After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 242 The Price of Bringing Him Back

The dead become the white moonlight.

This was a consensus that Feng Li and Yan Yu reached with Jiang Shu.

Li Yubai's tombstone is located at the foot of a famous mountain in China, and it is said that Feng Li bought it for himself back then.

Jiang Shu burned paper money in front of the tombstone for seven whole days.

If you say she's deeply affectionate, you don't see her acting like she's about to die; but if you say she's cold-hearted, her swollen eyes are always wet with tears.

Yan Yu squatted down beside her, scattering paper money with her while whispering comforting words, "Sister, you still have me."

Feng Li sat on the grave, looking listless: "Baby, when are you going to snap out of it? I'm also badly injured and on the verge of death. Can't you focus your energy on the living?"

“From the living…” Jiang Shu raised her eyes, her voice hoarse, “Ning Yunzhan, no, the new master, who knows his lair?”

"..." Feng Li laughed angrily, "What, you think you can kill him with your pathetic skills?"

Yan Yu pondered, "Sister, you've walked right into a trap. I heard that the new master has been extensively renovating the castle since he returned. This is a blatant sign that he intends to 'invite' you to live here permanently..."

Jiang Shu didn't really want to talk.

Ning Yunzhan, who once seemed the most unassuming and refined person, turned out to be the new master. What a contrast!
She suddenly remembered something: "A few months ago, Li Yubai discovered traces of my mortal enemy in H country. He was referring to the new master and the butcher's knife?"

Yan Yu and Feng Li both remained silent.

"How could I have such a powerful nemesis..." Jiang Shu said dejectedly, "How am I supposed to fight him?"

"How could they bear to hit you..." Feng Li scoffed.

Jiang Shu's mood worsened. She had watched melodramatic dramas for over a decade, but she never expected to pick up a script like "The Devil Falls in Love with Me," yet the word "love" was hard to believe.

"It should be a grudge between the new master and the old master, and has nothing to do with you, sister." Yan Yu couldn't bear to let Jiang Shu get stuck on the issue, so she gently moved on.

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement.

They started burning paper money again.

She bought 10,000 yuan worth of paper money, enough for a whole truckload. When Li Yubai was alive, she was actually quite stingy, and now she wanted to make amends, but she couldn't find a way, so she could only think of burning more money to commemorate him.

Yan Yu, who had a lot of comforting words prepared, swallowed them back after seeing the cartload of paper money.

Given the way this big spender thinks... maybe he doesn't need any comforting?

But Feng Li could still sense Jiang Shu's heavy, almost suffocating mood.

Feng Li's peach blossom eyes scrutinized her for a while: "You've cried for so many days, that's enough. If you cry any more, I'll feel sorry for you. After all, you're just a client with a good relationship. Look at the expression on your face, like your husband just died. Tsk."

Jiang Shu said softly, "I just feel incredibly empty inside, I can't quite put my finger on it. Even though we've only known each other for less than a year, it feels like we've been together for decades, it's a very mysterious feeling..."

It's truly mysterious.

My heart felt like it had been hollowed out. Although the days I spent with Li Yubai were incredibly intimate, we always maintained a proper distance and stayed within the bounds of propriety.

But she felt an indescribable sadness, and occasionally she even had hallucinations. In her hallucinations, Li Yubai was sitting with her under the black roses, stroking her hand, teaching her to use divination techniques to predict fate, and gently comforting her when she was dejected.

"After all, this is my innate ability. It's already great that you've learned even a tenth or twentyth of it. In the future, let's not talk about big things, but predicting marriage prospects is still quite accurate. Don't be discouraged, okay..."

In her hallucinations, she also saw him sitting at the entrance of Xinghua Village, holding a chubby baby in his arms, talking to himself:

"I have lost all my power and my days are numbered. I can no longer even use divination techniques. The only thing that's still presentable is my face. I hope you won't dislike me when you grow up..." In her hallucination, she saw him standing in a secret room, washing away the traces of Li Lingyan from his face. His features were stunning, and his temperament was refined and elegant. Behind her, Uncle Fu cautiously asked, "Sir, what name do you plan to use for your new identity?"

The boy then said, "Li Yubai."

Then, he smiled at himself in the mirror: "In this life, she has awakened, so I will return to her side with my original name, day and night, never to leave her."

In her hallucination, there was also a beautiful young man being pinned down by her among the flowers, being wantonly bullied by her. The young man's eyes were like spring water, and his lips were the color of roses.

Another young man held her as they gazed at the moon, and after a tender moment, he whispered in her ear, "The ring is all made for me. When will you marry me?" He raised his hand, and on his ring finger, the obsidian ring gleamed brilliantly...

……

Jiang Shu, who was completely disoriented by those chaotic hallucinations, remained in a daze for several days before finally regaining her senses on the eighth day.

She longed to confide those fragmented hallucinations to Feng Li and Yan Yu, but felt that too many details were too ambiguous to express.

Feng Li ruffled her hair vigorously and chuckled, "Baby, if I had known you cared so much about the dead, I would have stood in front of him back then, so you could cry at my grave every day."

Jiang Shu wiped away her tears and looked at him with a resentful gaze: "We're still at Li Yubai's grave, and you're already jealous of him."

After saying that, she ignored him and continued burning paper money.

On the tenth day after Li Yubai's death, Assistant Shen found Jiang Shu: "The BOSS had some old things that he valued very much before he died. After thinking about it, it seems that it is most appropriate to give them to Miss Jiang to handle."

The old item he was referring to was the safe in Li Yubai's office.

Jiang Shu, accompanied by Feng Li and Yan Yu, entered the chairman's office of the Li Group.

Because Li Yubai's body was never found, there are still many doubts surrounding his death, even within the Li Group. As a result, no one has dared to touch his enormous wealth, which is currently being managed by his three special assistants and the foundation. Even his safe deposit box was only opened after being notarized by his three special assistants, Shen, Yang, and Gao.

Jiang Shu thought it was something extremely valuable.

But actually, they're just some children's items: a bunch of baby care manuals, old baby bottles, a rattle with peeling paint, a bell, a baby teether...

Besides that, there was a photo album. Inside were photos of Jiang Shu from childhood to adulthood, each one carefully preserved and neatly arranged, with the date of the photo written on the back. Jiang Shu recognized that a large portion of the dates were in Jiang Liuyun's handwriting, while the rest were in Li Yubai's.

Assistant Shen spoke softly: "There are some old items stored in the BOSS's riverside villa, most of which are related to Miss Jiang. Among them is a hard drive containing private videos recorded by the BOSS over the years. Uncle Fu also told you to pick it up when you have time, saying that you have seen them before, but a few new ones have been added later."

There are also a lot of video recordings in the villa.

On the dark web established by Yan Yu, people take videos and upload them whenever they have free time. There are now thousands of videos, all depicting Qingcheng's daily life, from Qingcheng Chronicles 1 to 1000+.

Jiang Shu nodded listlessly, holding the photo album: "Okay, Yan Yu, go get it from Uncle Fu. I just want to be alone for a while."

Everyone else backed out.

Feng Li, however, stayed behind.

Jiang Shu: "Ali, you go out too."

Feng Li didn't leave; instead, he squatted down in front of her.

His voice was languid: "Baby, if either Li Yubai or I had to die, who would you choose to die?"

"You're sick!" Jiang Shu felt a surge of anger rising within her as she thought about the recurring, psychologically damaging question that had been plaguing them for the past few days. "You're all sick!"

Feng Li's eyes seemed to hold a hint of mischief: "What if I said that Li Yubai could come back, but the price for his return would be that I would die... Honey, what would you choose?"