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"In six months, I'll be holding a show at the Red Hall. I sincerely invite you to come and watch it in person."

"Sure thing." Chu Yuening accepted the ticket. "I'll definitely be there."

Yin Yao reached out for an embrace with Chu Yuening. "Thank you."

"Thank you for giving me the chance to stand up again."

The Yins left.

Previously, Yin Yao would have been left crippled for life, unaware of the truth, living in ignorance until she perished in a tragic fire.

But now,

her fate had changed. She would become the most renowned Chinese dancer on the international stage, her enchanting dance moves gracing screens worldwide.

Zhang Jiande appeared by the stall, holding a cigarette and sighing with emotion, "Another good deed done."

Chu Yuening turned back with a smile. "Brother De, isn't the tea restaurant too busy for you to take a leisurely stroll?"

Brother De held his pipe and chuckled, shaking his head. "They need to take a break too, or else they'll be gossiping about me all day long. If they keep going, even the ancestors' graves will start smoking."

Chu Yuening admired Brother De's broad-mindedness. "You're not angry, Brother De? After all, you're the one providing for them, yet they still talk behind your back?"

Brother De laughed heartily. "What's there to be angry about? Deep down, they're all good people. When business gets busy, I can't help but get stern. Let them vent a bit; it's just emotional release for them."

"But speaking of business, did A Hua call you?"

Chu Yuening nodded, recalling that Lin Jiahua had called her the previous week. "He's gradually taking over the business with Mr. Chen. He's worried about making mistakes when reviewing contracts, so he's quite tense."

"Ah Hua is like that," Brother De said, still pleased for him. "It's good for him to slowly immerse himself in the business world. There's still much he needs to learn. Business is like a battlefield, after all."

Shanpo suddenly popped up, hunching over to comb her hair with a peach wood brush. "So next time we meet, do we have to call him President Lin?"

Brother De teased, "President Lin will be an inevitable title now." He continued, "Next time when President Lin returns to Hong Kong, we should let him treat us to a fancy banquet at the most impressive restaurant."

"Yes," Chu Yuening smiled.

"Oh dear!"

Shanpo held a peach wood comb, tapping her head lightly as she emerged from behind with a newspaper in hand, "Almost forgot to share the gossip with you."

"What gossip?" Chu Yuening approached, curiosity piqued.

Shanpo unfolded the newspaper, revealing a shocking headline in bold, crimson letters.

"It's about the wife of the Secretary for Home Affairs, Mrs. Mu. She was gruesomely found dead on the street early yesterday morning."

Yuening took the paper to examine it closely. The front page screamed with gory headlines:

Another Mu Family Tragedy: Yu Xinci Found Naked, limbs severed, and branded 'B*tch' with spray paint on her back. What deep-seated hatred does the killer bear towards the Mus?

The Mus, another life lost.

Chapter 74

As soon as the news broke out.

A throng of media journalists had gathered outside the Kowloon Police Station.

Flashbulbs flickered incessantly.

Mu Kuan, surrounded by a multitude of bodyguards who helped push through the crowd, wore a grim expression as they made their way into the station. A microphone pierced through the dense barrier of people.

"Mister Mu!"

"Mister Mu!" The reporters hurriedly followed, stepping up the stairs alongside him.

"Was your son and wife killed because the Mu family has offended someone?"

"Do you have any words to share regarding the consecutive loss of your loved ones?"

"Mister Mu, please tell us, what exactly did the Mu family do to incur such a fatal catastrophe upon your wife?"

Mu Kuan abruptly halted his steps, his sharp gaze fixated on the inquiring journalist. "Very well, I'll answer your question. The Mu family has always conducted ourselves with integrity, never committing any heinous acts. Direct your questions to the one who murdered my wife!

"He is the one who truly deserves to stand here and face the scrutiny of the public!"

The journalist pressed on with the microphone in hand.

"And your son? There are rumors that he's not your biological child. Could it be that you were enraged by your wife's actions, raising someone else's child for decades, and thus resorted to hiring a killer out of anger?"

After asking, they offered the microphone again.

"Ridiculous nonsense! Absolutely absurd!" Mu Kuan waved his hand dismissively.

The journalist shrieked as the microphone tumbled to the ground.

As Mu Kuan entered the police station, the media swarmed, but were held back by the police.

With hurried steps, he made his way towards the morgue. At the door, he glanced at Zhou Fengxu, who was removing his gloves, before allowing the expression of disbelief to surface: "Truly... Vivian?"

How laughable.

Mu Kuan had actually learned of his wife's death from the news.

Zhou Fengxu observed Mu Kuan, whose hair had turned white overnight, appearing much older, and said, "I believe no one knows Madam Mu better than you. The body still needs to be personally identified by the family."

It was just a short distance, but Mu Kuan suddenly lost the courage to step forward.

The mortuary staff lifted the white sheet. The woman on the metal table was limbless, her face covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

Mu Kuan quickly averted his gaze and covered his face, his expression pained after only a single glance.

In that moment of seeing the corpse, Mu Kuan was certain that it was Yu Xinzi, his wife, who had passed away.

He trembled as he reached out to grab her hand, finding no place to rest his grip on her empty limbs.

"Vivian, Vivian!

"We've only been apart for a few days, how... how could you have fallen victim to such harm?"

Despite all the hatred and resentment Mu Kuan harbored towards Mu Xingwang, upon seeing Yu Xinzi's body, he chose to forgive.

A colleague supported the emotionally devastated Mu Kuan into the office.

"Mr. Mu, try to calm down first," Shi Boren said, offering him a glass of water.

Zhou Fengxu tapped on the whiteboard with a marker, "Both Mrs. Mu and Mu Xingwang were killed by the same murder weapon."