Ye Fengxing took Tang Xiaomin from Yan Jue's hands.
He hadn't expected Yan Jue to spare him because of Tang Xiaomin.
The situation had taken a sudden turn, and he had gained everything effortlessly.
"I will take good care of her. You can rest in peace now."
Ye Fengxing's face was pale from blood loss, but his smile was triumphant.
All grievances and entanglements would turn to ash with Yan Jue.
Activating flight mode.
Holding Tang Xiaomin, he turned into a streak of light, far from the ruins.
The long-brewed lightning tribulation finally descended.
A colossal pillar of lightning appeared, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire demon city.
Yan Jue looked up, unyielding. His arrogant eyes, devoid of focus, ignited an indomitable fighting spirit.
Faced with the oppressive power of the mighty lightning tribulation, his figure was as insignificant as an ant, yet stubborn.
"It's finally here."
Yan Jue's figure suddenly vanished.
Above the ruins, a colossal red skull phantom materialized, its face ferocious, and without hesitation, it fiercely collided with the massive pillar of lightning.
Rumble!!!
An earth-shattering roar shook the ground.
After the immense impact, the colossal lightning pillar disappeared, and so did the red skull phantom.
Concurrently, the harsh weather in the suburbs suddenly cleared. The evening sunset cast its glow upon the land, painting a scene of peaceful tranquility.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Only scattered specks of red light permeated the air, like a crimson snowfall that lingered for a long time.
On the outskirts.
When Tang Ye arrived, he saw Tang Xiaomin lying on the ground, unconscious. Beside her was Ye Fengxing, clad in a battle suit, pale and bloodless, also having fainted. His condition was dire.
Tang Ye was shocked. Without time to ponder, he picked up Tang Xiaomin and put her in the car.
As for Ye Fengxing, he was not acquainted with him. Out of humanitarian concern, he called for an ambulance and then left.
Fearing any complications, Tang Ye still took Tang Xiaomin to the hospital for a check-up.
One day later, Tang Xiaomin slowly opened her eyes in her hospital bed.
"Where am I?"
Her first sensation was a sharp pain in her back and head.
Seeing that she was in a hospital, she excitedly sat up, intending to get out of bed.
"Xiaomin, don't move around. Wait for the doctor to examine you."
Zhang Meiyu's eyes immediately welled up, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Tang Ye, hurry and call the doctor."
Tang Xiaomin pushed Zhang Meiyu away.
"Get out of my way. I can't stay here. I need to find Yan Jue. I don't know how he's doing right now."
Zhang Meiyu held Tang Xiaomin back with all her might.
"Xiaomin, don't go."
At the same time, Zhong Li and Lu Xing also entered the ward, their faces grim.
Seeing their expressions, Tang Xiaomin had a bad premonition.
Lu Xing respectfully placed a stack of documents in front of Tang Xiaomin.
"Miss Tang, these are Mr. Yan's assets: sixty percent of Xianfu Group's shares, as well as properties and luxury cars under his name."
"As per Mr. Yan's instructions, everything is to be inherited by you. Please review them."
Tang Xiaomin was stunned, disbelieving.
"What do you mean? What is all this property for?"
The reality was cruel, but it had to be accepted.
Lu Xing, trembling, conveyed the truth to Tang Xiaomin.
"Miss Tang, Mr. Yan arranged this a long time ago. He... he couldn't hold on."
Boom!
Tang Xiaomin's mind went blank, and she forgot to breathe.
It wasn't until a piercing pain in her chest and Zhang Meiyu's tearful cries brought her back to her senses.
"Xiaomin, what's wrong? Don't scare me."
"Mom has already lost you once. You can't fall ill again."
"Miss Tang, Mr. Yan's passing is indeed heartbreaking. Please accept my condolences. If he knew you were this heartbroken, he would surely be in pain."
"Miss Tang, please take good care of yourself and pull yourself together."
...
Tang Xiaomin couldn't hear anything anyone said.
"Everyone, please leave. I want to be alone."
"Xiaomin, you can't be like this. Mom is really worried about you being alone."
Tang Xiaomin didn't speak, nor did she have the strength to repeat herself.
She lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes, and tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
Everyone else left.
Afraid she would grieve too much or suffer an accident, only Zhang Meiyu stayed to accompany her.
Three days later.
Tang Xiaomin set foot in the suburbs again.
The forest castle that Yan Jue had built for her had undergone a drastic transformation. A volcano now stood there.
A research team had set up a cordon, and scientists were investigating, sampling, researching, and analyzing the volcano.
A man in uniform, with a stern expression, stopped Tang Xiaomin.
"This area is dangerous. No entry is allowed. Please leave."
"This place belongs to me," Tang Xiaomin said calmly.
"What did you say? Belongs to you? Don't joke. This is such a large piece of land, how could it possibly be yours? You're quite pretty, are you mentally unwell?"
The staff member's mockery was quickly silenced by Lu Xing.
He produced a land ownership certificate and grabbed the security guard's head, forcing him to look closely.
"Open your dog eyes and look clearly. This was a private forest before. Even though it has changed, it still belongs to a private owner. We have the right to tell you to get out of this place."
"He's hitting me! He's hitting me!"
The security guard's call immediately drew the attention of those around.
Soon, a man who appeared to be a leader arrived.
After reviewing Lu Xing's documents, his attitude became very polite.
"Miss Tang, hello. I am a geologist, commissioned by the X Bureau to conduct an investigation of this volcano. We would appreciate your cooperation."
Tang Xiaomin ignored the geologist and, with a cold indifference, walked through the cordon to the so-called crater.
On the ruins, a massive abyss had appeared. Even with the naked eye, one could see molten magma churning at the bottom of the pit.
The immense destructive power that caused this was a testament to the terrifying, cataclysmic blow Yan Jue had endured.
Witnessing the scene firsthand, Tang Xiaomin's heart ached uncontrollably, and she finally gave up all hope.
Lu Xing handed Tang Xiaomin a bouquet of flowers.
"Miss Tang, these are the flowers you personally selected, trimmed, and arranged. Mr. Yan would have been very happy to receive them."
Silently accepting the large bouquet of nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, their faint fragrance mixed with the acrid smell of magma, permeating the air.
"He was always the one doing all these romantic gestures. If only I had put more thought into him sooner, I wouldn't have so many regrets now."
"He's not even a ghost now, turned to dust. No matter how much affection I have, he can't receive it."
At this moment, she remembered a quote from Stephen Chow.
"Once, a sincere love was placed before me, but I did not cherish it. It was only after losing it that I regretted it deeply.
There is no greater pain in this world than this.
If heaven could give me another chance, I would say three words to him:
I love you.
If I had to add a time limit, I would hope it to be... ten... thousand... years..."