Chapter 122

  He Yu Sheng slammed the door and walked out. His feet seemed to have grown thorns, urging him to move forward without stopping, to leave this place as soon as possible.

  He wants to be far away from Shu Mu, he wants to be far away from this person who has been saying that they love him all along, but never put in half a heart.

  As he walked up to one of the doors, however, he stopped.

  This was Ke Yuan's office before his death.

  The room closest to Shu Mu's office.

  Ke Yuan has been gone for more than half a year, and Shu Mu's agent had also changed long ago, but the master of this place has always been only one.

  He had seen Baoyi cleaning this door every day and heard that the furniture inside, a table and chair, were all wiped by Shu-mei herself.

  He Yuesong suddenly couldn't move anymore.

  He turned around like a madman, his eyes blazing red as he searched for something at hand, then let out a short, hoarse growl like a provoked beast, picked up the potted plant on one side and slammed it hard against the frosted glass door.

  "Ah!"

  A passing secretary on the side was frightened and screamed loudly.

  The frosted glass shattered all over the floor, and the office of the former gold medal broker was forced to open wide. He Yuesong stood in front of the door, his whole body still filled with unrelenting grievances and anger after venting.

  He looked inside, neat files and books, dust-free red wooden chairs and tea tables, and a photo of Ke Yuan and Shu Mu with their shoulders leaning against each other on the wall...

  He shut his eyes tightly and felt like he was going to cry, but couldn't bring out any tears.

  Before leaving, he took a last look in Shu Mu's direction, then turned and left without looking back.

  As he turned around, Shu Mu's door opened.

  Shu Mu slightly furrowed his brow, as if he wanted to see what trouble He Yuesong had gotten himself into in a fit of rage. The door opened and he stared at the shattered glass fragments on the ground, his expression rarely showing shock.

  "What's wrong?" His tail tone was trembling, but he didn't notice it himself. He asked as he walked towards Ke Yuan's office door.

  The flower pot's broken porcelain and soil are mixed with glass shards, dirty.

  "He...he suddenly picked up the flower pot and slammed the door. I don't know why, he just...just slammed it." The little secretary was scared out of her wits, she couldn't even speak coherently.

  "It's okay, don't be afraid." The CEO's secretary, Ling Jing, walked over and patted the little secretary on the shoulder, giving her a gentle hug. "It's alright, Second Young Master has a bad temper and likes to lose his cool, so don't be scared, calm down and go back to work."

  The little secretary had just been with the company for less than half a year, and was so frightened that she was at her wit's end. After calming down for a while, she nodded gratefully to Ling Jing and continued on her way back to work. Ling Jing turned around, and Xiu Mu had already walked into Ke Yuan's room, leaving behind a trail of chaos.

  The house still maintained the appearance of the day Ke Yuan left, with neatly categorized files, a computer unplugged from its power source, and documents that had been swept to the ground in a fit of rage.

  One of them, Ke Yuan brought over to vent his anger, and viciously stepped on it with the sole of his shoe, while Shu Mu couldn't bear to move it, leaving it in its original position.

  At this moment, he is squatting on the ground, shaking off the dirt and glass from the paper bit by bit, relying on his memory to put everything back in its place.

  Ling Jing stood outside the door, unable to articulate her feelings, only feeling a deep and lingering pain.

  She remembered that day, she was worried about Ke Yuan and had been standing outside the door waiting for him. Ke Yuan came out, the ring he had worn on his hand for many years was gone, he raised his bare palm, waved at her, and smiled at her, unaware of the great disaster that was about to befall him.

  "Take good care of yourself from now on," he said.

  Two hours later, the police called and said he was dead.

  She remembered that at the time, Shu Mu didn't say anything. He didn't even come out of this room. He sat in Ke Yuan's seat, staring blankly at himself for half a minute before speaking again, his voice already hoarse.

  "He said: 'Go out and let me be quiet for a while.'"

  The next morning, she came to open the door of Ke Yuan's office. Shu Mu was still sitting in the same posture on the chair. She wanted to scold him and persuade him to mourn with restraint. However, when she walked up to Shu Mu, he stood up voluntarily.

  His grief—if he had any—lasted less than twenty-four hours.

  "The door is broken, I'll tell the administration and they will send someone to install a new one later." Ling Jing said after clearing her throat.

  "Mm." Shu Mu crouched down and carefully picked up the shattered glass from the paper, throwing it aside.

  Ling Jing took a few steps closer, looking at Shu Mu's humble and condescending appearance as he squatted on the ground. Suddenly, she laughed sarcastically: "If I had known it would be like this, why bother in the first place."

  Shu Mu's hand shook and the sharp glass neatly cut a small wound on his fingertip.

  A bright red blood dripped down instantly, blooming a blood flower on the snow-white paper.

  Shu Mu stared at his own bloodstains, his eyes motionless as if he was in a trance. Time passed for a long while, and this silence lasted for a very long time, until Ling Jing thought he would ignore it like before, but suddenly he smiled.

  "I have no regrets." Shu Mu put his fingers into his mouth and bit down hard, causing even more blood to gush out wildly, filling his mouth with the metallic iron taste of blood. "I don't regret a single thing I've done!"

  Ling Jing also smiled.

  "If you really have a clear conscience, then go to his grave and tell him so." She sneered.