C6 It has nothing to do with her.

Seven years had passed, but he could still picture the girl from when he sat in his car and drove to country A, standing in front of the massive villa's gate.He observed her, motionless as a statue. Her face was expressionless. Her smile had disappeared, as did her tears. He pulled over and waited for her for a while. Instead of coming running to him and pleading for forgiveness as he had expected, she just stood there and watched him go. He went insane after his father abruptly abandoned him and desired to murder everyone connected to his demise. There was a major conspiracy behind his father's death, not a natural one. Although his father was killed, he and his family were not destroyed. He has used every tactic at his disposal to bring that man and those connected to him to ruin in order to exact revenge on his father, but after doing so, he ceased to be the happy, basketball-loving boy of the past.

" Mom I have never broken my promise. I still swear to you that I will not think about her, but I will always remember my father's passing."

Indeed, he was tired of thinking about her; he was tired of everything. Although he desired to let go of her, how could he forget that his father had passed away on his lap?

Mrs. Qing could still recall how her son had been driven insane by his father's death years earlier, but after her husband's death, she was unable to watch her only child burn in the lake of fire. She wept day and night and was ill for months. The doctor warned Ziyan that her refusal to move on from her past and find happiness would ultimately result in her death. Nothing matters to him more than his mother's well-being—not retaliation nor business. He vowed to his mother before leaving the nation to live a quiet life and forget everything. He never turned around after that day.

Son, she has nothing to do with your father's passing. In any case, you cannot hate a dead man, and she is already dead.

After her son left for country A seven years prior, she returned from the hospital. Despite being on bed rest, she was eager to meet the little girl who had turned their otherwise tranquil life into a terrible nightmare. When she called her manager, she asked him to invite the girl, but she was completely taken aback by the news he gave her. She jumped off the building to end her life, and she was already dead.

"Mom, until I see her dead body, I will never believe she is dead." He spoke in a slightly rapid but non-aggressive tone.

He obviously detested her, so why did calling her dead sound so horrible? Why could not he accept that she had passed away already? He was still trying to figure out this feeling.

To hear his son, Mrs. Qing was taken aback.

Indeed, she also recalled her post-illness visitation trip to a particular nation to see her son. With an aching heart for her son, she knocked on the door of his study. At just nineteen, he ought to have been playing and enjoying his adolescence, but instead he spent these hours poring over the company's files.

"Mum, what brought you here?"

Why don't you give me a call?

Son, I have something to tell you. If you do not want to hear it, I will not force you to, but if you do, you have to swear to me that you will not become depressed."

Moving forward, he took hold of his mother's soldier. "Mum Tell me what is wrong, please, I swear to you."

"All right, I will tell you then."

She stopped for a while, then resumed.

"She killed herself after you left. She is no longer alive."

Who,she? He grimaced.

Anya.

Though his expression remains unchanged, his hand begins to loosen slightly.

Does he truly become a living devil? Does his heart still contain any emotion at all? For her son, Mrs. Qing was concerned.

"Mom, did you witness her corpse firsthand?"

"No, "she gave a slight shake of her head.

Did anyone among our people discover her corpse?

"No, her body had already been laid to rest."

Then, mother, do not worry—she is still alive.

Yes, he continued to search like a madman, never believing that she had died.

Ziyan Qing excused himself from his study by claiming to have a meeting because he could no longer bear his mother's probing gaze. His heart aches as he sits in the car and remembers things that flash by like lightning. His mother was unaware of his feelings at the time when he heard about her passing. He assured her he would maintain control.

"Where are we going, Sir?"

His driver jarred his troubled heart. He did not want to think back on any of it because it was all in the past at this point. "To the company. " He gave him an order in a stern tone.

The Ferrari was traveling down the road in a state of prosperity akin to an airplane. Even though it was not pick-hour, there were still cars visible on the street. However, his car was unaffected by a single vehicle or a traffic light. The man was driving the car to the beat of music while wearing sunglasses. He was using the loudspeakers to play music and sing.

He eventually came to a stop in front of the Qing's entourage. The tallest and most opulent building in the entire M country stood erect like a proud mountain, belonging to Qing Pvt. ltd, the top-listed company.

The man walks inside the structure like he owns it. "Hey, sweetheart, where is your boss?" The girl's gaze would not leave his endearing visage. True, her boss is the most attractive person she has ever seen, but the man in front of her also has a lot of charm.

" He is in his office ."

He strode out of sight before she could say anything else. He was moving so quickly that the guard could not keep up with him, even though she had called security to stop him. People were rushing here and there in the early morning hours. The office was a flurry of activity.

A handsome man was seriously examining the files in the office at 88 flour, while the door to the outside was wide open from outside. However, it seemed as though nothing could divert Ziyan Qing from his task.

"Why don't you let us know when you return to nation M?"

Guards from Qing's group trailed after a tall, attractive man who was walking very elegantly with his hand in his pocket. With a huff, every security guard raced over. He can identify the man without lifting his eye.