My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 232 Finding the Murderer Who Framed Her

Tan Haoyu looked down at the child in his arms. The little guy's eyes were closed, his little nose twitched slightly, and his pink cheeks were like blooming peach blossoms.

“So small…” Tan Haoyu murmured to himself, his voice full of emotion.

He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss the child's cheek. The child seemed to be pricked by his stubble, tilted his head slightly, and then went back to sleep.

Tan Haoyu stared at the child for a long time, unwilling to look away, his heart overflowing with love.

At that moment, Tan Haoyu realized that this child was the only connection between him and Zhu Ziqing.

Whether the child looks like him or Zhu Ziqing, it is the most precious gift Zhu Ziqing left him, and his hope and sustenance for the rest of his life.

……

A few days later, Tianshan Cemetery in Pengcheng City

In the cemetery, a gentle breeze blew, carrying a touch of melancholy.

Tan Haoyu stood alone in front of Zhu Ziqing's tombstone, holding his sleeping daughter in his arms.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on him, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

"Ziqing, let me introduce you. This is our daughter, Tan Le'er," Tan Haoyu said softly, his voice slightly choked with emotion. "She looks a lot like you, her eyes, her nose, and that little mouth..."

He paused, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, I will take good care of her as she grows up."

A gust of wind blew by, and the shadows of the trees behind Tan Haoyu swayed. Liu Meili stepped out from behind the tree and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"President Tan, the investigation results are in." Liu Meili's voice was somewhat low.

Tan Haoyu turned around, his eyes cold: "Speak."

"The fire at Li Siqi's studio is preliminarily determined to be an accident caused by aging electrical circuits. As for Miss Ziqing's car accident, the traffic police concluded that it was a brake system malfunction, which is also considered an accident," Liu Meili said cautiously.

Tan Haoyu sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "An accident? What a perfect accident!"

"Do you think I'd believe in these coincidences?" Tan Haoyu sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "First, the studio burned down, and then Ziqing got into a car accident. These coincidences are just too damn coincidental!"

Liu Meili lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze: "President Tan, these conclusions are all from professionals..."

"Professionals?" Tan Haoyu interrupted her, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Professionals can be bribed too!"

Tan Haoyu lowered his head, looking at his daughter in his arms. Her little face was slightly wrinkled in her sleep, as if searching for her mother's embrace. A surge of inexplicable tenderness welled up in his heart, and he was also filled with deep longing.

"Ziqing, where are you?" he murmured softly, a resolute glint in his eyes. "I don't believe you're dead. This is all a conspiracy!"

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Liu Meili, I want you to investigate thoroughly and find the murderer who framed Ziqing!"

Liu Meili paused for a moment, then lowered her head, her voice hesitant: "President Tan, this..."

"Don't tell me it's impossible!" Tan Haoyu interrupted her, his voice carrying an undeniable domineering tone. "I believe Ziqing is still alive. Even if the whole world tells me she's dead, I will find the truth!"

Liu Meili was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, President Tan, I will do my best."

Tan Haoyu stared at the photo on the tombstone; Zhu Ziqing's smile remained as radiant as ever, as if she had never left. Deep within him, a voice echoed: "You're insane, Tan Haoyu, you're truly insane."

But his heart remained steadfast, as if supported by a powerful force. He imagined the future, holding Zhu Ziqing's hand, his daughter in his arms, the family strolling in the sunset—a scene so beautiful, yet so within reach.

"I will find you, Ziqing," he said softly, his eyes filled with determination.

Tan Haoyu clenched his fists, his knuckles trembling from the force. His voice was low and resolute: "Even if the whole world opposes it, even if everyone thinks I'm crazy, I will find the murderer who framed her!"

At that moment, his eyes shone with an indomitable light, as if no force could stop him from moving forward.

In a daze, a scene appeared before Tan Haoyu's eyes: under the setting sun, Zhu Ziqing held his hand, and their daughter laughed and played among them. The scene was so real, yet it also carried a touch of illusion.

He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a hazy light: "Wait for me, Ziqing, I will find the truth and bring you home."

……

Since Zhu Ziqing's departure, the once harmonious Tan family has been shrouded in gloom, with the whole family's thoughts focused on Tan Haoyu.

The atmosphere in the living room was so heavy it was suffocating.

Mr. Tan sat on the sofa, glancing at the door every now and then, as if he was expecting something.

Tan's mother lowered her head, holding a scarf left by Zhu Ziqing in her hand, stroking it incessantly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mr. Tan sighed softly, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere: "Mom, Haoyu understands, he just needs time to adjust himself."

Mrs. Tan looked up, her eyes filled with worry: "He hasn't said much these past few days, and he's barely eaten anything. I'm afraid he'll bottle it all up and something bad will happen..."

Mr. Tan held her hand and comforted her, "Haoyu has always been a sensible child. He knows what he's doing. Give him some time, and he'll get through this."

Tan Xiaoxuan came downstairs and saw her parents' expressions, which made her feel sad.

She walked to Tan's mother's side and said softly, "Mom, Haoyu is upset, but he won't give up easily. Don't worry, he will pull himself together."

Looking at her daughter, a hint of relief flashed in Tan's mother's eyes: "Xiaoxuan, you must take good care of yourself. I really don't know what to do with Haoyu in this state..."

Grandpa Tan came out of the room, leaning on his cane, and said sternly, "I'm saying, this matter can't be dragged on like this. If Haoyu continues like this, his body won't be able to take it. How about... we make him forget about that woman?"

Mr. Tan immediately retorted, "Dad, how can that be? Zhu Ziqing is Haoyu's wife, and they have a child together. It's not something you can just forget."

Grandpa Tan frowned, somewhat annoyed: "I'm doing this for his own good! How can he take care of himself and the children in his current state?"

Mrs. Tan quickly comforted him, "Dad, don't be angry. What Haoyu needs most right now is time, so don't pressure him."

Grandpa Tan sighed, his tone softening: "Alright, alright. That child is really unlucky. I hope he can rest soon and stop torturing himself."

Tan Xiaoxuan walked over, took Grandpa Tan's arm, and said softly, "Grandpa, please go back to your room and rest. I will take good care of Haoyu and the child."

Grandpa Tan nodded and patted her hand: "Xiaoxuan, you're sensible. Haoyu has always been stubborn. Try to persuade him to stop torturing himself like this."