"Wen Yin...I'm dad. You've forgotten me, haven't you? Forgot how I died? How our Wen's Enterprise went bankrupt overnight, have you completely forgotten it all?"
In my sleep, my father's voice kept echoing in my ears.
"Dad...I didn't." Wen Yin did not wake up, and a thick layer of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead.
"How could you marry a bastard like Leng Jingtian? Don't call me daddy. I don't have an unfilial daughter like you..."
Wen Yin's eyebrows were furrowed tightly and her eyes were tightly closed.
"Hello, Mommy... you can't marry grandpa! We Xianyu will be sad! And, I will be very sad too." The image of Xiao Cuo also began to appear in her dreams, and she was still the same weird girl as before.
However, there seemed to be an indelible sadness on his face.
"Small mistake... Baby, don't go, wait for mommy! Wait for me..." Wen Yin mumbled on her lips, tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Yin Yin, I love you. But, in the days to come... I may never be able to be by your side again." Xia Xianyu's soft and apologetic face flashed through Wen Yin's sleep.
"Mommy, Xianyu and I love you very much... Haha..." Xiao Cuo's smile and voice were so clear, but his figure became farther and farther away. Gradually, he was replaced by his father lying on the bed covered in blood.
Seeing the scene in the pool of blood, he struggled to get up, his bloody body slowly squirming, "Wen Yin, avenge me, I want Leng Jingtian to die. Daughter, you must avenge me, otherwise, I will die with my eyes open..."
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"dad……"
Wen Yin suddenly sat up from the bed and looked around at the scene around her. It took her a while to realize that she was having a nightmare.
However, after the nightmare, she became extremely uneasy. A chill ran through her body, but she kept breaking into cold sweats and trembling.
"Dad, I haven't forgotten our grudge. Not even for a moment! It's just... I have a last resort. I can't just watch Xian Yu die..." Wen Yin tugged on the thin quilt tightly, and her whole body shivered even more.
The tears fell down miserably, and she stared out the window, which was a gray sky. The sky was so oppressive that she felt like she couldn't breathe, and it was so dull, just like her current mood, as if she was about to suffocate and die...
"Elder Mistress, where are you going? The Eldest Master has told me that you cannot go out these days."
The servant saw Wen Yin walking out in a hurry, so he immediately stepped forward to stop her.
Leng Jingtian did tell her to be optimistic about Wen Yin. He was afraid that what happened to Wen Yin in the swimming pool that day would happen again...
"No, I must go out." She couldn't hear the servant's words at all and insisted on leaving.
"Young Master, please wait...please don't go out! I'll inform the Young Master first, or you can tell me where you are going?" The servant was panicking, for fear of being blamed by Leng Jingtian.
Wen Yin was silent, with only crystal tears flowing freely on her cheeks, and she forced herself to go out.
"Young mistress, wait... what should we do?" The servant was anxious and immediately turned around and dialed Leng Jingtian's number.
Leng's Group.
"President, your home phone number, would you like to transfer it now?"
The sweet voice of the secretary resounded.
Leng Jingtian, who was originally in a meeting, suddenly frowned when he heard the word "home" and said, "Turn in."
When I picked up the phone, the servant's panicked voice came from the phone, "Master, it's not good! Mistress is out, I can't stop her..."
Hearing this, Leng Jingtian's face turned cold for a few moments, and traces of panic flashed through him, "I'll be right back."
In the conference room, the heads of various departments lowered their heads knowingly when they heard his cold voice, not daring to look at Leng Jingtian's face.
"The meeting is dismissed." His words seemed a little hasty.
After seeing Leng Jingtian leaving, the supervisors couldn't help but wonder who or what happened that made their usually calm and unfathomable president appear so nervous...
There are many rumors about their president, who is in love with Lishi's chief designer, who is in love with Lishi's chief model... In short, all the rumors are inseparable from Lishi.
However, none of the employees below would break their tongues and discuss the personal lives of their immediate bosses, thereby losing their jobs...
Wen Yin went all the way out, visited Xiaocuo's cemetery, and finally came to her father's grave.
"dad……"
When she saw his portrait, Wen Yin's emotions were completely out of control.
All this time, she rarely visited his tombstone. In her heart, she felt guilty for her father. She had been mixed up and entangled with their enemies.
"I'm sorry, dad, forgive me! I beg you to forgive me. In fact, I am also very sad and struggling with Leng Jingtian. If I have a choice..." At this point, Wen Yin stopped talking. Only Douda
Tears fell on the tombstone.
She seemed to have no choice.
From the first day she met Leng Jingtian, she had no choice but the right to be chosen.
Perhaps, her ignorance can be forgiven. But she unknowingly fell in love with Leng Jingtian, which must not be forgiven...
Although she had no choice but to marry Leng Jingtian, she still had some vague expectations in her heart. It seemed that she could not help but waver in her heart even if there was any obstacle. She followed him, but on the surface she pretended to dislike him and hate him.
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"Dad, if you can't forgive me, take me away... This way, I won't have to suffer so much."
Wen Yin spilled half of the liquor he brought with him in front of the tombstone, and the other half began to slowly pour into his throat. Suddenly, there was a burning, tingling sensation of cutting his throat.
However, no matter how painful her body was, it was far less than one ten thousandth of her heartache.
Who can tell her? When will such pain, repeated over and over again, finally come to an end?
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have given birth to Xiaocuo and failed to take good care of him... and I shouldn't have married Leng Jingtian." On one side is the father who gave birth to her and raised her, and on the other is her beloved man. These two
This person became her disaster, which made her miserable.
However, who can truly understand her pain? She feels pain when she is with Leng Jingtian; she also feels pain when she is away from him...
"Dad, take me away. I want to be with you and Xiaocuo. We don't want to be separated again."
There was a strong sadness in her words. Even if Leng Jingtian gave her the whole world one day, her life would not be the same as before. People who have died cannot be resurrected; people who are alive cannot let go...
"Did she say where she was going?"
Leng Jingtian quickly returned to the villa and asked anxiously.
"No...no. I asked the eldest mistress, but she didn't answer."
The servant replied tremblingly, as if he was extremely afraid of Leng Jingtian's blame, "Young Master, I'm sorry, I didn't do a good job..."
"I'll go find him."
After finishing speaking, Leng Jingtian walked out of the door again. If it were the previous Leng Jingtian, how could he let it go? According to his temper, he would not allow others to make the slightest mistake, and the servant would be fired.
However, he didn't. Somehow, his attitude and temper changed.
Leng Jingtian was driving the Lamborghini crazy, and his first feeling was... Wen Yin must have gone to Xiao Cuo's cemetery, and this intuition became stronger and stronger.
However, when he rushed to the cemetery, Wen Yin was not there. However, Xiao Cuo's favorite snacks and comic books were placed there.
Where is she? Leng Jingtian's heart completely stalled and beat wildly, and the scene of Wen Yin submerged in the pool flashed through his mind from time to time. Her pale face showed no struggle, as if she was waiting quietly.
die……
"Xiao Cuo, we must let Daddy find Mommy." His voice was filled with deep sorrow and anxiety. His fingers gently wiped Xiao Cuo's portrait, and his heart felt like a sharp pain like a knife, "Xiao Cuo.
Wrong..." Even the voice calling his name seemed to be filled with countless pains.
"Don't let anything happen to her, you must not..."
After saying that, Leng Jingtian began to look for her all over the world again. Unprecedented uneasiness and fear struck Leng Jingtian, and his eyes were filled with tears.
A light drizzle began to fall in the sky, which was extremely dark and depressing, and dark clouds were rolling in the sky, like a precursor to a storm.
Leng Jingtian fell into deep thought, where will she go?
After visiting Xiaocuo’s cemetery, I will go...
"Did he go to Wen Weihao's cemetery?" It was as if there was an invisible force attracting him forward, and he actually thought of this place.
Thinking of this, Leng Jingtian did not hesitate for a moment, and drove faster, as if he could predict that something would happen to Wen Yin.
The continuous drizzle finally turned into a downpour. Raindrops as big as beans fell on Wen Yin's body, and a bone-chilling chill instantly invaded her body. "Please don't blame me. If there really is an afterlife, Dad."
I still want to be your daughter, let me repay your kindness in raising me."
Maybe it's because alcohol is causing trouble in her body, or maybe she needs to use alcohol to strengthen her courage and end her life completely. The most important thing is to end her bad relationship with Leng Jingtian...
With a "bang", the wine bottle was smashed on the hard floor. She picked up the glass fragments. There were hesitations and determination on her cheeks. Countless expressions were intertwined on her cheeks. In the end, she scratched her wrist.
Sharp pain spread to her body, and gurgling blood poured out instantly. However, after a while, it was washed away by the rain, and her eyes gradually turned pale...
"Wen Yin..." When Leng Jingtian arrived, he was completely panicked.
However, Wen Yin vaguely saw the image of Leng Jingtian in her drowsiness.
Is this a hallucination she had before her death? A slightly stiff smile appeared at the corner of Wen Yin's lips.
If she and Leng Jingtian didn't have such resentment between them, would she have stayed with him without hesitation? Wen Yin's eyes gradually closed. She didn't have an answer to this hypothetical question... herself.