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Chapter 1211 - Chapter 1211 Chapter 1213 Heavens Will (11)

Chapter 1211: Chapter 1213 Heaven’s Will (11) Chapter 1211: Chapter 1213 Heaven’s Will (11) Deservedly so, who asked him to never come home, has he ever cared for his son? To think he even said his son was disobedient because of her upbringing–she felt, however, that Qin Zhiyou was too obedient, which was exactly why he ran away from home that one time. He should have done it sooner, to irritate him to death!

Driving all the way back, as he reached the most dangerous part of the mountain road by the bay, Qin Zhiyou heard from afar the wail of police sirens, the car moving extremely slowly. One lane was closed, and he could vaguely see police officers and ambulances. A driver in another car said, “How tragic, such a tall gorge; a fall would mean certain death, right?”

Following the driver’s voice, he could only see a blaze soaring into the sky below the cliff, the sky overcast, and a thin mist rising above the sea. The wind was strong, strong enough to blow the maple leaves from the sky, resembling droplets of blood. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, coupled with the sirens and the mournful cry of the ambulance, as well as the noise and chatter, merged into his deepest impression of Vancouver in late autumn.

Traffic was jammed for two hours; the car that had fallen off the cliff was beyond retrieval. Finally reaching home, Yang Mogui found the house still a mess–maintaining the chaotic state from their argument the night before.

Qin Weizang and that woman were not there, and since it was the weekend, the butler was off duty too. The two of them waited and waited at home, from dawn till dusk, not for the lawyer, but a call came from the police station instead.

But unlike yesterday, when she was asked to meet Qin Zhiyou, today’s call was to identify a body.

…”I wished to kill your father, but unfortunately, before I could act, he had already driven over the cliff with his car. It doesn’t matter who did it, whether it was divine intervention or he was just too tired from looking for you throughout the night in thick fog and icy roads; it was merely an accident. Either way, he’s dead, and so is that woman and the child she was carrying. Problems all solved. Whether you believe it or not, I’m telling you the truth.”

Twenty years had passed; whatever love or hatred there had been had long since dissipated. Besides, with Qin Weizang’s death, all his assets naturally went to her and her son. Yang Mogui had nothing to complain about.

“Anyway, it’s been twenty years. My only wish now is to see you take over Hanhai. It was rightfully yours; you’re merely reclaiming it. So, whether you still like Lu Weixi or not, you have to divorce her.”

Yang Mogui’s eyes sharpened, “She’s neither wealthy nor influential, only causing unrest at home. She can’t help you with anything, only hold you back. Besides, she doesn’t love you; what’s the point of liking her? Given a chance, she will leave you, if not now, then in the future. Wasn’t your father the perfect example? I started arguing with him, losing my temper in hopes he would spend more time at home. And the result? It only made him despise me more and lose control. She doesn’t love you, and that’s something you can’t change no matter how hard you try. I don’t know why you like her, whether she used to treat you well, or even favored you. But, you’ve been married for five years; it’s time to give up.”

Qin Zhiyou fell silent, touching his lower lip, where that scar lingered, never fully healing over the years–as if representing his feelings for Lu Weixi, which had yet to fade even now.

But perhaps it was time to end it.