Spreading money feels good for a while, but after all the money is spent, when I walk down from the high platform and no one is fighting for support, I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

He smiled and stood silent for a long time.

Li Miaoxian knew his temper, so she took his hand and shook it slightly, "How is it?"

"This experience is very strange." He replied.

"If the glory of the Zhao family cannot be maintained for a long time, it will be like the experience on this high platform. It will pass away briefly and disappear..."

Zhao Chen tilted his head and glanced at her.

He shook his head calmly.

"You are unfounded to worry. The light of the Zhao family will not be short-lived. Maybe the glory of some families streaks across the sky like shooting stars, but the Zhao family is the eternal morning star, shining in the night sky..."

Li smiled lightly.

She was worried that Zhao Chen had lost his enthusiasm and was content with the status quo, worried that he had no intention of running the family, and worried that he would just fall into the world of flowers.

Bai Wanning's eyes flickered. In the Cambridge auditorium, she looked up at the high platform where she had just stood.

"I want to donate a high platform to Cambridge."

"They won't let me."

"Then I'll buy Cambridge. If I can't buy the school, then I'll bribe the student organizations and get into the school council... It's just a high platform. It shouldn't cost too much... transfer knowledge

It feels good underfoot.”

Li Miaoxian did not respond to her again.

Bai Wanning is the one with the most obvious change in temperament among the three of them.

She began to become free, truly unrestrained, and did whatever she wanted. She had to maintain any novelty she could get her hands on, and spent a lot of money on it.

The impact is also huge.

Today's world-class news was caused by her. The British Museum was stolen.

So far, the stolen cultural relics have not been found.

While the world was shaking, the girl behind the scenes stood quietly in the center of this historic auditorium, meditating quietly.

She was quiet and beautiful, as if she was missing the instant joy of throwing money before. Standing where she was, she gently moved her fingers, playing a silent melody in the air. A few wisps of breeze lifted her hair, and she reached out to touch it.

On the high platform.

Some reluctance and nostalgia.

In her heart, perhaps this beauty turned into greater ambition and aspirations, which were completely contrary to her quiet appearance at this time.

Zhao Chen took a sip of water.

The lawns on the Cambridge campus have become lush. The sight of the green space on the horizon touched the hearts of everyone coming out of the auditorium.

He didn't have time to relax.

Chen Yanlan waved her cell phone and ran towards him.

"What's the matter?" he asked with a smile.

"Wang Ziyan committed suicide by jumping off the building..."

"What?"

"Our bodyguards didn't keep an eye on her. She went out to the mall, then took the elevator inside the mall directly to the high-rise building and jumped from the 19th floor. What happened two hours ago..."

The air became silent.

The eyes of Li Miaoxian and Bai Wanning were dull.

Unable to tolerate their shock for long, they hurriedly turned their attention to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen trembled his fingers twice, grinned a bitter smile, slumped down on the grass and sat down.

"Does Zi Yan have any suicide note?"

"No, but when she died, she had not eaten for three days..."

Zhao Chen unknowingly shed tears down his chin, trembling all over and sobbing violently.

"Gu Changyi is gone, Mitsui Yukiko is gone, and I am gone too. My women are no longer in the country. She can't be found in Jinling. She thinks I don't love her anymore... I forgot about her.

Oh! I forgot about her!"

The young man was living on the ground, roaring and crying feebly.

Everyone felt sad when they heard his cry. They had all seen Wang Ziyan, such a good girl, with almost the perfect image of a female college student.

Her life suddenly shone brightly in this world for an instant, and then disappeared quietly, which made people feel heartbroken for a short time.

Zhao Chen shook his hands. He seemed to have lost something. He failed to grasp it and it slipped away from his fingertips. He felt sad and lost.

Li Miaoxian sat down next to him in silence. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't help but her eyes were red, and she couldn't comfort him.

Only when his life was thrown in front of his eyes did he realize how heavy her feelings were.

"Let's go back to China." He said calmly.

That afternoon, he got on a plane and flew to Jinling alone.

…

The incident happened suddenly. She jumped from the 19th floor and her body was broken.

Her parents didn't want her broken life to stay in this world for a moment longer, so they arranged for Wang Ziyan to be laid to rest at night.

The place where she was buried was just a barren mountain in the suburbs.

Although I have escaped the fate of being cremated in the city, I still have to be alone in the mountains...

When Zhao Chen returned to China, it was already four o'clock at night.

Take a helicopter to the suburbs.

The coffin has been sealed.

He knelt down in front of the coffin, the wooden box was opened again, and Zhao Chen took one last look at her.

At this glance, all Wang Ziyan's voices and smiles reverberated in his mind, and every pure smile she made became an indelible image in his mind. Wang Ziyan was gone...

"My Zi Yan, I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry for you..."

His cry echoed in the wilderness.

Wang Ziyan's parents were so grief-stricken that they lost consciousness. Zhao Chen kowtowed to them. Wang Ziyan's father, a professor at Jinling University, gave him a few slaps in the face with anger.

"brute!"

The coffin was closed again.

He leaned on the coffin and said, "Bury her on the Purple Mountain. It's more lively there and it's closer to me..."

On Purple Mountain, Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and his queen were buried there, as well as the founding father of the country... A place of creation with the best Feng Shui.

Zhao Chen's manor is also there.

Eight in the morning.

Wang Ziyan was buried in a peach blossom forest on the mountainside at the southern foot of Purple Mountain, where peach blossoms bloom every year.

"Build a cemetery."

He weakly spat out four words, and the bodyguards wrote them down and immediately conveyed them to Huachen's infrastructure department.

Dozens of local officials from Jinling City came during the burial.

They saw how King Jinling treated his own women.

The girl named Wang Ziyan has been sleeping in this place ever since.

After the burial.

Zhao Chen left by plane and did not want to stay here for a moment longer.

Jinling University has hung Wang Ziyan's photo in the school history museum. The introduction is that Wang Ziyan is the most outstanding young student who emerged from the first school-enterprise cooperation between Jinling University and Huachen Group.

Wang Ziyan's parents received preferential treatment.

Zhao Chen has already left.

Wang Ziyan is no longer here and cannot accompany him in this world for a long time.

But Wang Ziyan still has that group of sisters.

He couldn't delay, couldn't be careless, couldn't forget something...

Sitting on the plane, he was heartbroken.

…

The weather in London is probably like this all year round, with clouds and drizzle, and it seems that there is always a haze hanging high in the sky.

Sunlight never shines directly into people's hearts.
To be continued...