While Lin Su was in the hospital, external public opinion continued to ferment. It was not until he was discharged from the hospital that public opinion calmed down a little.
Despite this, on the day Lin Su was discharged from the hospital, a battle between security guards and reporters took place at the entrance of the hospital.
In the end, Lin Su left the hospital through a secret passage without alerting the reporters at the entrance of the hospital.
Lin Su returned to Jiangnan Mansion. When he arrived at the door, he saw Mu Qian sitting at the door.
No wonder she didn't go to the hospital to pick him up. It turned out she was waiting here.
Lin Su couldn't help but curl her lips, got out of the car, and pulled Mu Qian up from the ground, "Why don't you go in?"
"All my things have been taken away," Mu Qian said, "This is no longer where I live, and it's inconvenient to go in like this."
Lin Su couldn't help laughing after hearing this, "When did you become so pretentious?"
Mu Qian glanced at him and said, "When dealing with some men, it's better to be more pretentious."
"Everything I promised you has been arranged," Lin Su said.
As soon as he finished speaking, several large trucks drove over from the direction of the door.
"What is this for?" Mu Qian asked.
Lin Su said: "Didn't you agree to move?"
Mu Qian asked knowingly, and couldn't help but laugh when she heard this answer, and then said: "I didn't ask you to move today. You were just discharged from the hospital today. I know I feel sorry for you."
Lin Su responded and said, "So today's move will be in your charge. You have the final say on what to throw away and what to keep."
Lin Su had been piled up a lot of work after being hospitalized for several days, so as expected, all the moving matters were left to Mu Qian. Mu Qian took drastic measures and only kept some necessities and Lin Su's personal belongings, and left the rest to the moving company.
In this way, it only took half a day to clean up, and Mu Qian knocked on the door of Lin Su's study.
"How is it handled?" Lin Su looked up from the document and asked her.
"Everything that needs to be dealt with has been dealt with." Mu Qian crossed her arms and looked at him, "There are only two rooms left."
It was obvious that these two rooms were the two that he had kept locked. One of them was Jiang Lan's study room before his death, and the other one was one that Mu Qianshang had never entered.
After hearing this, Lin Su was quiet for a moment, nodded slightly, and then stood up, "I have already thought about it."
He walked to the door, took Mu Qian's hand and walked all the way to the door of the two rooms.
The door of Jiang Lan's study room was open, and the furniture inside was still placed safely without any movement.
"Whatever you do with the furniture downstairs, do the same with the furniture inside." Lin Su said.
Then, he pulled Mu Qian to the door of the last room. After Didi entered the password, he opened the door.
Mu Qian stood behind him, looking over his shoulder into the room.
There were many things in the room, including boxes, chairs, countless clothes and daily necessities, and the portrait of Jiang Lan that she had seen in the living room.
Lin Su turned to look at Mu Qian, "Do you want to come in?"
Mu Qian walked slowly in, took a rough look around the room, and then looked at Lin Su, "Are these all your wife's relics?"
"Yes." Lin Su leaned at the door of the room and looked at her, "Have someone come in and sort it into boxes for storage. Tomorrow, I will take it to the cemetery and give her as little as she can burn."
Mu Qian looked at him slightly surprised, "Burn it?"
Lin Su nodded, and then said: "Are you still satisfied with the result?"
Mu Qian stood there quietly without speaking.
She forced him to deal with everything, so he chose to break up with the past and adopted such a decisive method, which shows that he sincerely wanted to start over and live a new life.
Lin Su walked up to her and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"
Mu Qian immediately reached out and hugged him.
Lin Su hugged her waist and laughed softly.
"You don't need to be so thorough." Mu Qian said, "What if you miss her in the future? Leave something behind..."
"No need." Lin Su said after a moment of silence, "There is no point in keeping these things anymore... She will understand."
After a while, Mu Qian nodded slightly, "Yes. Then, can I go with you tomorrow?"
"good."
That night, Lin Su moved to the hotel temporarily. Since he was already at the forefront of the crisis, Mu Qian went back to his cabin to avoid suspicion.
Early the next morning, Lin Su came to pick her up and went to the cemetery where Jiang Lan was buried.
When we arrived, people from the moving company were already moving boxes of Jiang Lan's belongings to the incineration pit.
Lin Su first took Mu Qian to pay homage to Jiang Lan.
Mu Qian bought a bunch of lilies on the way here and placed it in front of Jiang Lan's tombstone.
The woman on the tombstone is gentle and intellectual, with a peaceful smile.
"Mrs. Lin, from today on, I will help you take good care of Lin Su. I won't say much else. I hope you can rest in peace," Mu Qian said.
Lin Su shook her hand and looked at the woman on the tombstone in silence.
When the two returned to the incineration pool, boxes of items waiting to be incinerated were already placed beside them.
A staff member lit the fire, and Lin Su stood aside and watched for a moment before finally picking up the nearest box, taking out a stack of photos from it, and throwing them into the incineration pool one by one.
Mu Qianzhi stood aside knowingly, and at the same time quietly called away the staff standing next to him.
Seeing that the things were almost burned, Mu Qian couldn't stand still and said to Lin Su, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Lin Su nodded, watched her leave, and then threw the last box of things into the fire.
The flames in front of him were getting higher and higher, but Lin Su remained silent and silent.
After a while, he lowered his head and looked at the boxes around him.
Everything was empty. Everything Jiang Lan left in the world disappeared with the flames in front of her eyes.
Lin Su closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and took out a small box from the inner pocket of his suit.
Inside the box are several memory chips.
Lin Su stared at the chip for a long time, and finally made up his mind and threw the box into the fire.
"Ah——" A panicked scream suddenly came from the back corner, and it was Mu Qian's voice.
Lin Su's expression changed, and he turned around and ran quickly towards the direction from which the sound came.
Running around the corner, he saw Mu Qian rolling down the steps and lying on the ground.
There were three or two staff members around who hurriedly ran towards Mu Qian. Lin Su stepped forward immediately and picked up Mu Qian from the ground.
"What happened? Did you fall and hurt somewhere?" Lin Su checked Mu Qian's condition anxiously and found that her elbows and knees had varying degrees of scratches. "Do you still have feeling in your hands and legs?"
Mu Qian moved with difficulty, and then whispered: "It's okay..."
"Is this okay?" Lin Su Weiwei said, "My hands and feet are bruised! How did you fall?"
"I just accidentally stepped on the air..." Mu Qian frowned tightly. After seeing her wound, her eyes widened. "Oh, it won't leave a scar, right? That's so ugly!"
Lin Su almost laughed angrily at her. Seeing those wounds made her feel really sad. He just said, "It's okay. I want scars too."
Mu Qian glared at him, and Lin Su picked her up directly, turned and walked towards the door, "Go to the hospital to treat the wound first."
Passing by the incineration pond, the fire inside is still strong.
Lin Su glanced at the burning fire, and Mu Qian asked: "Have you finished burning all your things?"
"The burning is over." Lin Su said, "Treat your wounds first."
Mu Qian nodded and leaned into his arms with peace of mind.
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When she left the hospital, Mu Qian had four extra pieces of gauze on her hands and legs.
Mu Qian just felt miserable, "This is too ugly, I can't wear skirts and short sleeves!"
Lin Su couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you don't want to leave scars, just be patient for a few days."
She groaned and was unhappy all the way, so Lin Su comforted her and sent her home.
"Should I come over to have dinner with you tonight?" Lin Su said.
Mu Qian lay stiffly on the sofa and curled her lips, "Come on, you have piled up so much official work, and you have wasted most of the day today. Go and do your own thing."
"Call me what you want to eat." Lin Su touched her head, "I'll come over if I have time. If I don't have time, I'll have someone bring it to you."
Mu Qian curled her lips, and Lin Su kissed her on the forehead before leaving.
Not long after Lin Su left, Mu Qian sat up from the sofa, moved her stiff limbs, changed her clothes and left home.
Half an hour later, Mu Qian arrived at Ye Xi's house in the city center.
Opening the door, Yao Qi was sitting in front of two computers and operating nervously, while his wife was next to him, so distressed that he was holding ice cubes to apply on his hands and face.
When she saw Mu Qian, Yao Qi's wife almost burst into tears, "Miss Mu, look at him, he refuses to go to the hospital even after being burned like this..."
Only then did Mu Qian notice some burn marks on Yao Qi's hands and face, especially part of his hair, which looked particularly miserable.
"Is it serious?" Mu Qian asked.
Yao Qi responded hoarsely: "It's okay."
"That's good." Mu Qian responded, and immediately sat in front of the computer, "How about it? Can you extract something?"
"One of them is seriously damaged, but the contents of the remaining three can still be seen." Yao Qi said while playing the contents for Mu Qian to see.
Mu Qian took it and saw a surveillance screen.
The place of surveillance was Jiang Lan's study, and the person in the surveillance screen was naturally Jiang Lan.
Judging from the date on the screen, this was surveillance done in June two years ago, the month when Jiang Lan was murdered.
In the picture, Jiang Lan is immersed in work seriously, with piles of documents at hand. Occasionally she will look at the computer and occasionally make a phone call.
From a surveillance perspective, this camera was installed on the wall of Jiang Lan's study, which was the same installation trace she had found on the painting in the study.
"What other scenes are there?" Mu Qian asked.
"The bedroom and the living room downstairs." Yao Qi said.
"Give me the surveillance camera in the living room downstairs!" Mu Qian's heart suddenly jumped wildly, "Did you see anything?"