Standing Next To You-Chapter 433: Epilogue: On the Day She Died

Fei Chuan still vividly remembered that day.

It was supposed to be a day of celebration. The trillion-dollar project he had poured years of hard work into had finally secured investment from five major international corporations and was now officially on the market.

With this project, both his name and his company would be recognized worldwide. In just a few years, his company would grow into an empire that no one in the world could look down upon.

Even that she-devil would have no choice but to accept defeat. After all, he was about to leave her far behind. He was already surpassing her, and now it was time to take a giant leap forward, making her watch as he advanced further and further.

She had been inactive in high society for some time, and rumors circulated that she was isolating herself in her company, working on a massive project to push her firm to the top of the global market.

But...

Fei Chuan smirked.

He had snatched that success before she could.

Fei Chuan could imagine her gritting her teeth in jealousy and envy. After bantering and clashing with Bei Sangyun for so long, he knew how important it was for her to elevate her company to the pinnacle of the global market. She had been working tirelessly to make the Bei name renowned, to create a legacy like those of the other legendary families. And there was no doubt she was making history for herself.

But too bad—Fei Chuan had ruined all her plans. And he had done it intentionally.

Wouldn’t she be furious enough to storm out of her self-imposed seclusion and grab him by the collar?

Fei Chuan could vividly imagine the scene. He adjusted his tie, anticipating the moment when she would storm into his office, her face furious, eyes blazing with challenge.

Then he would seize that moment to grab her—cornering her with no way to retreat. He would tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at him, making it unmistakably clear that he was the best man of their generation—the highest standard.

She would have no choice but to accept that fact.

Fei Chuan smiled at the thought.

He reached for his phone, intending to call his subordinate to inform the media about his success when suddenly, the phone in his hand rang.

It was his secretary. A smile tugged at his lips. Just in time.

He answered the call, ready to instruct his secretary to spread the news, but what he heard next shattered his composure.

"Boss, Ms. Bei’s death has been confirmed!"

The smile on Fei Chuan’s face froze. His breath caught in his throat.

What kind of prank is this?

He glanced at his phone. It was indeed his secretary’s number, and the voice was unmistakably his. He frowned. He had despised Bei Sangyun to the core, but he didn’t appreciate jokes about death.

"Stop it. I don’t like that kind of joke."

"...Boss... I also find it unbelievable. I think you should check the news. I’ll send you the link."

Fei Chuan frowned. It still hadn’t sunk in. It was too unbelievable, almost like a bad prank.

But then, the news and media outlets were all reporting the same thing—Bei Sangyun’s death.

The new CEO of her company had officially announced it, and their statement was everywhere.

Bei Sangyun’s death was a monumental event in the business world. After all, she had made history when she ousted everyone from the renowned Lin family, changed her surname to Bei, founded Bei Corporation by herself, and quickly rose to become one of the business titans in Country C.

Before she went low-key, she had been expanding her influence in the global market, with the goal of reaching the top of the international arena. Had she been given just a few more years, she would have become the only female CEO to reach the pinnacle of success in her thirties.

So, her sudden death shocked everyone. No one saw it coming.

Even Fei Chuan, who was considered "close" to her due to their bantering and clashing in high society and the business world, was blindsided. He also had no idea and was struck by the news.

The news of her death even spread overseas. With such a huge scoop, it couldn’t be fake.

Fei Chuan clutched his phone tightly, his face pale, his heart sinking. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath. It felt as if he were drowning in a bottomless ocean—cold and numb.

"...This is a lie... She... she’s not dead... how can she be dead?" Fei Chuan gasped for air as he uttered each word, struggling to regain his composure and senses.

Finally, mustering all the strength he could, he called his driver.

"...Bei Sangyun’s residence..." He could only mutter those words before quickly leaving his office. He wasn’t even sure how he made it to the parking lot.

His mind was in turmoil as the car sped toward Bei Sangyun’s villa.

He didn’t believe the news. That woman was crazy enough to fake her own death. After all, she wouldn’t go down easily, not after fighting to the death with the Lins. She had survived every catastrophe thrown her way. There was nothing she couldn’t overcome.

Not even death.

Fei Chuan’s reason was crumbling as he desperately clung to the belief that the news was fake. He imagined arriving at her villa, finding her there, dressed in a red gown, her lips painted crimson, holding a glass of red wine, and laughing at them all with mockery in her eyes.

And as always, she would laugh with that mix of ridicule and amusement, saying, ’You all believed it? How much did you want me to die, that you so easily accepted such lies? I’m not someone who dies easily.’

"...You’re right. You’re not the type to die so easily. Bad people don’t die soon," Fei Chuan muttered to himself.

There was no way that woman would die. Just no way.