Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Shen Yan was dragged out by the servants.

"Let me go, let me go..."

Shen Yan struggled and was brought in front of everyone.

President Yu glanced at Shen Yan coldly: "Why are you hiding there? Did you set the fire?"

Shen Yan was so scared that she collapsed on the ground, shaking her head vigorously, and said aggrievedly: "Mr. Yu, it wasn't me, it really wasn't me! I just went out to the bathroom with Zhiyi, and then I didn't wait for Zhiyi at the door, so I went to walk around, and who knew I got lost, and it was a servant who brought me here."

After saying that, she pointed to the servant at the edge.

The servant nodded to Mr. Yu, confirming that what Shen Yan said was true.

Upon hearing this, President Yu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lin Zhiyi and Song Wanqiu.

"So the most likely ones are you two, but this lighter belongs to Miss Song, so..."

Song Wanqiu's eyes were filled with tears and she choked up as she spoke, "I have witnesses too. I just went to a place where I ran into the maid who was watering the plants. I even chatted with her for a few words. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to come over and ask."

Mr. Yu winked at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper quickly found a servant to water the flowers.

The servant nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Yu, Miss Song did ask me about some flowers just now. She couldn't have set fire here while talking to me."

After some elimination, only Lin Zhiyi was left.

President Yu stared at Lin Zhiyi with a frown on his face. "Ms. Lin, don't you have any witnesses?"

Lin Zhiyi shook her head, and before she could speak, Shen Yan looked at her in surprise.

"Zhiyi, could it be that... you just discussed with me the importance of these flowers to Mr. Yu just now, just to do these things?"

"Although Miss Song is the Third Master's fiancée and it is indeed easier for her to gain Mr. Yu's favor, you should still believe in your abilities."

Shen Yan's words undoubtedly convicted Lin Zhiyi.

Song Wanqiu opened her watery eyes wide and let the tears as big as beans roll down her cheeks as she spoke. It was heartbreaking to watch.

She leaned against Gong Chen and asked sadly: "Zhiyi, how could you do this to me? You used the things I was going to give to the Third Master. Not only did you hurt me, you also hurt the Third Master, wuwuwu..."

There were many servants around, and because Song Wanqiu cried so sincerely, they all looked at Lin Zhiyi reproachfully.

Mr. Yu's face was tense, and he walked closer to Lin Zhiyi: "Is it really you?"

Lin Zhiyi met Mr. Yu's gaze and nodded slightly: "It's me."

After these words were spoken, Shen Yan and Song Wanqiu were stunned, and for a moment they forgot to maintain their facial expressions.

This, you admit it now?

Not even a word of rebuttal.

President Yu was also surprised by Lin Zhiyi's answer and asked, "Why? Just to frame Song Wanqiu?"

Then she really had misjudged Lin Zhiyi before.

Lin Zhiyi said sincerely: "For you, Mr. Yu."

Song Wanqiu felt that something was wrong with Lin Zhiyi, so she quickly gave Shen Yan a look while wiping her tears.

Shen Yan held Lin Zhiyi and said earnestly, "Zhiyi, I know you don't want to admit your mistake, but it's wrong. Instead of talking nonsense, you might as well apologize early. I believe that Mr. Yu and Mr. San are both generous people and will not embarrass you."

"Zhiyi, don't do anything rash. I don't blame you. The Third Master is still here, so don't make things difficult for him." Song Wanqiu advised with great understanding.

Everyone else nodded, thinking it would be best not to make a big deal out of it.

"Lin Zhiyi..." Gong Chen spoke coldly.

Lin Zhiyi interrupted angrily: "What? I can't even say a few words? You want me to kneel down and kowtow to admit my fault, so that you can make your fiancée feel relieved, right?"

Gong Chen's eyes darkened.

Everyone took a breath.

Lin Zhiyi actually dared to speak to Gong Chen like this.

This actually aroused General Yu's interest. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Lin Zhiyi, you said it was for me? Then I have to listen carefully."

Lin Zhiyi turned around and looked at President Yu, her eyes slowly falling on her hands.

"Mr. Yu, you don't like Camellia, right? That's why Mr. Xue couldn't reach an agreement with you before, because everyone got the wrong idea. Camellia Villa is not your beloved, but a trophy."

"Oh?" Mr. Yu's eyes changed, the smile in his voice faded, and he said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"You wear your camellia ring on your little finger, and all rings avoid fingers associated with love."

"Ten years ago, your newlywed husband died in a car accident. In fact, there was someone else at the scene of the accident, his lover, a woman who loved camellias. Before she died, she was tightly holding the camellias your husband gave her. Even this Camellia Villa was a gift your husband gave her at your expense, and now it is your trophy."

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyi approached the burned small garden and suddenly turned his head to look at Mr. Yu, who had a gloomy expression.

Then he said softly, "Mr. Yu, this patch of flowers is blooming especially well."

President Yu said coldly: "Of course it's good, after all, it's a special maintenance. But what does this have to do with you burning this place?"

"Ms. Yu comes here to stay for a while every year, turns down all work, and lives a life of drunkenness and debauchery. I just think it's a pity for a woman as capable and courageous as you. You don't like camellia but are trapped in Camellia Villa. You are just a man, it's not worth it."

Lin Zhiyi clenched his fists as he spoke, and looked at the ashes rising in the air, his nose suddenly sore.

It seems like I can smell the smell of a crematorium.

In the end it's all not worth it.

President Yu laughed out loud: "What a great phrase! It's not worth it! I didn't expect you to have such a feeling. Well done! Well done... It should have been burned long ago. What a waste of that little bit of fertilizer."

She waved to the housekeeper and said in a relieved tone: "It's all shoveled away."

The butler nodded: "Yes."

President Yu pointed at Lin Zhi again and said with a smile, "Give me the design draft within three days. I don't like waiting."

"Okay." Lin Zhiyi agreed.

Behind him, Shen Yan and Song Wanqiu were so shocked that they were speechless.

They were the ones who set the fire, so why should Lin Zhiyi enjoy the benefits?

Song Wanqiu bit her lip angrily. Even though Lin Zhiyi explained the reason for the arson, she did not explain her motive for using the lighter.

It can still be said that she has bad intentions.

Lin Zhiyi saw Song Wanqiu's sinister look clearly. Before Song Wanqiu could cry, she took something out of her pocket in public.

It turned out to be a lighter.

"There's something I'm curious about. I used the lighter from the table, so why did Miss Song's lighter fall here?"

"We were all together just now. I couldn't possibly steal the lighter in public, right? Then I accompanied Shen Yan to the bathroom, and Miss Song left to find inspiration. I had no time to steal the lighter."

"So how did the lighter end up here?"

The questioning eyes finally fell on Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan.

Shen Yan reacted quickly and asked: "Miss Song, could it be that you accidentally dropped it when you passed by here?"

Song Wanqiu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that must be the case. I also believe that Zhiyi definitely didn't steal it."

"I see. It's okay. I don't blame you."

Lin Zhiyi smiled generously.

Her smile hurt the two men deeply, but they could only smile and swallow their hatred.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang overhead, the mountain was filled with fog, and rain poured down.

Everyone retreated back to the corridor.

Mr. Yu looked at the sky and said, "The weather has changed. It seems that no one can go down the mountain today. You all should stay here and leave tomorrow morning when the weather clears up."

Lin Zhiyi looked at the fog outside. Even if the rain stopped, no one would dare to go down the mountain in this heavy fog.

Everyone had no choice but to agree to stay.

Mr. Yu took everyone to the room.

"Master San and Miss Song are an engaged couple, so they will naturally live in the same room."

"Lin Zhiyi, you can live in the room next door."

After assigning the rooms, Mr. Yu winked at Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi: “…”