My Ex-Boyfriend's Name Was in the Chairman's Will - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ten minutes later, I cornered Luo Yuncheng in the fire escape on the thirty-eighth floor.

Once the door closed, it was just him and me in the stairwell.

“You’d better give me an explanation.” I stared at him, the veins on the back of my hand bulging with tension. “Why are you mentioned in Fu Mingzhang’s will?”

Luo Yuncheng stood by the window, in no hurry to answer. He seemed colder and sharper than he had been eight years ago.

“I accepted a private commission from Fu Mingzhang,” he said.

“When?”

“Three years ago.”

“Three years ago?” I let out a sharp laugh. “So you returned to the country three years ago and didn’t say a single word to me?”

He remained silent.

I hated it most when he was like this. In the past, whenever we argued and I pressed him on the core issue, he would fall silent, as if every mistake could be smoothed over by silence.

“Luo Yuncheng, do you think I’m particularly easy to fool?” I took a step forward. “Back then, you dismissed me with a single text message. Now you come back with Fu Mingzhang’s will, expecting me to work with you to execute the North River Phase 3 trust. You know perfectly well that case is connected to my father.”

“I know.”

“You know?” I was almost laughed out of anger by those two words. “You knew, and yet you still dared to show up?”

“Because this time, I can’t back down anymore.”

He said it so softly that it actually made me pause.

I wanted to say more, but the stairwell door was pushed open. Shen Kening poked her head in. “Director Song, the media has caught wind of something. Someone leaked information that Director Fu’s will designated you and an outside lawyer to jointly investigate an old case. The Board of Directors is in an uproar.”

I closed my eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Shen Kening glanced at Luo Yuncheng and tactfully withdrew.

After the door closed again, Luo Yuncheng pulled a sheet of paper from a folder and handed it to me.

“This is the basic information for the North River Phase 3 settlement trust. The compensation from twenty years ago was never fully executed. The victim list, compensation amounts, and liability assessments were all manually altered. Fu Mingzhang spent the last few years of his life trying to restore the files, but he wasn’t entirely innocent.”

I stared at the photocopies. On them were the names of the families of the workers killed or injured back then, the recalculated compensation gaps, and a note circled in red ink.

*Song Zhiyuan’s death records-pending completion.*

My throat felt dry. “What did you find?”

Luo Yuncheng looked at me, his voice low and level. “I found out that your father didn’t commit suicide.”

Those words felt like someone had grabbed my heart and given it a violent twist. I stared at him for a long time, suddenly feeling like eight years of hatred no longer had a leg to stand on.

“Where’s the evidence?” I asked.

“Incomplete,” he said. “That’s why we need to investigate together.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

I sneered. “What makes you think I’ll ever trust you again?”

Luo Yuncheng lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, “Song Yucheng, have you stayed at Haisheng all these years really just for your career?”

I didn’t speak.

Because we both knew that wasn’t it.

He voiced the answer for me.

“You stayed for your father.”

I stared at him, returning each word with deliberate weight. “Yes. So don’t expect me to forgive you just because you said you ‘can’t back down anymore.’ I’ll investigate the case, but not for you.”

“I know.” Luo Yuncheng withdrew his hand, a hint of exhaustion finally creeping into his voice. “And I’m not doing this so you’ll forgive me.”