Luo Yinghong's body has always been the same, unable to move or speak. She lies on the bed like a Buddha statue every day, and her servants serve her with food and medicine. Huilan and Mu Xue come to her every day and try their best to take care of her.

.Every time she sees Mu Xue, Luo Yinghong’s face lights up.

She started twitching and seemed very excited. She seemed to have thousands of words to say in her heart, but she couldn't speak or move her hands or feet. She didn't have any chance to express her thoughts. Everyone saw that the old lady who had always been smart and capable was now depressed.

It was a pity for her to have such a miserable ending.

When no one was around, Mu Xue would come and taunt her, mentally torture her, talk about her scenery in the Zhu family these days, the relationship between her and Qinglong, and try her best to...

Expressing his inner ecstasy. After being pushed down by Xiao Qiao and almost having a miscarriage, Zhu Qinglong did have a slight change in his view of her, and would personally cook medicine and stew for her every day.

Although Zhu Honglie would come to see her, he always came with resentment and lessons, and said all kinds of heartbreaking words to her. Luo Yinghong heard it in her heart, and was hurt in her heart, but she couldn't express it.

She couldn't even shed tears. She was already a living dead who couldn't express her thoughts. She never expected to end up like this. Sometimes she really wanted to die and never endure it again.

These days of being misunderstood, hated by her son, and disliked by her husband, but when she thought that the real murderer was still at large and appeared openly in front of her, playing the role of a virtuous daughter-in-law, she felt a surge in her heart.

Inexplicable hatred. She must endure it, no matter what, for Fengrou, herself, and the Zhu family. She must live well and watch the day when Muxue's true colors are revealed.

One day in early April, Qinghan, who had not seen her for a long time, finally walked into her room. Luo Yinghong sat blankly in her wheelchair, watching her most beloved son approaching her with a look of worry and indignation.

There was deep helplessness and sadness in his pupils. Xiao Qiao and

She also knew about his divorce. She knew the pain in Qinghan's heart now, but now she couldn't say anything or help. Qinghan just told her that he was going to the capital to take the martial arts championship and left the room.
Chapter completed!