This was written in a love letter that Fu Yan Ting had asked Yan Xi to write for him a few days prior.
Seeing this letter, Fu Yan Ting couldn't help but recall the love letters Yan Xi had written to him before.
He asked casually.
Zhang Ma stood frozen, puzzled. Why would Fu Yan Ting belittle himself so much?
Zhang Ma felt that Yan Xi must have hurt her master deeply, causing him to feel a sense of defeat.
She quickly and softly comforted him, "No, Master, how can you say that? You are so outstanding."
He was outstanding.
But Yan Xi didn't love him.
What a ironic joke that was.
"Then tell me, since I'm so outstanding, why doesn't she love me?"
Fu Yan Ting's voice was very soft, as if he were muttering to himself.
The butler was stunned by Fu Yan Ting's words and only then realized that the "she" Fu Yan Ting was referring to was Yan Xi.
"Master, it's because Miss Yan has no eyes to see. Look, Miss Xia has loved you for so many years, hasn't she? She still longs for you."
The butler didn't know how to respond to Fu Yan Ting, so he could only try to comfort him.
Moreover, this wasn't exactly comfort; it was the truth.
That Xia Shi Xue had indeed always loved Fu Yan Ting.
It was just that Xia Shi Xue's love was a bit extreme.
But neither of them was her.
Fu Yan Ting only wanted her love.
Fu Yan Ting laughed out loud, his laughter carrying a hint of desolation.
Forget it.
After all, he had always been alone.
Since Yan Xi wanted to leave, he would fulfill her wish.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting so crestfallen, the butler's heart ached even more.
She suddenly felt that Xin Yi had done the right thing. If they hadn't forced Yan Xi to leave Master, who knew how much more she would have hurt him later.
After Yan Xi left, her mood was dejected. She knew very well in her heart that she and Fu Yan Ting were drifting further and further apart.
Perhaps they should never have been together in the first place.
At the airport, Yan Xi looked at the ticket in her hand, a slight smile on her lips. She threw the ticket into the trash can and bought another one.
Xin Yi's money all came from Fu Yan Ting. Since Yan Xi had decided to cut ties with Fu Yan Ting completely, she didn't want any further entanglement with him. She wasn't short of money; she could afford a plane ticket.
After discarding the ticket, Yan Xi went to buy a ticket for the soonest available flight.
To Yan Xi, as long as she could leave Fu Yan Ting, any place, any city would be acceptable, as long as Fu Yan Ting wasn't there. That was enough for Yan Xi.
After Yan Xi left, Fu Yan Ting's mood became somber. He asked Xin Yi to find out Yan Xi's whereabouts.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting so dejected, Xin Yi couldn't bear it. The Fu Yan Ting he knew shouldn't be troubled by love, especially when that woman treated him so poorly.
She had been plotting against him and hurting him all along. What was so special about such a woman that he was so devoted to her?
For the first time, Xin Yi mustered up the courage to look at Fu Yan Ting and said, "Boss, forget that woman. She doesn't truly love you; she approached you with ulterior motives."
"When did it become your place to make decisions about my affairs?"
Fu Yan Ting glanced indifferently at Xin Yi, his gaze so cold that Xin Yi couldn't help but shiver.
Xin Yi knew how much Fu Yan Ting cared about Yan Xi and felt from the bottom of his heart that it was not worth it for Fu Yan Ting.
Ignoring Fu Yan Ting's anger, Xin Yi spoke again, "Boss, that woman doesn't love you. She's not worth you being so good to her. Forget her. There are plenty of fish in the sea."
"Can you forget Xiao Ya?"
For the first time, Fu Yan Ting didn't lose his temper with Xin Yi. He simply asked softly.
Upon hearing that name, Xin Yi's heart clenched in pain. He could not forget Xiao Ya, and he would never forget her in this lifetime.
Xin Yi clasped his hands behind his back and, upon hearing the name, clenched them tightly into fists.
Fu Yan Ting glanced at Xin Yi and said nothing more.
Suddenly, a news report flashed on the television: a recently departed flight had crashed.
Xin Yi's face changed color upon seeing the flight number.
He dared not seek Fu Yan Ting's forgiveness.
Fu Yan Ting glanced at the news with an expression that suggested the life and death of others had nothing to do with him.
Indeed, to Fu Yan Ting, the lives of others were insignificant, and even his own life was taken lightly.
If he hadn't met Yan Xi, Fu Yan Ting would not have been so cautious and would not have cherished his life so much.
Suddenly, Xin Yi knelt on both knees, begging Fu Yan Ting for forgiveness.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yan Ting asked indifferently, "Xin Yi, what are you doing?"
"Boss, actually, I forced Miss Yan to leave. I also bought Miss Yan a ticket for this flight. You can check if you don't believe me."
As he spoke, Xin Yi tremblingly took out his phone.
Although Xin Yi disliked Yan Xi intensely, believing that she had been plotting against and using Fu Yan Ting all along, Xin Yi had never intended for her to die.
If he had known this flight would have an accident, Xin Yi would never have let Yan Xi board it, no matter what.
As expected, upon hearing Yan Xi's name, Fu Yan Ting finally reacted.
At first, it was disbelief. Only when Xin Yi, trembling, produced his phone and Fu Yan Ting saw the purchase record, did he have to believe the truth.
Fu Yan Ting grabbed Xin Yi by the collar, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent, and demanded, "Why did you do this?"
Facing Fu Yan Ting's aggressive questioning, Xin Yi couldn't utter a single word. If it weren't for Xin Yi, Yan Xi wouldn't have been in trouble.
Xin Yi didn't blame Fu Yan Ting. Even if Fu Yan Ting killed him with his own hands, Xin Yi wouldn't blame him.
"Boss, I'm sorry."
Xin Yi knew that "sorry" was the most useless word in the world, but he didn't know what else he could say to Fu Yan Ting besides "sorry."
Fu Yan Ting slowly released Xin Yi's collar. Time seemed to stand still. After a long pause, Fu Yan Ting finally said, "You can go."
Xin Yi hadn't expected that after following Fu Yan Ting for so many years, and after Fu Yan Ting had saved his life, he would now so casually abandon him for the sake of a Yan Xi.
Despite his unwillingness, Xin Yi knew very well that no matter what he did, he could not gain Fu Yan Ting's forgiveness.
Xin Yi got up and left Fu Yan Ting's villa.
Fu Yan Ting closed his eyes slightly, his hands clenched tightly into fists, then slowly relaxed.
It was as if he wanted to grasp something, but in the end, he couldn't hold onto anything.
Even now, Fu Yan Ting couldn't believe that Yan Xi had actually left him like this.
"Xi Xi, you wanted my fortune, didn't you? You haven't gotten it yet, so how can you leave me?"
Fu Yan Ting murmured softly.