After King Jingyao gave his instructions, the servants promptly carried them out, and soon brought over the chilled chrysanthemum tea.

King Jingyao wanted some peace, so he let them go and rest for now.

He sat alone in the quiet living room, doing nothing but sitting there, the glaring white light casting a pale hue on his profile. He had always possessed a kind of refined elegance, but after his illness, there was now an added fragility.

His body remained still, yet his mind kept replaying the events that just occurred.

Xichen, he, had clearly sensed that it was him lurking in the shadows, which was why he deliberately asked that question. King Jingyao admitted that, at that moment, his heart did skip a beat, he was even a little afraid, afraid that brat would say something unpleasant. He had already decided that if it came to that, Xichen would be the first to be held accountable.

But no, the words that child spoke left him feeling utterly ashamed. Her soft voice pitied him, saying he lived too hard and too lonely, but how was he suffering? He had power and influence, yet only that brat thought he was suffering and lonely, that he was sacrificing himself.

What was she feeling when she said those words?

Clearly everyone was in turmoil, clearly he wasn’t treating her well at all now, clearly... she didn’t have to care about these things, she was living so well, everyone doting on her and spoiling her, how could she still remember an older brother who treated her like this? Shouldn’t she be thinking of Zhou Yunchen, thinking of Gu Changqing, thinking of everyone around her, not him?

He wanted to say she was pretending, but he knew her too well. If she knew he was right there, she would definitely say something ten times more infuriating, not a single pleasing word.

That little brat, she must have done it on purpose, deliberately saying something so emotional to make this old man want to cry.

King Jingyao sat there quietly, his head slightly tilted back, his eyes a bit moist.

It had been so long since he had felt this way.

After sitting for a long time, he reached out to wipe the corner of his eye, took his phone, dialed a number, and calmly gave a few words of instruction: "If Wang Jingchuan wants that project, let him take care of it."

Whatever was said on the other end, he then softly replied: "It’s my decision."

Originally, he had intended to use that project to pressure the Bo Family, but a single sentence from that little brat had him firmly in check, leaving him, this old man, full of lament in the dead of night.

He still, truly missed the past a bit.

He also somewhat longed for the days when Jingchuan was around, wanted to call him over, yet felt it inappropriate.

At this moment, King Jingyao was immensely lonely, most heart-wrenching was that night, not only did he kick Gu Anxi, but also sidelined Zhou Yunchen, a young man he had personally supported.

Was he wrong? Was it because he had been engrossed in power for thirty years that he lost his true self, unable to even trust those close to him?

King Jingyao let out a long sigh, feeling exhausted both in body and mind.

However, following on was an incident which left him even more weary, something that weighed heavily on his mind.

Late at night, he didn’t seek out Wang Jingchuan, yet it was Wang Jingchuan who called him, the voice on the other end urgent as soon as it connected: "Mr. Wang, something’s happened."

Wang Jingchuan held the phone, his whole being tense: "What’s the matter?"

Wang Jingchuan suppressed his voice: "It’s Lin Hua."

"What happened to Lin Hua?" King Jingyao’s voice was hoarse.

After a two-second silence, Wang Jingchuan spoke: "It’s Attorney Feng Sheng... the flight crashed. The person, is probably gone."

He finished speaking, and King Jingyao was stunned.

How could it be?

Just now Gu Anxi had mentioned Lin Hua, saying he should have been with Lin Hua, and now Lin Hua’s fiancé is... gone?

Even though he regretted it a little, he still hoped Lin Hua could be happy. King Jingyao was a man, he wouldn’t be petty enough to wish that a woman who had waited for him for many years would always remain single. She found true love, he felt a bit bitter but also happy for her, but this happiness seemed all too brief.

Wang Jingchuan was still there waiting for his instructions, while King Jingyao took a long time to find his voice again: "Alright, I understand. Jingchuan, activate the highest level of search, no matter what... find the person."

Wang Jingchuan nodded: "Alright, I’ll have Wang Yuan arrange it."

It was only then that King Jingyao remembered, Jingchuan could no longer handle matters for him openly, and there weren’t many people he could rely on, Min Xin being among them.

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "In that case, I’ll go in person."

Wang Jingchuan nodded: "Please take care of yourself, just outside the northern suburbs, the scene has already been cordoned off."

The two spoke a few more words, King Jingyao hung up the phone, tilted his head back a few times, then adjusted his clothes and called for the villa’s driver, several cars went out one after another...