Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 215 I'm afraid I'll hate you, I want to love you forever.

Before the Maybach even arrived at the funeral home, Zhou Qi called: "Mr. Gu, we're on our way to Miss Jiang's house. Miss Jiang's mother is going to... jump off a building."

Wen Yan was shocked: "Could it be that you know about Uncle's matter?"

Gu Yanci did not answer Wen Yan's guess, and instead had the driver turn around and go to the address Zhou Qibao had given him.

He doesn't think so.

Jiang Xing had a good relationship with his parents, so there was no reason for his mother to commit suicide by jumping off a building after learning of her husband's accidental death.

Jumping off a building is done in full view of the public, accompanied by a clamor of weariness with the world and...a punishment for the living.

The tallest building in the complex is 35 stories high, and the glaring summer sun makes it impossible to see the top of the building when you look up.

The neighbors, who had gathered downstairs to watch the spectacle, were all talking at once, their opinions unclear.

As Wen Yan got out of the car, she saw Jiang Xing rushing upstairs, his tense figure followed closely by Lou Qi.

Wen Yan was wearing high heels today, which made it impossible for her to run fast, so she simply took off her shoes and ran forward.

"Put your shoes on!" Gu Yanci's eyelids twitched at the sight.

Wen Yan seemed not to hear.

Gu Yanci took two quick steps forward with his long legs, caught up with Wen Yan, and with a swift movement of his long arm, lifted her up.

Wen Yan suddenly felt her body lighten and lift into the air. She moved quickly and was soon carried by the tall and long-legged Gu Yanci to the elevator that Zhou Qi had pressed in advance, before being put down.

Wen Yan was a little taken aback and stared blankly at Gu Yanci.

Gu Yanci took the shoes from her hands, squatted down in front of her, placed the shoes beside her feet, held her ankle, and put the shoes on for her.

"Gu Yanci..." Wen Yan was startled, and her fair feet instinctively shrank back.

The man was focused on putting on her shoes, seemingly out of place in the tense atmosphere.

—Being indifferent to everything except Wen Yan is the true nature of Gu Yanci's cold-bloodedness.

Zhou Qi, who was standing next to him, had already pressed the elevator button for the top floor. He kept his eyes down, pretending to be invisible.

The wind on the rooftop was so strong it stung your face.

A slender middle-aged woman stood sideways on the edge of a tall building; one wrong step and she would fall into an endless abyss.

Police and firefighters were on high alert, but their attempts to persuade the officers to stop were unsuccessful.

"Mom, you're all I have left, please don't do this..." Jiang Xing's face was covered in tears, her eyes filled with tension and helplessness.

The middle-aged woman turned her head, her face, which bore a six-tenths resemblance to Jiang Xing's, was calm. Her appearance was much better maintained than that of her peers, showing that life had been kind to her.

However, this beautiful face had lost its vitality, and the eyes that looked back at Jiang Xing were lifeless, filled only with pity, sorrow, and resolute determination.

"Ah Xing, I don't know how to face you..." Jiang's mother slowly began, but seeing the police approaching, she immediately shouted, "Don't come any closer!"

As he spoke, one foot was lifted off the ground and stretched out.

Everyone froze in place, not daring to utter a sound.

"Mom, we can talk things over. Come down here first!" Jiang Xing was completely devoid of her usual composure.

Jiang's mother seemed not to hear Jiang Xing's words, nor did she seem to see Jiang Xing's crying.

She continued, "Your father suffered this undeserved calamity. He loved you the most, and you were probably the person he worried about most before he died... Ah Xing, Mom knows that none of this is your fault, but... but, Mom can't face you anymore!"

"Mom, what happened?"

"Mom doesn't want to hate you, but Mom can't live a conscious life. I'm afraid I'll hate you... I want to love you forever, Ah Xing... Live well. It's Mom's fault for being weak, it's Mom's fault. You must love yourself well—"

Before her words had even faded in the wind, the middle-aged woman suddenly turned around and jumped off!

"mom!"

Jiang Xing's heart-wrenching cries echoed across the sky.