Lu Ming-Feng and the others had not arrived at Mount Yunding yet. A false sense of peace hung over the mansion.
One could spy a white BMW parked in front of the mansion.
It was Su Qian's car.
She had found out about Ye Fan's death from Lu Ming-Feng.
She had recalled Qiu Mu-Cheng's recent bout of depression and couldn't help but suspect the veracity of Lu Ming-Feng's words.
"Mu-Cheng, tell me, is it true? Did something really happen to Ye Fan?"
With every light in the mansion turned on, it was as if it were still daytime in the mansion.
But the past glory and vitality that had filled the mansion was gone. This symbol of authority and power had become a vessel of tragedy and loneliness.
Qiu Mu-Cheng did not reply Su Qian's questions.
She had put an apron on and was cooking in the kitchen.
A sumptuous spread of dishes filled the dining table.
If Ye Xi-Mei were here right now, she would have recognized those dishes. They were the same dishes that Qiu Mu-Cheng had prepared the same night that she had learned of Ye Fan's death.
Since that day, Qiu Mu-Cheng had been doing the same thing over and over again.
Every night, she would prepare the same spread of dishes that she had made for Ye Xi-Mei's birthday celebration. She would set the table for two, then sit at the table and await Ye Fan's return.
"That's enough! Mu-Cheng, how long do you intend to keep this from me? Tell me, is Ye Fan dead? Has he been dead for more than a month?" Su Qian couldn't take it anymore. The sight of Qiu Mu-Cheng lost and heartbroken was heart-wrenching.
She knew the answer to her questions.
But she had to ask them anyway. She needed Qiu Mu-Cheng to tell her the truth.
She didn't need the truth, but Qiu Mu-Cheng did. Her friend had to accept what had happened.
Otherwise, she would live in a nightmarish world in which Ye Fan's death haunted her forever.
She would cook the same dishes every day and wait for a man who would never come back.
The warm dishes on the dining table would grow cold, and be replaced by another identical set of warm dishes.
The thought of that broke Su Qian's heart.
Su Qian couldn't stand to see Qiu Mu-Cheng this way any longer. That was why she had asked Qiu Mu-Cheng so plainly, with such brutal honesty, even though she knew that her words would hurt Qiu-Mu-Cheng.
She was right. Qiu Mu-Cheng's head snapped up when she heard what Su Qian had said. She blew up at her friend instantly.
"That's utter rubbish! Ye Fan can't die. He told me that he'll be home to have dinner with me. We're going to have so many kids together. He'll protect me for the rest of my life. He's done none of those things. He can't die yet. You're all lying to me. You're all liars. I don't believe a single word that you've said!"
Tears streamed down Qiu Mu-Cheng's cheeks as she shook her head furiously.
It had been a month since she had learned of Ye Fan's death.
But she still had not come to terms with it.
She simply couldn't believe that Ye Fan had died and that shameless scoundrel was gone forever.
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