Chapter 49 It’s not too late

Author: Lan Jing and

On a hot summer night, the buzzing sound of insects outside the window is soothing. A girl wearing short-sleeved pants and shorts is lying on her side next to her grandma on the mat inside the window. The grandma is shaking the fan to fan her granddaughter. That's it.

The girl gradually fell asleep in the gentle breeze. When the grandma saw that her granddaughter was sleeping soundly, she gently got up and left the room.

At this time, a figure pressed the bathroom door handle against a broom, and then walked towards the room with a slight light. The figure looked through the crack in the door at the sleeping girl's breathing in the warm yellow lamp, which made the figure so happy.

The man swallowed, quietly entered the room and locked the door.

Standing beside the bed and looking at the seductive figure of the graceful girl in a daze, the evil thoughts that had been buried in my heart for a long time gradually emerged.

The man's hand began to reach out to the girl.

Yan Manjia, who was still sleeping, was suddenly awakened by a strange and numb feeling in her legs. She turned around and saw a very familiar face.

"What are you doing? You are..."

Before Yan Manjia could finish speaking, he grabbed the girl's ankle and pulled her towards him, holding her mouth tightly with one hand.

The harder she resisted, the more excited he became. His mouth roamed the girl's body wantonly, and she closed her eyes in despair and shed countless tears.

When one of his hands left the girl's wrist and quickly unfastened her belt, a hand suddenly hit his face, but before he felt a burst of pain, he was slapped aside by this force.

It was only when I landed on the wall that I felt the pain all over my body.

"Ouch...hiss."

He opened his eyes with a ferocious expression and saw the girl opening the door and escaping from the room.

"Mom, are you in there?"

"Strange, who is holding the broom to the door?"

When grandma walked out of the bathroom, she saw her daughter-in-law putting the broom aside, and suddenly her granddaughter's figure flashed before her eyes.

The girl opened the door and ran towards home.

At this time, the daughter-in-law seemed to understand all this and ran into her mother-in-law's room angrily. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her husband Liu Minghui lying on the ground.

"Oh, why are you on the ground?"

The daughter-in-law quickly helped her husband up. When the daughter-in-law supported him and walked out of the room, she saw her mother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease, opening the door and going out.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"In the middle of the night, she left as soon as she left."

The daughter-in-law looked at her husband whose face was red with slap marks, and recalled her husband's sneaky eyes when the girl came to her home to take care of her mother-in-law during the holidays, so she moved her eyes to look at the broom.

Liu Minghui also noticed his wife's eyes. He glanced at the broom and squinted his eyes.

"I just taught her not to play tricks."

"Look, he slapped me and... pushed me."

"Running out of the door, uneducated thing."

Seeing her husband holding his waist and feeling very uncomfortable, the wife sighed and went back to the room to look for medicine.

After hearing these words, the grandmother was very dissatisfied. She walked up to her son tremblingly, pointed at him and said, "You...did you do anything to Jia'er?"

Liu Minghui supported his waist with one hand and saw that his mother's face showed no concern for him. He recalled that his mother used to be very fond of her when his sister was alive. Now that his sister is gone, his mother cares about other people's children and treats him.

He was still as indifferent as ever, and he was very angry.

"My sister has died a long time ago. Where did I get my daughter from?"

"You don't have any granddaughter at all!"

My mother couldn't bear the pain of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person, so she suffered from Alzheimer's disease. At that time, someone found her and wanted to live in this county as her sister, and they usually had no relatives or neighbors to interact with.

When a man heard the news of his sister's death, he agreed, and the reason for his agreement was nothing more than the rich reward.

"Look, this is my sister's photo."

"She finally... left."

"That woman just looks like my sister."

Liu Minghui touched the woman who looked very similar to Yan Manjia's mother Liu Wen in the photo. Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke. She held the photo frame tightly and threw it to the ground. Grandma looked at the broken glass lying on the floor.

She walked over to the photo, picked it up and held it in front of her eyes. She squinted and saw clearly that it was her daughter's cheerful face.

"I'm not that girl's uncle!"

"You are not her grandmother either!"

At that moment, the elderly grandma recalled every detail of her life with her daughter, but in the end she recalled the scene when she saw her daughter for the last time. For a while, the grandma still did not dare to accept that the person she loved most and loved her left.

Liu Minghui, who was still silent on the sidelines, saw his mother lying on the ground out of the corner of his eye. He quickly stepped forward to pick up his mother and asked his wife to dial the emergency number.

But grandma still stopped breathing and passed away peacefully.

"Now that I recall, the smell of her...

"Touching the white and tender legs, that's right!"

"What makes me most happy is that beautiful neck."

Liu Minghui had a knife pressed against his neck. Looking at Yan He's angry and mutilated face, even though there was a gaping hole in his neck dripping blood, he still told Yan He the shameless memory in his heart.

After finishing, he showed a self-righteous smile.

Yan He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and twisted his neck.

"Believe it or not, your neck will be more beautiful!"

"Humph, haven't you always been curious about what we husband and wife do."

"Then I will let you know how to die."

After Yan He finished speaking, he opened his eyes and looked at Liu Minghui who was tied to the chair, with an innate murderous look in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen blood flowing out."

"You will see the craftsmanship inherited from our family."

"Knives are my art!"

A few hours ago, while driving on the road, Yan Manjia lowered her head to reveal the scar in her collar.

When Xiao Shen parked the car downstairs at the so-called uncle's house, he looked at the time and sent a message to Wang He, and then walked out of the car with him and Xiao Shen.

In the car, Yan and the bodyguards beside him all squinted and saw Liu Minghui passing by outside the window. He remembered the scar he had caused on his daughter and the poor state when he suddenly returned home the night before. A question suddenly flashed through his mind, and he took the opportunity to escape.

Follow Liu Minghui home.

At this moment, Yan Manjia, who was sitting in the car, looked calmly at the people coming and going outside the car window, but in fact, he felt uncertain from time to time.

Xiao Shen looked out the window in the direction of the building. Suddenly, thick smoke floated out of the window of a house. What immediately caught Xiao Shen's eyes was the fire burning in the window. He looked back at Yan Manjia with a shocked look on his face.

"There's a fire."

"Really or not?"

"Ah, does that mean we won't take action?"

The three bodyguards at the back of the car looked at Wang He and Xiao Shen in front of the car with worried expressions. They clenched their fists and unclenched them. They felt that their hands were rusty after not doing anything in recent times, but their hearts were itchy.

"Shut up."

Wang Zhi looked at the three of them with a serious face and warned in a low voice. In an instant, there was silence. Xiao Shen and Wang Zhi exchanged meaningful glances, and then at the same time looked at Yan Manjia, who was silent at the side.

The girl blinked her eyes and looked at the house that was gradually raging with flames. The scene that flashed before her eyes was the time when she and her grandmother cherished each other.

I originally thought I would be very happy after seeing this scene, but no trace of joy ever appeared, but instead I was filled with sorrow.

"Today we would like to welcome donors to our school."

"Cheer for the senior high school students who are about to take the college entrance examination."

Xiao Shen drove the car into the school gate. Yan Manjia put on the black gloves on her hands and looked coldly through the car window at the endless high school students outside.

Most of the students followed the principal who was speaking on the stage and looked at the commercial vehicle passing by outside the playground. Several school leaders hurriedly stepped forward to welcome him.

When Xiao Shen got out of the car, his hand was held by an inexplicable teacher.

"Welcome and thank you for your donation over the past three years."

Xiao Shen frowned and looked at the teacher's flattering face, took back his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth politely.

"Excuse me."

"Our group boss has a lot to deal with."

The car door gradually moved open. Wang He leaned his right hand on his lower back, bent over and stretched out his right hand to Yan Manjia. The girl gently put her hand on Wang He's hand and stepped out. Wang Zhi looked at the girl wearing gloves.

Hands, blinking his eyes in confusion.

When I once again stood in this familiar environment with a new identity, the people and things in front of me suddenly became different from before.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised as usual, but her eyes were looking at the teachers around her more coldly than before.
To be continued...