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The bookshelf held only a few books, and my eyes caught sight of a treasured edition of "A Lifetime," a classic work by Lin Bo Sang. This edition was released ten years ago and had been hard to come by at the time. It turned out that the driver also liked it.
I took the book out and flipped through it. On the title page, there were faded words: "An, I hope that in the days we no longer spend together, you will still find happiness. I like you, in the prime of my life."
This was a gift never sent, as it bore only a date and no signature. That silent "An" must refer to Xiao Ruoan. Wu Nan’s heartfelt intentions were likely unknown to her.
I snapped a photo of the inscription under the glass cover with my phone. Cheng Luoning patiently waited nearby, without any complaints or questions. I returned the book to the shelf and turned to him, saying, "Let's go, it's time to return the keys."
"Alright, Junqing, I'll take you home."
As we drove halfway to my house, my office assistant called, asking me to hurry back. Cheng Luoning turned the car around, still wearing that gentle smile, reminding me not to overexert myself. I quietly nodded and thought that tomorrow I should check on Xiao Ruoan's current driver who had appeared at the funeral.
Life is unpredictable; I didn’t expect him to come looking for me first, albeit in the guise of a customer.
Back in the Processing Room, I lifted the white sheet covering the body. The deceased had been mangled in a car accident; his organs were crushed and his nose broken, but I could still recognize that once handsome face. He was indeed the driver from the day of the funeral—the so-called Wu Nan, the impersonator.
The family wailed nearby as I looked at the deceased’s information on the body authorization form: Lin Kai, unemployed, had crashed a black Bentley on the highway last night. Aside from its crushed exterior, everything else was intact. They found a will on him; this Lin Kai had committed suicide. The will contained only a brief message: "Brother, I'm sorry."
Lin Kai's mother was an exceptionally refined woman. In the face of such tragedy, she struggled to suppress her overwhelming sorrow. She asked me about the details of what had happened and whether she could see her son one last time in his usual state.
After receiving the signed body authorization form, I asked this elegant lady: "Does Lin Kai have an older brother?" Lady Lin suddenly looked up, her helpless gaze tugging at my heart: "Xiao Kai does have an older brother. When I adopted him from the orphanage, his brother was still there. But at that time, I could only adopt one child, so Xiao Kai had to be separated from his brother. However, after he grew up, he never stopped searching for his older sibling."
So that was it. But why did Lin Kai choose to take his own life at this moment? And why apologize to his brother? Unless he had already discovered who his long-lost sibling from the orphanage was.
"But wasn't Lin Kai always looking for him? Why would he commit suicide?" I asked. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you know if he received any phone calls or anything like that before...?" Lady Lin took a phone out of her pocket and handed it to me. "Xiao Kai didn't take his phone when he left."
I opened the phone to check the contacts and call history. The number that Lin Kai had called the most in the past few days was the same as his speed dial. I saved the number to my own phone and continued to comfort Lady Lin for a few more moments. It was another four hours of continuous work.
As I wheeled Lin Kai's body out of the Processing Room, Lady Lin happened to return to sort through his belongings. Waiting in the hallway was Xiao Ruoan, who had already been reduced to tears. They were undoubtedly lovers.
On Xiao Ruoan's ring finger was a trendy engagement ring, but the cold, stiff body before her shattered that romance into pieces.
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