Chapter 59: The Only Suspect
Fu Yue walked into his room.
It was mysterious and elegant, saturated with a heavy classical atmosphere.
The living room boasted a six-meter-high ceiling, with Gothic pointed arch windows paired with thick velvet curtains. There was a carved fireplace, gilded mirror decorations, and a vintage chandelier.
Beside the leather sofa sat another marble fireplace.
Fresh white roses were arranged atop the grand piano in the center of the room.
The most striking feature was the carved glass door leading to the balcony, offering a view of the sea and sky blending into one seamless blue.
Fu Yue stepped out onto the balcony.
Ji Hanmo stepped out as well, the two separated only by an elegant white wrought-iron railing.
Ji Hanmo didn’t speak, his gaze fixed on the distance.
Out there was a dreamlike expanse of private sea, in the center of which lay a beautiful Huanjiao Dao.
The corners of Fu Yue’s mouth twitched upward.
He knew that as long as he asked, “What is that place?” Ji Hanmo would likely take the opportunity to issue an invitation like, “Do you want to go take a look together?”
What would follow would probably be a one-day trip to the atoll island exclusive to the two of them.
Fu Yue, naturally, would not give him the satisfaction.
“I’m going to take a nap first.”
After saying that, he waved to Ji Hanmo, turned around, and walked back into the room, drawing the floor-to-ceiling balcony curtains shut without a hint of lingering attachment.
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Over the next few days, a private business summit was held within the Menglan Dao Hotel.
The group of top-tier moguls transitioned seamlessly into their busy schedules.
Even Fu Yue’s second brother, Fu Yan, appeared on the island. As the second son of the Fu family, he had no formal invitation to the summit.
Perhaps he had been forced by their father to come and meet Zou Jin.
Given Fu Yue’s status, he naturally didn’t have an invitation to the summit, nor did he have any interest in such things.
When at a scenic tourist destination, the focus should be on playing!
Menglan Dao enjoyed spring-like weather year-round, with gentle sea breezes.
Fu Yue changed into a newly bought linen casual shirt, put on sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sun hat, radiating a full vacation vibe.
This was the life!
This was the correct way to open the experience of transmigrating as a rich young tool-man—flashing in precisely when the plot required it, and maxing out the “wealthy family experience card” the rest of the time.
The Wuya of Menglan Dao was a popular spot for social media check-ins.
Fu Yue followed the crowd to find it.
The small path paved with rocks wound upward, and the sea breeze was incredibly refreshing.
Upon reaching the Wuya viewpoint, Fu Yue was a bit disappointed.
There was no mist, nor were there any activities to do.
There was only a distant view of greenery meeting the sky—standing at the viewpoint, one could look down at the dense thickets extending from beneath one’s feet all the way to where the water met the sky.
Fu Yue sighed, absentmindedly complaining to the system, when a cool figure suddenly passed by, his arm brushing against the iced cola Fu Yue held in his hand.
A few drops of the chilled drink splashed out.
Some landed on Fu Yue’s fingers, and some wet the other man’s sleeve.
Fu Yue paused.
The man looked back.
Light-colored clothing, an exquisite face—it was Jiang Ying.
He actually didn’t go to the summit?
The two were barely a step apart, close enough to see the curve of each other’s eyelashes.
Jiang Ying stopped in his tracks, his light brown eyes, tinged with a sense of detachment, staring straight at Fu Yue.
His gaze seemed to hold a thousand emotions, yet at the same time, it held nothing at all.
Fu Yue’s throat moved, but he didn’t know what to say.
Apologize? Say hello?
In such a stalled atmosphere, anything said seemed redundant.
The gazes of those around them gradually gathered—it was hard not to notice two exceptionally good-looking young men standing in silent confrontation.
Jiang Ying’s elegant, light-colored, waist-cinching suit made him look like a prince out of a fairy tale. Walking through the scenic area, it was as if heaven itself had put a spotlight on him.
The few seconds of eye contact felt as long as a century.
In the end, Jiang Ying moved first.
Expressionless, he stepped sideways to go around Fu Yue and continued forward, never saying a word from beginning to end.
“…”
Fu Yue stood in place for a long time before slowly letting out a breath.
Fine, it seemed that when enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred—they didn’t even bother to speak.
Last night, while eating ramen with Shen Junnian, Fu Yue took the opportunity to ask around indirectly.
Although Shen Junnian was a massive information hub, it was limited to business matters. Regarding Jiang Ying, his information was second-hand.
“Pei Luomian saved him during that time he jumped into the river for you. I don’t know anything more than that.”
Yesterday’s questioning had been for nothing.
Fu Yue finished his cola and prepared to take a few scenic photos before leaving.
This place didn’t live up to its name; he planned to head to the beach instead.
“Hey, handsome, could you help us take a photo?”
A young couple approached him. The girl stuffed her phone into Fu Yue’s hand. “Could you capture the castle in the background for us?”
“Oh, sure,” Fu Yue took the phone.
He backed up to the railing, adjusting the camera focus, trying to include as much of the background as possible.
The couple smiled sweetly.
There were many tourists walking around him, chatting and laughing; it was very lively.
“Alright, cheese!”
Just as Fu Yue held up the phone, ready to press the shutter—
A dull force landed precisely on his waist!
The shove was fast and hard, not at all like an accidental bump.
“Holy crap!”
By the time Fu Yue reacted, his body had already spun out of control, falling backward.
The world spun before his eyes, and the phone flew out of his hand.
“Ah—!”
Someone in the crowd let out a piercing scream.
The wind whistled in his ears as his body bumped and rolled against the rough cliff walls, pain surging from all directions.
In the corner of his vision, he thought he glimpsed a trace of anxiety for the first time on Jiang Ying’s iceberg-like face.
…
On the cliff, everything had turned into a mess.
“Someone fell! Someone fell down!”
“What happened? Everything was fine a moment ago!”
“Who pushed him? There were too many people, I didn’t see!”
Tourists backed away in fear, their screams and discussions blending into a chaotic noise.
“Hello, emergency center? Someone fell off the cliff at Wuya on Menglan Dao. We need immediate rescue.” A pleasant male voice, like the clinking of crystals, rang out.
His voice was terrifyingly calm.
Ji Hanmo and Shen Junnian arrived almost at the same time, their faces pale with anger.
Especially Shen Junnian—his habitually gloomy eyes were now burning with fury.
The first person to see Jiang Ying was also Shen Junnian.
He lunged forward in a few strides and grabbed Jiang Ying by the collar.
“Did you do it?!” Shen Junnian’s voice was hoarse. “You were the one who wanted to end your own life back then. Does Fu Yue have such a big grudge against you that you had to kill him here!”
The onlookers were startled by the sudden conflict and moved out of the way.
Jiang Ying stumbled from the pull.
His beautiful eyes looked down coldly at Shen Junnian’s hand gripping his collar.
“Let go,” he spat out two cold words.
“I’m asking you a question!” Shen Junnian’s eyes were bloodshot.
Jiang Ying suddenly jerked his arm, breaking free from Shen Junnian’s grip and pushing him back a step.
He straightened his wrinkled collar. “I have no need to explain anything to you.”
Those words were nothing less than adding fuel to the fire.
Ji Hanmo stepped forward, restraining Shen Junnian who was about to charge again. “Jiang Ying, you were the only one closest to him when it happened.”
His deep, bottomless black eyes seemed to be scrutinizing an enemy.
Small Theater:
Fu Yue: Great Author, isn’t the trope of falling off a cliff to find a lucky chance only for xianxia novels? Why… do I have to do it too…
Author: Less talk, get down there.
Author’s Internal OS: You can’t pick up a “lucky chance,” but you can pick up a man, hahahaha.
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