C467 Sad News(2)

Jiajia saw this scene when she went downstairs. Her heart was beating fast. Old Master Chu rarely came to the Chu residence. Could it be that something had happened? She looked at their solemn expressions and vaguely saw a sad atmosphere spreading in the air. Jiajia had a bad premonition.

Seeing Jiajia come down, everyone looked at her at the same time. No one spoke. The air seemed to freeze at this moment. After an unknown period of time, Chu Yingyang was the first to break this strange atmosphere. He said to Jiajia seriously, "Sister-in-law, no matter what I say later, please keep calm."

What exactly happened? Ever since she knew Chu Yingyang, she rarely saw such an expression on his face. Jiajia's heart became more and more perturbed. Then she suddenly thought: Chu Yihan had left for more than three months and had not returned. Could it be that something had happened to him? Her heart sank more and more. She could not help but ask, "Is it Chu Yihan?"

If it was any other time, Chu Yingyang would have slapped her with his palm and said excitedly, Sister-in-law, you're telling the truth! But the current situation was not optimistic. He nodded at Jiajia solemnly, "Yes, sister-in-law, listen to me!" He did not know if Sister-in-law would be able to take it when she finished speaking.

Indeed, something had happened to Chu Yihan. At this moment, her mind was in a mess. She did not know what she felt like. She hurriedly asked, "Ying, quickly tell me, what happened to Yihan?"

"Brother, brother, we successfully killed him in the final siege plan, but unfortunately, he was also seriously injured by the bomb. The people we sent followed along the blood trail to the beach, but they were not found in the sea. Experts speculated that the chances of brother surviving were extremely low. Maybe he's already, already... " Before he could finish, Chu Yingyang's voice had already begun to stutter. He said to her with a face full of pain. He also did not believe that his elder brother had already been killed. Ever since he was a child, in his memory, his big brother was a god-like figure. There was no mission that he couldn't complete. However, finding a person was like finding a needle in a haystack. There was nothing. He did not even find the corpse.

Although Chu Yingyang did not finish his sentence, she understood what he meant. It was highly possible that Chu Yihan wasn't here anymore, and he couldn't even find the corpse. Jiajia only felt that her heart was unusually calm at this moment. If he did not explode in silence, he would die in silence. The current Jiajia was in such a state!

Chu Yingyang's words were like a bomb in the hearts of everyone. Wang Qin lowered her head and did not see the expression on her face. However, there was a sad atmosphere coming from her body. After all, she was still her son. There was no parent who did not love their child when a piece of flesh fell off their body. Old Master Chu, who was sitting next to her, seemed to have spent the whole night. He had aged a lot. Was he sad? Of course he was sad. He was the proudest son in his heart. The successor he had raised with his own hands. That was it. That was it. But men never shed tears easily. His tears could only silently flow from the bottom of his heart.

For a moment, the living room of the Chu family's old residence was filled with sorrow. Even the Chu family's little golden grandson who was in Yeh Rong's arms started to cry at this moment, as if he was infected by the strong atmosphere. Yeh Rong quickly ordered the wet nurse to carry him away.

After a long time, Chu Yingyang took out two steps of information from the bag. He and Jiajia each took one and handed one to Jiajia. He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and gave them to her as well. He said slowly, "This information is for you. Before this bunch of keys left, Big Brother told me. This is the key to your new study. It's in the drawer on the right. There's something he left for you. It's now returned to its original owner. " It turned out that a few days before Big Brother left, he knew that this was a will that had been written long ago. That night, Chu Yihan called Chu Yingyang and told him over the phone. If he didn't come back, he would let ___ handle the funeral for him.

Jiajia looked at him in confusion. What did this mean? Could it be that Chu Yihan had already predicted this?

"Three months ago, big brother gave these to me and told me that if he doesn't come back smoothly after three months, he would ask me to give these to you." Chu Yingyang said in grief.

Hearing this, she had a faint guess about what was in the bag. But she was not very sure. There was also this string of keys. She had a feeling that it was definitely not something good. Jiajia held back her tears and slightly bent down towards the few people in front of her. Then she turned around and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor, although she did not have any emotions on her face. But her trembling body released her current mood. Every step, two steps, three steps seemed to have used up all of her strength.

Yeh Rong who sat in the living room looked worriedly at Jiajia's back which pretended to be calm. That back carried endless pain. She looked anxiously at the man beside her who also had a face full of pain and said, "Jiajia, she should be fine, right?" She wanted to step forward to comfort her but she did not know what to say. Perhaps at this moment, she needed to calm down more. Then she gently patted Chu Yingyang's shoulder. She wanted to give him the most silent comfort.

"I don't know. I hope sister-in-law can survive. I will contact her again. Let's see if there's any latest news. " Chu Yingyang, who had regained his senses, was very determined in his heart. He would never let go of any hope. His big brother was the person he admired the most in his life. How could he be gone so easily? He didn't believe it unless he saw his corpse with his own eyes.

Jiajia closed herself in the bedroom and sat motionlessly on the edge of the bed. Only the dim light revealed a face full of tears. She held the photo frame tightly in her hand and tears blurred her eyes. Drops fell on the photo and dyed it.