Chapter 3: Why Is Her Shadow Everywhere?

When they returned to the Nanan Villa, Yi Han didn’t dare mention anything about Li Mo.

Through the mirror, he could see the dazed expression on Lu Cichuan’s face. What was he thinking? Was he mourning his wife’s death, or regretting that he wasn’t the one who tormented her to death?

Back at the villa, Lu Cichuan was unusually quiet. He saw Aunt Chen wiping her tears and felt the coldness of the house. Just three years ago, this place had been full of sunlight and laughter. When did it turn into a living hell?

Silently, he headed to the bedroom, and no one dared disturb him.

“Did… the madam’s burial go smoothly?” Aunt Chen asked, her voice choking with sobs. She couldn’t stop crying. Madam had always treated her so well, like a daughter…

“Miss Sang has taken care of everything,” Yi Han replied, not daring to meet Aunt Chen’s eyes, afraid that seeing her would bring him to tears as well.

“That’s good… that’s good…” Aunt Chen muttered, sitting down on the sofa, continuing to wipe away her tears.

Lu Cichuan walked over to a small liquor cabinet in the bedroom and pulled out a few bottles of strong whiskey.

That cabinet had been arranged by Li Mo. She once said, “A little drink before doing things adds extra charm!”

After downing several bottles, he was drunk… and in his haze, he thought he saw Li Mo. She was dressed in a pure white gown, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. Her skin was pale and glowing, and there was a light in her eyes. When she looked at Lu Cichuan and smiled gently, it made his heart race. “Who are you?” she asked in a soft, sweet voice that mesmerized him.

“Li Mo…” he whispered, trying to reach out and hold her, but she drifted farther and farther away, becoming more and more blurry. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t catch up…

“Li Mo!” Lu Cichuan jolted awake, drenched in sweat. He shook his head, realizing it had all been a dream.

He sat in bed for a moment before heading to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

As the water cascaded over him, his mind cleared a bit. Thinking of his sister, still lying in bed in a vegetative state, filled him with rage. He wished he could have strangled Li Mo to death himself, piece by piece!

After freshening up and adjusting his collar, Lu Cichuan put on a sharp suit. While selecting a tie, he spotted a red one—it was a gift from Li Mo.

“My Love! Happy birthday! I made this tie myself, the color suits you,” she had said, her smile radiant. Back then, she really was like a little sun. As she helped him put on the tie, the corners of her lips were always turned upward, her eyes filled with happiness.

“There, Cichuan looks so handsome!”

“And my Li Mo isn’t just beautiful, her hands are incredibly skilled too,” Lu Cichuan had said, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and planting a light kiss on her forehead.

“Heh…” He picked up the glaring red tie and tossed it into the trash.

When Lu Cichuan walked downstairs, he saw Aunt Chen carrying a bowl of hangover soup.

“Last night, Yi Han came by with some documents for you to sign and saw you were drunk. I figured you’d feel awful today, so I made you some soup…” she said.

“Thank you, Aunt Chen. You’re too kind.”

He took a sip and instantly knew it was the recipe Li Mo had taught her, but somehow, it just wasn’t quite the same.

Why was her shadow everywhere?

In the car…

Yi Han glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror, wanting to say something. He had reviewed the surveillance footage of Li Mo’s suicide and had investigated the events leading up to her death…

“If you have something to say, just say it. No need to keep staring at me,” Lu Cichuan said casually, lighting a cigarette and speaking slowly.

“Mr. Lu, before madam’s death, someone…”

Before Yi Han could finish, Lu Cichuan’s phone rang. He raised a hand, signaling for Yi Han to pause.

“Brother Cichuan, what time are you coming back tonight?” A sweet, delicate voice echoed from the phone, grating on Yi Han’s ears.

He truly felt sorry for Madam. She had been the kindest, most gentle woman he had ever known…