Chapter 509: Past Events

"What is the matter, President He?" Zhou Jihai asked with surprise.

"Perhaps President Zhou also knows that after I gave birth to my child more than twenty years ago, I was in a coma for seven days, and the child ultimately could not be saved due to a difficult labor." He Lingyun's eyes were slightly red: "Your father, Zhou Lao, was the last person to see the child. After that, he resigned and disappeared without a trace."

"I want to know, did Zhou Lao tell you anything about my child before he passed away? If he did, I ask that you please pass it on to me. I, He Lingyun, would be eternally grateful." He Lingyun stood up and bowed slightly toward Zhou Jihai.

Zhou Jihai's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly stood up and said with some trepidation: "President He, regarding these matters, my father did indeed mention a few things vaguely."

"Really? What exactly happened to my child? Is he truly gone?" He Lingyun asked urgently.

"This..." Zhou Jihai gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind: "I shouldn't have said these things, as I feared it would sadden you, President He. But since you have asked, I will speak plainly. However, I ask that you please grieve in moderation."

"Speak, I can handle it." He Lingyun's face turned pale. She bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly.

Although she feared hearing the final result, she could not help but ask. At the very least, she had to clarify whether the child was still in this world or not.

"Back then, President He's child... truly did pass away prematurely." Zhou Jihai sighed: "Because he feared you would be heartbroken, He Lao had my father take the child to be cremated and scatter the ashes in the Qiling Mountain Cemetery in Shengjing."

There was not a drop of blood left on He Lingyun's face. Her vision went black, and her body swayed as she began to collapse to one side.

"Sister..." Mu Xi, who was at her side, hurriedly stepped forward to support her and comforted her: "Sister, please grieve in moderation."

"Aunt He, sit down first." Chen Yu, who had been silent behind her, hurriedly helped her sit down.

"Aunt He, you must look past this. Grief harms the liver. I will perform acupuncture on you to vent the injury of the Seven Emotions," Chen Yu said.

He Lingyun closed her eyes and nodded slightly, large tears falling down.

Chen Yu helped her sit upright, then took out his needles to perform acupuncture on her.

After a few needles were inserted, He Lingyun's complexion finally improved.

"President He, are you alright?" Zhou Jihai looked worried: "I really shouldn't have brought this up, but this matter must be a knot in your heart. If I didn't tell you, I fear you would never be able to let it go."

"I'm fine, President Zhou. Thank you for telling me this. You are right; this matter has always been a knot in my heart, troubling me for nearly thirty years." He Lingyun's tears fell: "You told me, allowing me to give up hope."

"President Zhou, may I ask you a question?" Chen Yu finished the acupuncture and looked up at Zhou Jihai.

"You, who are you?" Zhou Jihai's expression changed drastically when he saw Chen Yu.

Previously, Chen Yu had been following behind He Lingyun, and he hadn't seen Chen Yu's appearance clearly at all. But when Chen Yu raised his head, he discovered that Chen Yu and He Lingyun were actually so similar.

Moreover, their brows were almost carved from the same mold. If he hadn't known beforehand that He Lingyun had no children, he would have even thought that Chen Yu was He Lingyun's son.

"This is Chen Yu, a younger generation member I know." He Lingyun saw Zhou Jihai's expression and asked in surprise: "What's wrong, President Zhou?"

"Nothing, I mistook you for someone else." Zhou Jihai shook his head and returned to normal: "What is it you wanted to ask?"

"How old is President Zhou this year?" Chen Yu asked.

"I am forty-eight this year, almost half a century old." Zhou Jihai asked, feeling somewhat confused: "Why are you asking about my age?"

"Nothing, I am a Yisheng, specializing in Traditional Chinese Medicine," Chen Yu said with a smile: "Furthermore, I also understand some physiognomy. President Zhou's facial features and life destiny are not something an ordinary person possesses."

"Is that so? I couldn't tell. You are so young, yet you know so much." Zhou Jihai was slightly stunned, then became interested in Chen Yu: "Why don't you tell my fortune?"

"I wouldn't dare. I only know the basics of physiognomy; I am more proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine," Chen Yu said: "Moreover, when a person reaches fifty, at your age, President Zhou, the heart and blood vessels should be gradually degenerating. Yet, your condition is comparable to that of a young person. It seems you know how to maintain your health."

"Haha, it's not that I know any special health maintenance, I just pay attention to my body in daily life," Zhou Jihai laughed heartily.

"Alright, since I have learned what I wanted to know, I can give up hope. President Zhou, if there is an opportunity in the future, we will certainly collaborate," He Lingyun said as she stood up.

"I look forward to it." Zhou Jihai stood up, and the two shook hands.

After the group left, Zhou Jihai's expression sank slightly.

Suddenly, he frowned and lifted his shirt.

One of his arms was extremely withered, as if it were the arm of an eighty-year-old man. He gritted his teeth, turned, and walked into a secret room behind his office.

A moment later, he walked out of the secret room and looked at his arm; it had recovered to its original state, exactly like the arm of a normal forty-five-year-old person.

After sending He Lingyun back to the hotel, Chen Yu left. Just as he was about to drive, Mu Xi rushed out and called out to stop Chen Yu.

"Did you notice something?" Mu Xi stared at Chen Yu.

"Zhou Jihai has a problem," Chen Yu uttered.

"You noticed it too?" Mu Xi looked up at Chen Yu.

"Yes. Although he looks under fifty, the aura he emits is not what a person of that age should have," Chen Yu said: "It is like that of a person in their twilight years."

"What do you mean by that?" Mu Xi asked.

"Let's put it this way: a person's age is like a tree; for every year that passes, a growth ring is left behind," Chen Yu said: "Some experts can use cultivation to maintain their youth, allowing someone nearly a hundred years old to look like they are only thirty or forty."

"Do you mean Zhou Jihai is also one of these experts?" Mu Xi locked her brows.

"No. If it were someone who had cultivated to that realm, they would have already transcended the mundane and would vaguely be able to merge with heaven and earth," Chen Yu said: "But Zhou Jihai is not. He has an aura of twilight about him; this is using other means to maintain his youthful appearance."

"But according to the records, his age is indeed forty-eight," Mu Xi said.

"I don't know, but there is definitely a problem, and I cannot see through his life destiny," Chen Yu shook his head: "His life destiny is extremely chaotic, as if the destinies of two people were forcibly combined using acquired means. There is no life destiny to speak of."

"Then we must investigate this thoroughly." Mu Xi's brows locked even tighter: "I will use the power of the Star Moon Pavilion to investigate clearly."

"Star Moon Pavilion?" Chen Yu was startled: "That mysterious organization, the Star Moon Pavilion? What is your relationship with them?"

"No relationship. I founded it," Mu Xi smiled slightly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"You are the boss of the Star Moon Pavilion?" Chen Yu was so shocked he couldn't speak.