"What does this imply? Dan Hanxi’s death was premeditated, he even intentionally returned to the private villa."

Once the news of Dan Hanxi’s death gets out, especially given that the location of death is under Dan Hanjie’s domain.

The media was already relentless in covering the inheritance dispute between the two brothers. Dan Hanxi’s death is like adding fuel to the fire.

There’s no way it won’t explode!

"At this time, instead of trying to suppress the news to buy yourself some time, you’re talking about brotherly love and wanting to arrange a funeral for him. It’s simply asking for trouble!"

Dan Hanxi’s death signifies the second phase of Dan Rong’s will.

With the loss of the sole heir, all of Dan Rong’s estate will be donated by the relevant institutions.

Half of Dan Group’s empire would just be handed over like that.

The entire group would plunge into chaos.

"He is my biological brother." Dan Hanjie suddenly looked up, staring intensely at Diwu Zexuan, enunciating each word.

A pair of bewitching eyes tinted with a blood-red hue.

"To the point of death, helping others scheming against your own brother, what’s worth you seeing him in a different light?" Diwu Zexuan blocked Dan Hanjie’s way, showing no sign of backing down.

The dead are dead; no matter what you do, it’s all in vain.

Clinging to the idea of a funeral only troubles the living.

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s fists clenched, his tall figure exuding a cold hostility.

He and Diwu Zexuan stood off for a good ten seconds, neither of them backing down.

"... Keep the autopsy report safe, and then send his body for cremation. Suspend the funeral arrangements for now." Dan Hanjie’s eyes flickered, his tone cold and indifferent.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

He couldn’t act on impulse.

"The funeral isn’t to be postponed; it absolutely cannot happen." Diwu Zexuan fearlessly continued.

"Diwu Zexuan!" Dan Hanjie growled, reaching out to grab his collar, gritting his teeth fiercely.

"Hit me then, you’re like a dog biting the hand that feeds it. Dan Hanxi died suspiciously; surely there are others still waiting in the shadows. You’re well aware of this."

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s eyes narrowed, a glimmer of cold light passing through them.

He slightly loosened his grip on Diwu Zexuan.

"Alright, the immediate priority now is to quickly handle Dan Hanxi’s body. Also, I suggest proactively contacting the police for evidence collection. If it turns out Dan Hanxi’s suicide turns into murder while we secretly dealt with the body, the issue could snowball out of control." Rui Hui at the side finally found the chance to speak.

"Jie, if you’re not feeling well, just go rest. Let me handle these matters."

"..."

Dan Hanjie glanced at Rui Hui, his thin lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

He lowered his gaze, fixedly looking at Dan Hanxi’s body.

The people from the Dan Family who brought him pain were finally all dead.

But he didn’t feel as happy as he imagined, not even relieved.

...

Qin Youxuan slept for a long time, a time so long that she could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

In a daze, she saw Dan Hanxi.

He waved his hand, bidding her farewell, telling her not to be sad, that he was very happy with this ending.

Living life without bearing hatred is a relief he never had before. He left peacefully.

She even heard his thank you, thanking her for choosing to forgive in the last moments of his life.

Qin Youxuan very much wanted to ask why he couldn’t spare himself.

Even if he wasn’t afraid of death, why couldn’t he choose to live...?