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The morning mist dispersed with the wind, and the moment when the clouds parted to reveal the sun seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Tong Le, accompanied by Wen, had been busy from the night until dawn and then through to midday. They had taken care of Lan Qingqing's affairs, and now, with no relatives left, Lan Qingqing could be said to have found a peaceful end.
As Wen accompanied Tong Le out of the funeral home, she tightened her coat and sighed. "I heard that your name was the last thing Lan Qingqing said before she died. She mentioned you as her best friend and that you wouldn't abandon her. She always knew how good you were, but she still made a stubborn choice."
Tong Le turned to look at the low hill behind Wen. For some reason, even though the weather wasn't particularly cold, every time he came to such places, he felt an unusual chill. It felt like these past couple of days had stretched on forever, as if he had lived through several lifetimes without an end in sight. Just earlier, while sorting through Lan Qingqing's belongings at her home, he had come across their old university class uniforms—his own was there too. She had kept it in her closet all this time and hadn’t thrown it away during her move.
Tong Le couldn't understand how things had changed so drastically; during their four years in university, he hadn't even noticed it happening.
Wen patted Tong Le on the shoulder. "It's all in the past now. Let's go home and rest well. How about we go for a sauna? The police are handling everything with Zong Zeyu and Zong Jin; we don’t need to worry about it anymore since it’s all over."
Tong Le walked beside Wen, murmuring, "Yes, it's all over. Mo Kai Liang is in prison, and Lan Qingqing is gone; Jin Zi Meng has given Jin Feng an explanation. Hua Rongxiao will inevitably be held accountable for Wan Zhang and Winston's deaths. The criminal forces behind Hua Rongxiao will be investigated by the police, and those involved will get their just deserts."
Yet Tong Le still couldn't make sense of two things: where Ke Wenjie had gone and why Hua Rongxiao refused to divulge anything even when captured. Did she really love Ke Wenjie that much?
Taking a deep breath, Tong Le felt overwhelmed. Who were the people hiding behind Hua Rongxiao? The one who killed Jin Feng was not one of Hua Rongxiao's hired thugs, which meant there was someone even more powerful backing her. This time, Hua Rongxiao's swift departure abroad must have been to seek refuge with that powerful ally.
Wen genuinely feared that Tong Le would become consumed by his thoughts. "Let it go; those are matters for the police to investigate. Don't think too hard about it; your head might explode! Just relax with me."
Wen took Tong Le out for a day of distraction—sauna sessions, hot pot, and late-night drinks in the city.
At the sauna, Tong Le pampered himself and now sat lazily in the passenger seat next to Wen. She deliberately slowed down the car's speed as Tong Le relaxed. "It feels nice now; all my worries are gone, but I’m not quite used to it."
"We just passed by that bar you used to run," Wen said. "It’s changed hands; now it's a barbecue restaurant."
"Yeah," Wen replied. "I went there with Zhou Zishuo last time; it was pretty good."
As they drove slowly, Tong Le noticed the Hua Yan Plastic Surgery Institute—it looked completely different from before. In just two days, the large glass walls had been smashed to pieces, and the sign was destroyed; even dog feces had been smeared at the entrance.
Tong Le was surprised when Wen explained, "Hua Rongxiao was arrested at the airport while being filmed by enthusiastic onlookers. That news spread online immediately. A few days ago, Lan Qingqing's livestream was really popular; many people commented on her account after hearing about her death—everyone went wild saying that Hua Rongxiao was responsible for many deaths. A lot of people started digging into Hua Rongxiao’s background. Not only was Hua Yan Plastic Surgery Institute vandalized, but anyone associated with Hua Rongxiao also got dragged into it—people either protested or caused trouble at their doors. I heard that even Hua Rongxiao’s charity organization ran into problems."
Wen sighed thoughtfully. "You know what? Although Lan Qingqing wasn't exactly a saint herself, her death has triggered a chain reaction."
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