu's face turned pale instantly. He held the phone tightly and asked in a trembling voice: "My dad...why did he suddenly..."

Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Xiang Yu hung up the phone. He turned to look at Yan Jin, his eyes full of anxiety and worry. He knew that he had to go back immediately, but...

"I'll go back with you." Yan Jin held Xiang Yu's hand and said firmly.

Xiang Yu looked at Yan Jin, his heart filled with emotion and warmth. He knew that no matter what happened, Yan Jin would be by his side and face it with him.

They packed their bags and immediately set off for the airport. However, they didn't know that what was waiting for them would be a more severe test...

The private plane broke through the clouds and flew towards an unknown fate. Xiang Yu held Yan Jin's hand tightly, his eyes firm and deep. He looked out the window and silently said in his heart: No matter what the future holds, I will protect you until death.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned to Yan Jin, and said hurriedly: "There is one more thing..."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Yan Jin's heartbeat accelerated with Xiang Yu's sudden change, and a feeling of uneasiness quietly spread.

"I almost forgot. Before I left, the housekeeper said that in the old house..." Xiang Yu paused, as if he was organizing his words, "He said that in the safe in my study, there might be something related to the family secrets."

Yan Jin suddenly remembered that when she found the parchment scroll in the secret room of the old house, she also felt that there seemed to be other secrets there. Could it be that the key to solving all the mysteries is hidden in the safe in Xiang Yu's study?

"It seems that God is helping us too." Yan Jin took a deep breath and suppressed his inner excitement. "Once we have dealt with my uncle's affairs, we will go back immediately, okay?"

Xiang Yu stared at Yan Jin deeply, as if he wanted to carve her figure into his heart. "Okay. Jin Yu, thank you for always being with me."

After more than ten hours of flight, the private plane landed at the airport in City A. Xiang Yu and Yan Jin rushed to the hospital without stopping, anxious.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which formed a sharp contrast with the warm sunlight outside the window. Father Xiang, lying on the bed, was as pale as paper, breathing weakly, and his former majesty and domineering were gone.

"Dad!" Xiang Yu rushed to the bedside, held his father's cold hand, and said in a choked voice, "How are you? What did the doctor say?"

Father Xiang slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Yan Jin, a barely perceptible light flashed across his cloudy vision. He motioned for Xiang Yu to help him sit up, and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Xiao Yu, don't worry, I'm fine..."

"Dad, please don't hide it from me. The doctor said..." Xiang Yu's voice stopped abruptly. He couldn't imagine how he would face it if something really happened to his father.

Father Xiang waved his hand, signaling Xiang Yu not to speak. He turned to Yan Jin, who had been standing silently beside him, with a complicated look in his eyes and an unusually serious tone: "Jin Yu, I know that our Xiang family owes you a lot..."

Yan Jin's heart trembled, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Xiang's father: "Child, listen to me. I know it's not easy for you and Xiaoyu to get to where you are today. I hope that you can continue to accompany him and support him. No matter what happens, don't give up..."

"Dad..." Xiang Yu was about to speak, but he saw his father struggling to grope out an ancient wooden box from under the pillow and handed it to him.

"Xiao Yu, this contains the secret of our family, and it is also... something your mother left for you." Father Xiang's voice became weaker and weaker, but with an unquestionable firmness, "Now, it's time to let you know..."