Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 341: Is There a Good Ending?

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Is There a Good Ending?

In recent days, Ye Sihan had been preoccupied with work.

He would return to the Ye Mansion very late, when the children were already asleep.

Ye Sihan would stand by Xibao’s bed for a long, long time.

It was as if he was looking at Xibao, yet it seemed he was looking through Xibao at someone else.

Stepping out of the room, Ye Sihan felt a wave of dizziness, supporting himself on the railing. Was it because he hadn’t recovered from vomiting blood last time?

Why did his chest feel so uncomfortable?

It was as if his heart was going to split apart.

And his head was about to explode.

What was wrong with him?

"Mr. Ye! Are you all right?" Uncle Wen, noticing something was off with Mr. Ye, hurried over to assist him.

Ye Sihan pushed him away, "What could be wrong with me? Where’s Ayu? Find her for me! It’s impossible for me to fall in love with her! I won’t..."

His state was like that of someone who, unable to accept a shock, had their brain choose to numb itself.

Then the pain of losing Tang Yu was slowly transmitted to every nerve, causing a complete breakdown.

He vomited blood again.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, I... I’ll call for someone right now!" Uncle Wen, terrified, hurriedly instructed the maid to make a call.

"She’s dead, she’s dead, she abandoned her child, how could she do this..." Ye Sihan, like a madman, staggered down the stairs.

"Mr. Ye!" Uncle Wen followed closely behind, fearing he would tumble down. "Mr. Ye, where are you going? It’s late, why not just go to sleep?"

However, who could stop Ye Sihan from doing what he wanted?

He got into the Rolls-Royce and left the Ye Mansion.

Uncle Wen was anxiously left behind.

With Mr. Fu having left Kyoto, there was no use in finding anyone else!

He hoped Mr. Ye was just going out for a drink and with so many bodyguards around, he should be fine!

Ye Sihan did not go out to drink, nor did he go to the KING Group. Instead, he went to Zhao Xing’s former villa.

In the dead of night, because it had been uninhabited for a long time, there was always an eerie feeling to it.

Entering the villa without even turning on the lights, he walked the familiar path to Zhao Xing’s room.

Standing in front of that artistic photograph, Ye Sihan fought back the agony, asking, "What does it feel like to love someone, aren’t you the one who knows best? I thought after accepting Ayu’s death, I would gradually calm down, then with the passage of time, I would forget her. But why... why is every nerve in my body starting to lose control? My head is filled with images of her jumping into the sea, my heart feels as though it’s being torn apart by a hand... Why is it like this? It shouldn’t be this way, is this love? Tell me, is it or isn’t it!"

He grabbed the photograph on the wall and smashed it on the ground.

With a crack, the glass shattered, scattering pieces all over the floor.

And also on Zhao Xing’s body, on her face.

Ye Sihan breathes heavily, his eyes reddening, "You wanted to die, why did you have to impact me... are you satisfied now? I’ve fallen in love with Ayu, the daughter of Yu Zhaohui! You didn’t want this, neither did I, but unfortunately, it’s too late..."

That night, Ye Sihan did not leave, collapsing on the bed and sleeping there.

To be precise, he lay there with his eyes open all night.

The gloomy room, the creepy villa, it was like hell.

Ye Sihan was now living in hell itself.

The KING Group during the day, the Ye Mansion at night, Tang Yu’s shadow was everywhere. Only here, there was none.

Accepting Tang Yu’s death was like watching one’s own heart being sliced away, piece by piece.

Blood everywhere.

As dawn broke, Ye Sihan left the villa, the same way he had arrived the day before.

From that day on, Ye Sihan lived in the rental apartment of the neighborhood where Tang Yu had lived before.

He hardly slept, lying on the lounge chair on the balcony, closing his eyes, still as stone.

By evening, Ye Sihan left the residential area alone, and the bodyguards wanted to follow.

"No need to follow."

Ye Sihan walked alone along the road, intending to visit the places Tang Yu usually frequented.

As he walked, he found himself in the middle of the road.

He seemed completely oblivious, dressed in his suit and shoes, his pace neither fast nor slow, but his expression was absent.

The urgent honking of a large vehicle came from behind.

Ye Sihan turned around, the glaring headlights forcing him to close his eyes.

The vehicle didn’t have enough time to brake and crashed straight into him...

"You finally woke up." Meng Jilin stood by the bed, looking at Ye Yuli opening his eyes.

Ye Yuli had no idea how long he had been lying there. After glancing at Meng Jilin, his first question was, "Where is Xiaoyu?"

"You’ve just woken up. Better take care of yourself first," said Meng Jilin.

Ye Yuli tried to sit up but, having lain down for far too long, his body was stiff and he had little strength.

Meng Jilin gave him a hand.

"Have I been in a coma for a long time?"

"Over a month," Meng Jilin said, "I didn’t expect you to be out for so long. Tang Yu was very worried."

"How are she and Ye Sihan?" Ye Yuli asked.

He didn’t care about himself; what he cared most about was the outcome between Tang Yu and Ye Sihan.

The best result would be for them to become complete strangers.

"Not so good," Meng Jilin started, then hesitated.

Ye Yuli, sensing something was wrong, pressed urgently, "Speak!"

"Tang Yu... jumped into the sea, Ye Sihan was in a car accident. It’s a tragedy."

"What did you say?" Ye Yuli jolted violently, his pale, sickly face looking as if he might pass out again in the next second. "How could she possibly jump into the sea!"

He didn’t care about Ye Sihan’s fate; his mind was consumed by the words ’Tang Yu jumped into the sea’.

"Does anyone who offends Ye Sihan have a good ending?" Meng Jilin asked thoughtfully.

Either dead or mad.

Two years later, Kyoto seemed to have changed little, still as prosperous, like a land of gold.

This was the only city where prosperity and power were so intertwined.

And at the apex of the pyramid, with both wealth and power, was still the KING Corporation, and its ruler was Ye Sihan.

At this moment, the most authoritative conference room was hosting a meeting, with a huge conference table filled with people, and at the head sat the imposing, unfathomable Ye Sihan.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored haute couture suit, the noble black color commanded fear, and he, the holder of an immense business empire, exuded overpowering authority.

Only the elite of the elite were qualified to sit at the conference table, enjoying the benefits of power and the future it brought.

The only difference from before was probably the shallow scar above Ye Sihan’s eyebrow.

Sitting beside him and operating the computer, the assistant Xiao Yu looked toward Mr. Ye as he spoke, his voice deep, deterring, with a chill.

Seeing that scar, one couldn’t help but think of two years ago.

Two years prior, Mr. Ye, in a state of despair, had walked onto the main road and faced the oncoming vehicle that couldn’t brake in time but did not move out of the way.

No one knew why he didn’t avoid it—perhaps it was too late or his reflexes were dulled, or maybe he just didn’t want to dodge...

When Mr. Ye was rushed to the emergency room, the entire hospital was frightened. During the resuscitation, it felt as if a sharp knife was hanging over everyone’s necks, one false move and it could be over for all.

As for the media, through Xiao Yu’s methods, not a single detail was leaked.

Mr. Ye’s injuries were severe, so serious that his heart stopped upon entering the emergency room.

The resuscitation process was fraught with peril.