Outside the door, Zhan Qing was still wearing the clothes from the party.
The cold was heavy in the late autumn night in Beijing, and his clothes couldn't possibly keep out the chill.
But Fu Rongyin showed no intention of letting him in, "It's so late, what do you want?"
"I want to see Chi Yue."
Fu Rongyin glanced at him, "Seeing my wife at this hour, do you have a screw loose?"
Fu Rongyin knew very well what he meant, yet he deliberately avoided answering properly.
Normally, Zhan Qing would have lost his temper, but today he just stood there, like a pitiful person waiting for charity.
"Where exactly is Lin Wanyun? You all say she's dead, she was fine, how could she just die suddenly?"
"She was only 'fine' in your eyes." Chi Yue, having come out at some point, stood beside Fu Rongyin, "She passed away from a malignant brain tumor, post-surgery recurrence and infection."
