After placing Fang Miaomiao and the other person at the designated spot, Wen Zhiyan had Da Chen drive the car back to Imperial Garden No. 2.
At this moment, there was no one left at Imperial Garden No. 2.
The vast manor felt incredibly empty.
Wen Zhiyan pondered for a moment before dialing a number.
"Wen Zhiyan, are you sick?"
"Your father."
"I don't have that father," Fang Zhihuan impatiently interrupted Wen Zhiyan. "If you had any shame, you wouldn't have called me."
Wen Zhiyan remained silent.
"What, not talking anymore?"
"I'm sorry."
"Damn it, does saying sorry bring my brother back? Our Fang family never wanted to be involved in your and your father's war, but you insisted on dragging my brother into it." Fang Zhihuan sneered. "And that brainless fool, go ahead, all of you, get involved. They're all dead now, happy now."
"Wen Zhiyan, I know this has nothing to do with you. You're also a victim, but precisely because you're a victim, I'm asking you this: don't come looking for me anymore. He's dead, it has nothing to do with me. The funeral is yours to arrange."
Wen Zhiyan listened to the sound of things being thrown on the other end of the line, followed by Fang Zhihuan saying, "Oh, right. I just remembered, please don't bury the old man next to my brother. I'm afraid he won't have the face to see his son down there."
"Fang Zhihuan, your brother died chasing a criminal."
"Bullshit! That criminal, that criminal was from your family too. A bunch of dirty scum. If it weren't for your Wen family, my brother wouldn't have died, and my family wouldn't be shattered."
"I understand."
Wen Zhiyan hung up the phone, pushed the wheelchair into the living room, and went directly to the third floor.
The bedroom.
The old man also lay peacefully on the floor, his head a little lower than Uncle Fang's position.
Wen Zhiyan unconsciously fumbled in his pocket, only remembering after a long while that he had quit smoking after discovering Miaomiao disliked the smell.
He took out his last candy.
Tore it open.
And put it in his mouth.
It was sweet, but it couldn't get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.
"Uncle Fang, I'm sorry, I didn't bring Zhihuan back. Sometimes I don't understand you. Why did you bear so much grievance? Why didn't you tell the truth to Fang Zhihuan?"
At least, so he wouldn't resent you.
Wen Zhiyan didn't know how long he had been in the bedroom until his phone rang.
"Master Wen, why aren't you here for practice today? You're usually more enthusiastic than anyone else."
Wen Zhiyan's voice was a little hoarse, "Do you know anyone at the crematorium?"
"Crematorium?" Yuan Chao was taken aback. "Master Wen, don't do this. I promised your legs would definitely stand again. Don't rush, don't think about ending your life just because you can't stand now."
"Yuan Chao."
"Did… did I say something wrong?"
"Please arrange for a few crematorium employees to come to Imperial Garden No. 2 to pick up a body."
"Did you commit a crime?"
"Yuan Chao, your imagination is so wild, it's a shame you're only a doctor."
"Cough, cough, just kidding, just kidding. I'll go contact them right away, but you're taking him directly to the crematorium?"
For people like them, the wealthy, wouldn't they usually display the body for people to pay their respects after death? Why was it the opposite for Wen Zhiyan?
"The deceased's last wish."
"Okay, I understand. I'll send people over right away."
The crematorium vehicle arrived quickly.
Wen Renhe's call came just as fast.
Wen Zhiyan rubbed his temples, "Father, what is it?"
"Wen Zhiyan, you're getting more and more out of control. You didn't tell me about Old Fang's death, and you went straight to the crematorium to have him taken away? Are you crazy? Do you even know what you're doing? If the maid hadn't happened to see, how long were you planning to hide it from me?"
"It's precisely because I know what I'm doing that I didn't choose to tell you. Father, this matter, listen to me. You don't need to interfere."
"Bastard, are you trying to anger me to death before you're satisfied?"
"Dad, don't raise your voice so much, it's giving me a headache. You should know that your impulsive actions caused the death of a life from the Fang family. It's merciful that the Fang family hasn't sought retribution from us yet."
"Then what do you want? Fang Zhiqing is dead, but my Zhi Mo is also dead. And Zhi Mo's wife, upon hearing the news, had a premature birth and severe bleeding. Aren't two lives enough?"
Wen Zhiyan chuckled at this. "I suddenly understand why Uncle Fang only interacted with An An in the end, and why Fang Zhihuan left the country and never set foot back in China again."
"What? You want me to apologize to a junior like Fang Zhihuan?"
"No, you're not wrong. How could you be wrong?" Wen Zhiyan interrupted Wen Renhe.
Da Chen saw this and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road, getting out to wait.
"If you hadn't gambled back then, Big Brother wouldn't have died, Fang Zhiqing wouldn't have died, and my legs wouldn't have been broken."
"Wen Zhiyan."
Listening to the almost cracking voice on the other end of the line, Wen Zhiyan felt a sliver of pleasure. "Father, it's been five years, over a thousand days and nights. When you wake up at night, do you dream of Big Brother crawling out of the fire, crying for you? Or do you see Fang Zhihuan crawling towards you from a car, dragging his injured body?"
"Enough, enough! Wen Zhiyan, you are unfilial."
"I thought you always knew I was unfilial." Wen Zhiyan closed his eyes, concealing the emotions deep within. "Everyone lives like this, as long as we don't interfere with each other. You are still my father, and I am still your son. As for Uncle Fang, everything I'm doing now has his recordings."
Wen Renhe was silent for a long time before asking, "Did your Uncle Fang mention me in his words?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
The events of five years ago were a pain for everyone in both families, but now it seemed someone had forgotten that pain and was slowly resurfacing.
And this time, he would do his best to protect his home and send the murderer from five years ago to where they belonged.
"Father, is there anything else? If not, I'll hang up."
"Burn some incense for Uncle Fang for me. Since he doesn't want to see me, there's no need for me to disturb him."
Wen Zhiyan's lips curved upwards, his eyes filled with unspeakable mockery. His dear father, even now, stubbornly believed he was not wrong.
Was there any need for him to say anything more?
No need. You can't wake someone who pretends to be asleep.
He hung up the phone.
Da Chen started driving again.
They arrived at the funeral parlor.
He communicated with the staff to cremate Uncle Fang's body as quickly as possible.
It was very quiet around. He wasn't sure if it was his hallucination, but he seemed to still hear the sound of burning.
The fire must have been very painful.
What would Big Brother have been thinking at that time?
Big Brother.
Wen Zhiyan slowly closed his eyes.
His phone vibrated.
It was a text message from Miaomiao.
"Are you okay? Where are you now?"
"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm at the crematorium."
"Do you need me to come over?"
"No, you take care of An An and don't worry. I'm fine."