C9 Life-suspended Line

"Haha, then I'll thank Miss Meng." But if he doesn't want to, I won't force him, as long as he's fine. " Ken said to Meng Faangyi in relief. Perhaps loving a person meant that they didn't need to be together. It didn't matter as long as they knew that the other party was a good person.

While Meng Faangyi and Ken were talking and laughing, seventeen people wearing the servants' uniform of Peng Village were hiding on a tree to the side, staring at Ken. He had already heard from Peng Yin'er that the plan had failed. Peng Fucheng didn't suspect Ken, so Peng Yin'er had given the order of killing Ken. He slowly took out his pistol and aimed it at Ken who was walking towards him.

Meng Faangyi was still chatting about Yeyan and didn't notice the approaching danger at all. "Bang!" Bang! Before Meng Faangyi could react, Ken was already on the ground, blood flowing out from his wound.

"Ah!" A scream pierced through the quiet courtyard. Someone has infiltrated into the Peng Village, catch him quickly! " With that, Meng Faangyi squatted down to check on Ken's condition.

"Ken, are you okay?" Meng Faangyi covered the wound with both hands, trying to slow the bleeding.

"Miss Meng... This is a gift I bought for Hua Rong. It was given to him on the day of the confession. Now, I'm afraid … If you have to trouble me to pass it on to him. " Ken took out a jewelry box from his pocket and handed it to Meng Faangyi.

"I don't want it! You must hold on if you want to send yourself. You'll be fine, I'll call the doctor right now! " Meng Faangyi tried to get up to go to the doctor, but she was grabbed by Ken.

"Miss Meng, listen to what I have to say. I am afraid … "I'm afraid that if I don't say it now, I won't have another chance in the future …"

"Alright, say it, I'll listen." Meng Faangyi said anxiously, tears streaming down her face.

"I actually know …" Hwa Soong, he... Not like me. Even though he talks and laughs with me every day, his eyes are so clear and pure … It wasn't the look of someone looking at a lover. Even so, as long as I am able to look at him by his side, I... I'm satisfied. I hope he'll always be happy and find someone he likes and grow old. Give him this necklace for me. When he sees it in the future, he might be able to remember me. However, if he were to forget about me, that would be good as well … " It was as if he had used up all his last bit of energy, and with that, he lost all consciousness.

"Ken!" You wait, I'll call a doctor for you. " With that, Meng Faangyi ran back to the independent hospital in Peng Village.

Yeyan was reading a book in the ward. He had been holding himself back and couldn't go anywhere. Yeyan suddenly heard a commotion in the corridor. He was leaning on his walking stick in curiosity as he walked to the door of the ward and saw Meng Faangyi in a daze.

"What happened? What happened to the blood on your body? Yeyan pulled Meng Faangyi and asked nervously.

"I'm fine. "It's Ken. He was shot and now he's in the emergency room." Meng Faangyi came back to her senses and saw Yeyan. She remembered what Ken had told her before and couldn't help crying again.

"What did you say?" Yeyan was a bit confused. The person who was just chatting with him was now lying on the operation table …

Meng Faangyi and Yeyan sat outside the emergency room, waiting for the results of the operation. After a while, Peng Fucheng also heard the news and rushed over to the hospital.

"How is Ken now? What happened? " Peng Fucheng sat beside Meng Faangyi and asked. He could tell that Meng Faangyi was feeling very sad right now.

"The doctor is still saving …" Meng Faangyi then told Peng Fucheng everything that had happened.

After listening to Meng Faangyi's story, Peng Fucheng and Zhuang Song looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes. I just received a fake email about Ken, and he was shot dead today. It would be too much of a coincidence if these two things had nothing to do with each other, and there was no such coincidence in the world.

"It seems like there are people here. They have already made up their minds to get rid of Ken." Zhuang Song said with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Have you caught the person who infiltrated Peng Village?" Peng Fucheng looked at Zhuang Hua coldly and said.

"He's already used up all the power in his Peng Village, it's hard for even that person to fly even if he has wings!"

Peng Fucheng nodded his head. To have one of his subordinates killed in his own territory was an insult to him!

At this moment, the lights in the emergency room dimmed. Seeing the doctor walk out of the emergency room, Yeyan and Meng Faangyi immediately rushed over and asked, "Doctor, how's the patient?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "Sorry, we tried our best …" The bullet just happened to pierce through the heart, and there is no possibility of survival. "

"How could this be …" Meng Faangyi mumbled to herself in disbelief. The people who were walking beside her just now had disappeared just like that. Meng Faangyi suddenly realized how fragile human lives were, and so were her parents.

Peng Fucheng hugged Meng Faangyi gently and put his hand on her back, comforting her again and again.

"President Peng, we've captured that person." One of Peng Fucheng's men came to the hospital and said respectfully to Peng Fucheng.

"Take him to the interrogation room. I want to interrogate him myself."

"I'll go too!" After hearing the news of Ken's death, Yeyan didn't say anything and didn't move. It was as if he was frozen in place. He only turned around and said to Peng Fucheng after hearing that he had captured the intruder.

Thus, they all went to the interrogation room together.

After entering the interrogation room, Meng Faangyi recognized seventeen in a single glance. She didn't understand why seventeen, who had already escaped, still came back and was wearing the clothes of a Peng Village servant.

"You were the one who shot him, Ken?" Zhuang Song looked up and down at seventeen and asked.

"So what if it is me? I've already been captured by you. If you want to kill me, do as you wish." Seventeen knew he was finished the moment he was caught. He was going to die anyway, so he wasn't afraid of anything anymore.

After Yeyan heard what Seventeen said, he used his walking stick to quickly walk in front of Seventeen. He angrily grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Why do you want to kill him? Who told you to say it!"

Seventeen's mouth gaped open, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to go against his conscience and said: "Yes … Meng Faangyi told me to do it. "

"Bullshit!" When Yeyan heard the name that came out of 17's mouth, he directly threw him back onto the chair and threw a punch at 17.

At that moment, Meng Faangyi also looked at Seventeen with a face full of shock. She didn't understand why Seventeen would frame her.

"What I said was true. Meng Faangyi initially sent an email to Peng Fucheng to frame Ken. After finding out that Peng Fucheng didn't believe me at all, he told me to kill him. The purpose is to influence Peng Fucheng's power. " After saying that, Peng Yin'er came up with an excuse for him, but she didn't dare to look in Meng Faangyi's direction.

"You're still talking!" Then, Yeyan beat up seventeen of them again.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting." In the end, Zhuang Song pulled the two of them apart.

"Fucheng, you have to believe me. I have no reason to do this. I have no enmity with Ken." Meng Faangyi looked at Peng Fucheng and explained.

"I believe you." Peng Fucheng said gently.

Meng Faangyi didn't know why, but Peng Fucheng clearly believed what he said, but Meng Faangyi felt flustered.

"Fucheng, I really didn't. I would never frame him, much less kill him." Meng Faangyi gently held Peng Fucheng's hand and said sincerely.

"Hug Meng Faangyi lightly, Peng Fucheng comforted her and held her hand." I know, I said I believe you. "

"What about him?" What are you going to do with it? " Zhuang Song also did not believe that Meng Faangyi would kill Ken, so he ignored XVII's words.

Just as Peng Fucheng was thinking about how to deal with the seventeen year old, one of his subordinates suddenly spoke up: "President Peng, he seems to be someone from Ghost Manor."

"People from the Ghost Manor?! Put him in a dungeon, cut off his arms, and interrogate him later. " After knowing that seventeen was someone from the Ghost Manor, Peng Fucheng suddenly said with a cold gaze.

After giving the order, Peng Fucheng walked out of the interrogation room with Meng Faangyi in his arms without even looking at her once. Meng Faangyi thought it was too cruel to do so. She wanted to plead on behalf of Seventeen, but when she remembered that she had just been framed by him, and now that the pleading looked more like he was in the same group as well, she didn't say anything more.

Yeyan, who returned to the ward, stared dumbly at the apple that Ken had peeled for him before he left. Yeyan, who had returned to the ward, stared dumbly at the apple Ken had peeled for him before he left. "So sweet." Yeyan said this word in a voice that only he could hear.

On the day of Ken's cremation, the sky was overcast and it felt like a downpour could come at any time. Yeyan was leaning on his walking stick as he stood motionlessly in front of Ken's grave.

"Hua Rong." Meng Faangyi walked up to Yeyan and took out the necklace that Ken gave to her. This was given to me by Ken after he was shot. He told me to give it to you. "

Yeyan received the necklace. The necklace's design was simple, but it was very exquisite. It seemed like Ken had picked it out for a long time.

"Did he say anything?" Yeyan said calmly as he put the necklace on his neck and caressed it gently.

"He says he wants you to be happy all the time, to find someone you like and get your hands on. She also said that she hoped that when you saw the necklace, you would be able to think of him, but … " Meng Faangyi wanted to say something, but she hesitated. In fact, she had never really understood the meaning of the last sentence that Ken said before he died.

"But what?" Yeyan turned around and looked at Meng Faangyi in confusion.

"He said... But if you forget about him, that's good too. " Meng Faangyi still spoke the truth.

"Is that so … "I understand." Yeyan nodded.

"Come back with me, it's getting late." Meng Faangyi looked at Yeyan, who was standing in front of the grave, and said with a pained expression.

"You can go back first, I still want to stay here for a while." "Don't worry, my feet are almost recovered. I can go back by myself."

Seeing that Yeyan had no intention to return, Meng Faangyi could only let him go. After all, this place was not far from the Peng Village. Thinking this way, Meng Faangyi followed Peng Fucheng back to the Peng Village.

"That's not bad …" Yeyan chuckled softly. This was actually what that person would say. Meng Faangyi didn't know what Ken was going to say, but Yeyan understood. It was better to forget than to reminisce. Ken's selfishness was obviously because he wanted Yeyan to remember him, and even after he left, they could still remember the time they were together.

However, if one were to reminisce about it, they would remember the fact that he was no longer in this world and would never see him again in this life. This would inevitably cause Yeyan a wave of sadness, because Ken knew Yeyan was a passionate person. From the reaction of Yeyan after he found out about Ken's death, it could be seen that even if Yeyan didn't like Ken, but he remembered the care that Ken had given him during this period of time.

If Yeyan wasn't so happy every time he reminisced, then it would be good to forget him. As long as Yeyan is happy, he can do anything. This feeling might be love.

It started to rain out of nowhere, but Yeyan didn't seem to know. While being drenched, Yeyan suddenly felt the rain had stopped, but he could still hear the sound of the rain. When he came back to his senses, an umbrella had appeared above his head.

"Why aren't you going back after it's rained? The wound on your foot hasn't completely healed and you want to get sick?" A playful voice sounded from the side, Yeyan finally came back to his senses.