After reading the message several times, the old man returned the phone to Asher, but then he suddenly froze. A figure shed through his mind, prompting him to ask, “By the way, Asher… Was Yalin caught by that person? Did Miss Fei take him away?”<fn5060> This text is hosted at Find_Novel(.</fn5060>


    Asher looked at him in surprise. “Dad, you remember Yalin?”


    The old man appeared lost in thought. “I just had a fleeting image, as if I remembered the benefactor from that day. But, Yalin is dead…” He paused before quickly asking, “Asher, did the benefactor mention if Yalin’s body would be taken for burial?”


    Asher felt a wave of shock. He realized that his father still retained fragments of that day’s events. He reflected, “Yes, the Eunuch did mention that. I suspect he may have left this matter to Miss Fei.” He added, “I feel terrible for Yalin, for his father, and for his wife and daughter…”


    Asher quickly tried tofort him. “Dad, it’s not your fault. Our family, the Anjia, owes him.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The old man inquired, “How did you handle Yalin’s wife and daughter?”


    Asher sighed in frustration. “I can’t deal with his wife and daughter. That day, the benefactor made it clear that Yalin’s death should remain a secret, even from his family. His wife has been calling me, asking about him, and all I can do is lie and say I don’t know… They’ve already reported him missing to the police, but the New York police haven’t found any leads…”


    “Sigh…” The old manmented and advised, “We need to find a way to send some money to his wife and daughter. Give her $500 million, and set aside another $500 million for the child. Once the child is born, it should be given in that child’s name, but only after his son-inw agrees to have the child carry Yalin’s surname, Li.”


    Asher was taken aback. “Do you still remember this?”


    The old man sighed softly. “I only recalled it just now in this moment of rity, but I might forget it again when I wake up tomorrow. So, you must ensure that this is put into action as soon as possible.”


    “Understood,” Asher nodded. “Once I’ve waited a bit, I’lle up with a suitable reason to carry out this n. I’m also worried that his wife and daughter might overthink things.”


    The old man sighed again and reminded him, “Just don’t forget it. It won’t be toote to act when the child arrives.”


    “Alright!” Asher agreed, and together they made their way to the rooftop of the top floor.


    Meanwhile, the helicopter carrying Fei Kexin and Li Yalin soared over Manhattan.


    Li Yalin, seated by the window, gazed at the bustling cityscape framed by tall buildings, feeling a mix of emotions.


    Even now, he struggled to fully ept the reality of his “resurrection.”


    The helicopter soon approached the helipad on the Anbang Building, beginning its slow descent.


    At that moment, Li Yalin still wore a mask and sunsses, dressed in a researcher’s jumpsuit, concealing his identity as the missing Chinese detective, Li Yalin.


    After the helicopternded, the co-pilot exited the cockpit and opened the cabin door for Fei Kexin and Li Yalin.


    Fei Kexin stepped out first, followed closely by Li Yalin, while An Qishan, assisted by Asher, also made his way forward.


    Due to Alzheimer’s disease, An Qishan had learned about Fei Kexin from his children earlier that day, as if he were listening to a story. However, he understood that Fei Kexin had yed a crucial role in assisting the An family during critical moments. True to his character, he felt immense gratitude towards her.


    Having just seen Fei Kexin’s photo, An Qishan recognized her as she disembarked from the helicopter and stepped forward, calling out, “Hello, Miss Fei! It’s good to see you again!”