Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 685 - 525: Breakdown (First Update)

Su Xiaomeng clutched the tablet with both hands, murmuring,

"Is... is there any news?"

The faint sound of Big Ben chiming came from outside the window.

It was ten o’clock in London, four in the morning in Beijing—

The vast Yin Family mansion was brightly lit, yet it truly seemed to have become a "Yin House."

Zhou Mengqin clutched her chest, wailing painfully, it was the deepest sorrow in a mother’s heart.

"My son... my son..."

Zhou Mengqin, in her seventies, never imagined that her two biological sons would eventually leave before she did.

The desolate grief of sending one’s child to the grave, endured once, is worse than death, and now Zhou Mengqin was truly experiencing it a second time.

"Shixiu... Shixiu...!"

Zhou Mengqin collapsed to the ground, unable to bear it. Yin Shihua and Shan Munan did their best to support their mother, tears streaming uncontrollably down their faces...

Yin Shihua, several times, couldn’t hold her mother steady and collapsed to the ground herself.

He was her only younger brother...

Her blood-related sibling...

Listening to her mother’s hoarse cries, calling out, each sound tearing at one’s heart.

Yin Meng covered her mouth, looking at the bundle of flesh wrapped in white cloth on the floor, her voice choked in her throat...

Her eyes widened, shaking her head unconsciously, "This is not Uncle... this is not Uncle... Ming Xu, what are you doing!"

Yin Meng glared at Shan Mingxu, reaching out to hit him,

"You said you would bring Uncle out safely! What is this! What is this?!"

"..."

"What kind of soldier are you, what skills did you learn! Huh?! Shan Mingxu! Talk to me! Aren’t you usually very capable! Aren’t you very skilled!"

Yin Meng pushed and hit her brother, who was over six feet tall, with all her might. His military uniform was still heavy with moisture.

Shan Mingxu’s handsome face with thick eyebrows and big eyes was now in a sorry state, and his usually bright eyes had lost their luster.

Yin Meng’s pushing and hitting made his body keep retreating...

"Say something! Before you left, what did you say, huh?! Ming Xu, you—"

"Sister!"

Shan Mingxu hugged Yin Meng tightly, burying his head in her neck, holding her tightly...

"I’m sorry, sister... I’m sorry... sob... it’s my fault, it’s my fault!"

Yin Meng closed her eyes, she no longer had the strength to keep hitting Shan Mingxu, clutching her brother’s military uniform, she knew... she was taking her anger out on Shan Mingxu.

Shan Mingxu’s admiration, respect for Yin Shixiu, she understood better than anyone.

If there was even the slightest possibility, Ming Xu would definitely save Uncle...

She knew that Ming Xu... had done his best.

Bai Sidong also returned with Shan Mingxu.

The people in the room, from the two elderly members of the Yin Family to the servants working for the Yin Family, all cried in grief.

Bai Sidong looked at the limbs wrapped in white cloth on the ground, the blast tore the flesh and scattered the bones, the gray-black charred marks were horrific to witness...

They had fished out the only piece left from the sea after more than an hour...

The ring finger shattered in the explosion was stubbornly wearing a wedding band.

Bai Sidong had already removed the wedding band, clenching it tightly in his hand, the metal seemed to carry the fierce fire that destroyed everything, burning his palm.

Bai Sidong’s police uniform was already soaking wet, driving from Tianjin Port back to Beijing and into the Yin Mansion.

The uniform still wasn’t dry...

He slightly closed his eyes, full of fatigue and pain, and vaguely heard a discordant sound—

Bai Sidong glanced at the tablet on the coffee table...

The camera’s angle was pointing directly at him, Bai Sidong looked over, and staring back with wide eyes from the screen was Su Xiaomeng.

Her lips moved, murmuring repeatedly,

"Is there... any news of him? Is there any news of him? Is there... news...?"

Bai Sidong saw Su Xiaomeng’s tears falling like big beans, rolling down her face and dropping.

The smart and clever niece, how could she not understand the meaning of such mournful cries...

For a moment, Bai Sidong felt his heart being sliced with a knife.

He turned his head aside, his gaze dared not meet Su Xiaomeng’s again.

It was like a hard stone was stuck in his throat, and for a nearly fifty-year-old man, his tear ducts seemed to have ignited as well.

He slightly raised his head, but the tears that welled up didn’t have time to retreat.

Su Xiaomeng gripped the tablet, her stiff body retreating continuously, step by step... until she leaned against the door.

The strength seemed to be drawn out from the soles of her feet bit by bit, her legs lost their power, and she collapsed to the ground.

Bai Sidong wiped away his tears and snot, finally walked over, picked up the tablet,

"Meng Meng..."

"..."

"Uncle..."

Bai Sidong wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing would come out.

He wanted to apologize to Xiao Meng; as her uncle, he couldn’t save her husband at the crucial moment.

He wanted Xiao Meng to stay strong, but when he thought of the deep affection between them, such a bleak comfort simply wouldn’t come out.

He licked his lips,

"Uncle... I’m very sorry..."

After speaking, Bai Sidong put down the tablet, covering his own face.

Xiao Meng lost her focus, tears silently falling down...

"I, I want to see him..."

"..."

"I want to see him... Uncle... let, let me see him..."

At this moment, Su Xiaomeng’s mind was blank; for a moment, she couldn’t even picture Yin Shixiu’s face in her mind.

At that instant, her whole body went cold, and a deeper, more profound fear arose spontaneously...

Bai Sidong heard Su Xiaomeng’s request, but...

His gaze fell again on that severed arm wrapped in white cloth.

Zhou Mengqin had already fainted from crying, and Yin Shaohui slumped desolately on the sofa, his old eyes wrapped in wrinkles, turbid old tears streaming down the crevices of the wrinkles as if trying to fill them.

"Uncle... let me see him..."

Bai Sidong dared not imagine what would happen to Su Xiaomeng if she saw that all that was left of her husband was a severed arm...

"Uncle... I beg you... please let me see him..."

Bai Sidong’s eyes turned red; he unclenched his tightly clenched fist, showing the ring to Su Xiaomeng.

Su Xiaomeng’s eyes widened...

"It’s not that Uncle doesn’t want you to see... The scene was too chaotic at the time, the yacht he was on exploded on the sea, Uncle... Uncle was incompetent, only, only found his one arm..."

"..."

On Su Xiaomeng’s face, all the color drained away in an instant, her hand holding the tablet lost strength, the tablet fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Meng Meng..."

Bai Sidong called out to her, the tablet’s display was a motionless ceiling.

"Xiao Meng... don’t scare your uncle, respond to your uncle... okay?"

Bai Sidong’s heart was tight with worry.

Yet, the other side of the tablet was silently frightening, the heart slowly sinking.

"Xiao Meng?"

Yin Meng heard the commotion from this side and walked over, her voice hoarse from crying, asking Bai Sidong,

"Xiao Meng... does she know..."

Bai Sidong sniffled, nodded.

Yin Meng bit her lip; she took the tablet,

"Xiao Meng... can you respond to us, please? You can’t have anything happen again... otherwise, otherwise..."

Yin Meng couldn’t even finish her sentence.

At this moment, no one had the strength left to comfort another.

The cruel truth was laid bare...

Yin Shixiu was the apple of the elderly couple’s eye, the next Family Head of the Yin Family, the younger brother of Yin Shilan and Yin Shihua, he was the most admired and respected in the hearts of these juniors like Yin Meng, and in the eyes of the servants working in the Yin Mansion, he was the extraordinary Fourth Young Master.

Everyone was trapped in grief...

For a moment, Bai Sidong and Yin Meng both fell silent, with unease and anxiety in their hearts.

But they couldn’t utter even a single word that could truly provide comfort.

Couldn’t say...

"Meng Meng, you have to be strong..." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Couldn’t say...

"Meng Meng, don’t be afraid..."

The silence endured for an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a faint movement came from the tablet, Yin Meng quickly clutched the tablet, and then—

The near-complete breakdown scream, as if traversing the 1789.5 kilometers, piercing into the softest part of the heart, then abruptly tugging at it!

"Ah—!"