C5 He hates her

He approached the gravestone, bent over, and cleaned the girl's picture, but no matter how many times he cleaned it, the image remained the same. 'How is that even possible? How on earth could she pass away? How could it be her picture on the tombstone?' He came here for her. Her death seven years ago was stated quite clearly in the writing.

If she was dead, how did he get a recent photo of her with her husband and child? 'No, it cannot be true; it has to be a fake'. He did not think it was possible because he knew the man in the photo had passed away seven years prior, but how could it be her as well? He was in shock that all of his hard work over the course of seven years of searching for her across the globe had come to this. "How could a fifteen-year-old girl die so suddenly? What did the tombstone mean, if she is still alive?" He pondered what might have transpired when he departed the nation seven years prior. If he spends even a minute here, he would lose his mind. As soon as possible, he needed to learn the truth about it. 'If she died her decomposing body must be in the casket'. With the thought he gazed at the picture.The image of the girl on the tombstone remained fixed in his icy gaze as he reached for his cell phone and called Max.

In his office, Max was occupied with his computer. It was his first day on the job at Qing's group main office, along with his boss. Additionally, it had been a long time since they had dealt with his company's primary market, which was located in his hometown. He had to get ready for his boss, and following the guidelines prohibited making any mistakes.

While he was focused on his computer, his phone rang multiple times. The number startled him as he quickly glanced at his phone. His boss called him this early in the morning; 'why? Has he erred in any way, or did his supervisor inquire about the girl?Had he called him in a dream to inquire about her whereabouts at that precise moment? In a day, how was he going to find her?' He was too anxious to answer his phone. The phone continued to ring, but his thoughts refused to stop. He pressed the response button.

"Yes, boss, good morning, boss. You mean you wanted the grave to be dug out this early in the morning? Are you truly going to condemn people to eternal punishment, boss? Boss, why don't we wait for his reincarnation since that person is already dead and will not experience punishment?"

"Yes, boss, okay boss."

Scolding had swollen his face. His despotic employer has become extremely hateful once more, and he wanted to dig a grave in order to exact revenge on the deceased. He would now have to work with his boss in a mental asylum if this keeps up.

Ziyan Qing, who was on the other end of the call, was astounded to learn that Max, his smartest assistant, occasionally spoke so foolishly. Did he truly believe that he wanted to punish someone after they had passed away? Was he truly that crazy for those around him?

Max and the others arrived. "They are here, boss."

He followed instructions to the letter. However, he was so shocked that he could barely speak when he finally looked up and saw the grave. 'Was this the same girl that his boss had spent seven years frantically looking for? In actuality, she was lying beneath the grave's earth'. He could not believe what he had seen when he looked at his face and the tombstone once more. 'Since the image of the grave was the same as the one he had seen earlier, why was his cold boss still behaving so composedly as though the image belonged to someone else?' Surprised, he questioned, "Boss, is that true?"

"No " Deep and serene was the man's voice. Max noticed forensics personnel arriving before he could ask any more questions, and he now realized why his boss desired Digg to be exhumed.

Doing a DNA test was Ziyan's goal. He gave a long hair strand from his wallet to the forensic experts. "Try comparing it to her."

Max was astounded, as was everyone else, to witness the distant and icy man remove a hair from his wallet. Was it true hate or something else that had kept that one hair with him for seven years, like a priceless gem? His serene expression betrays more than one could ever suspect.

He still recalled the day, many years ago, when he hit a girl with his basketball under the tree while she was reading a book in silence. Terrified, she dropped her book and picked up the ball, her gaze darting around to see who had hit her. "I apologize for accidentally hitting you with my ball," Ziyan said. She reached out to give him the ball, but unintentionally, he pulled her hair. She did not cry out like a girl in his school, but instead, a drop of water fell from her breathtakingly gorgeous hazel-gray eyes.

His assistant Max pulled him back into the present.

"Are you alright, boss?"

The man rubbed his left chest with his right hand. Why does one drop of her tear still cause him so much heartache? His face grew gloomy, his hand from holding his chest balled into a fist, and he turned to face the tombstone once more before leaving the area after saying just one sentence.

"I need answers within a day."

You cannot be serious; it takes more than 24 hours. max bewildered.

Ziyan Qing was talking on the phone the following morning, but his gaze was glued to the villa outside.

"You mentioned that you had information about her, didn't you? What is the issue right now?"

"I will provide you with satisfactory answers, Mr. Qing; just give me a little more time."

"Hmm! Twenty-four hours is all you have. You will not reside in M country if I do not hear back."

He had been searching for her in every way he could for many years. However, every time he got close to the clue, he lost it. The belief that she must had passed away many years ago was something that he had never accepted and will not until he physically witnesses her corpse.

Not out of love or concern for her, but rather out of a deep hatred that would not let him live in peace until he exacted his revenge, which was why he spent years looking for her.

"You must be leading a contented and serene life, huh? You may be happy with your spouse and children, but I will take that away from you very soon. I am going to ruin everything and everyone you care about. You will soon regret living. "That is Ziyan Qing's promise."

For an extended period, he did not blink as his attention remained focused on the villa outside.

He returned to country M because of her, even though he had no desire to do so in the first place.

"You told me, Ziyan, that you would not think about her ever again. You will let go of everything. "How could you forget your promise?" Mrs. Qing was concerned about her son. Haters would drive him insane if he was unable to move on.

"Promise!!" In his heart, he silently repeated the word.

Yes, he once promised his mother.