In the end, Wen Yin brought Leng Xiaohui to his tombstone.
Although he did not get his father's "permission", it has been so long, and perhaps his father is also thinking about meeting Leng Xiaohui. Otherwise, the sisters will not be attracted by some secret, and they will be together.
They started to become friends, but now, they are love rivals.
From being friends, to learning that they are half-sisters, to now being at odds with each other, their relationship is hard to repair. Their relationship is really getting more ridiculous and ironic...
"Call me Dad. If there is a spirit in heaven, I think Dad can hear you calling him."
Wen Yin placed the flowers neatly in front of the tombstone and said softly, with helplessness hidden in her tone.
At the same time, I suddenly remembered the scene of her impulsive suicide here that day. Thinking back on it, my heart suddenly felt "midwinter".
"But, I don't know if he is willing to admit me." A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Leng Xiaohui's lips.
If he had been willing to admit that she was his Wen Weihao's daughter, then none of this would have happened today.
"After so many things, I believe Dad must be looking forward to your appearance. You are his daughter. This is an understandable fact. Which parent does not feel sorry for their children?"
Even if his children continue to be disobedient and poor, it is his blood that flows through his body. This family affection, this blood relationship cannot be let go, and he will instinctively feel distressed and reluctant to let go...
Moreover, hearing Leng Xiaohui talk about her childhood yesterday, Wen Yin couldn't help but feel sad.
While she was enjoying the joy of childhood, she didn't know that somewhere, she had a younger sister who was all alone...
Leng Xiaohui's throat suddenly tightened, a little painful, but she still squeezed out a word from her throat, "Dad..."
As the voice escaped, Leng Xiaohui's tears fell down.
"Dad...Dad..." With a voice full of pain, she called Wen Weihao continuously, as if she wanted to call out all the names that had been absent from her life for so many years, and call them all at once.
Every word she spoke reached Wen Yin's ears, causing her deep pain, and finally severe pain. Such miserable sounds made her suddenly feel that she owed Leng Xiaohui something.
She makes troubles, goes crazy, and frames people. Perhaps, it all comes from her loneliness. She is afraid of losing, she is afraid of being alone, and no one is by her side. She has had enough of this lonely and lonely life. So.
, she keeps trying to snatch something from others, and it seems that her psychology has become somewhat distorted...
Wen Yin glanced at Leng Xiaohui quietly from the side. At this moment, all the hatred and anger towards her became lighter.
Perhaps, behind everyone there is sadness and pain that cannot be resolved, but everyone deals with it in a different way...
Leng Xiaohui got closer to Wen Weihao's portrait, gently flicking his photo with her fingertips and wiping it gently, "Dad, actually, I also really want to be like Wen Yin, obedient, sensible, and be a very good person."
My well-behaved daughter, but you didn’t even give me a chance..."
Her voice was very soft, seeming to contain complaints and accusations, but it was not thick, just floating lightly.
Who else would still harbor hatred for a dead person?
In the end, Wen Yin couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned around and turned her back to Leng Xiaohui, not to look at her desolate face, but also to give her some space to talk to her dad about what was in her heart.
"Did you hear me calling you? If you hear it, you will appear in my dream..."
Leng Xiaohui's voice became lower and lower, her words were choked with sobs, and she wiped the tears on her face, but another wave of tears filled her eyes and kept pouring.
For a long time, Leng Xiaohui didn't speak anymore. She just curled up in front of the tombstone, as if she was quietly enjoying the father's love she had been looking forward to.
Imagine that if she and Wen Yin both grew up in the Wen family, who would dad love more? It should be Wen Yin. After all, she is better than her in everything, and she is also likeable, unlike her...
Leng Xiaohui glanced at Wen Yin, unspeakable melancholy and sadness gathered in her chest.
"Let's go." After a while, Leng Xiaohui said.
Wen Yin turned around and quickly wiped away the tears that escaped from her eyes, "You should go first, I want to stay here for a while."
She still had something to say to him...
Leng Xiaohui nodded and left.
Standing on the mountain, staring at Leng Xiaohui's gradually blurring back, Wen Yin burst into tears even more.
"I used to hate her very much, especially when she framed me again and again. I even blamed you for how you could have such a disaster with Qi Susu? But when I saw her current appearance, I realized that I didn't understand
We can't imagine her, her suffering, her pain, let alone share it for her. No matter how many wrong things she has done, she is pitiful..."
However, she must not show this kind of pity and sympathy in front of Leng Xiaohui. She is a strong-tempered person and would rather others scold her than need others to be full of sympathy for her.
And should she also withdraw from this torturous "love triangle" so that Leng Xiaohui and Leng Jingtian can finally get married?
Even though Leng Xiaohui is the daughter of the Wen family, she does not carry hatred for Leng Jingtian, but is grateful. Therefore, they can be together without any hindrance...
"Dad, please bless Xiaohui and Leng Jingtian to be together, and please let my relationship with Leng Jingtian end here..."
Speaking of "the end", her heart ached vaguely.
Reluctance... a deep reluctance, but her reluctance could bring Leng Xiaohui happiness and make up for her unhappiness in childhood. She felt that what she did was right.
Moreover, she cannot be with Leng Jingtian. A marriage where love and hate are intertwined cannot last forever.
Wen Yin bowed deeply in front of his grave and said goodbye...
On the way out of the cemetery, Wen Yin felt like her breathing was suffocating.
The deep pain weighed on her body, as if there was never a way out...
"Beep, beep, beep..." The siren sounded rapidly behind her, but she was immersed in her own thoughts and did not hear the warning at all.
When she heard it, she saw the car behind her speeding toward her. She couldn't react for a moment. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground, and the car braked suddenly only one meter away from her.
The people in the car also jumped up suddenly and fell back to their original seats, with a violent shock.
"Hey, miss, are you deaf?" The driver pressed down the window and stretched out his head, his voice full of reproach.
Wen Yin fell to the ground, her knees hurt from the knock. Due to the violent friction with the ground, traces of blood began to ooze from her knees.
The driver's voice caused her eyes to shift from her knees to the car.
The car is an expensive Audi R8. The silver body reflects the brilliance under the bright sun, making it extremely dazzling and eye-catching.
Someone who can afford to drive such an expensive sports car must be of extraordinary status, but why is the person driving the car of such caliber?
Wen Yin frowned out of habit. Although she felt unhappy in her heart, she still chose silence out of habit.
She stood up from the ground with great effort, her palms and knees were stinging, and there was bright red blood. The blood was not much, but it looked particularly shocking against the pure white dress she was wearing.
"Hey, are you really deaf? Our young master has something urgent to do, please get out of the way."
The driver continued to yell.
The road leading to the cemetery was relatively narrow, so she had to stand up and give way to allow cars to pass...
No matter how loud the driver's voice was, she still didn't have the same level of experience as her. He had seen a lot of such people, so it was no wonder. When walking on the street, there were many people like this who relied on others' power.
If he has something urgent, others will have something slow, right?
However, she was in no mood to argue with him now. The more she argued, the more trouble she would get into.
Wen Yin staggered, her legs were a bit stiff and she limped to one side...
"**, go down and take a look. Did anyone get hurt? If so, pay for the medical expenses." A man's steady and powerful voice came from the back seat. This voice was extremely mellow and had a pleasant magnetism, but
Not immature at all, strong and powerful, as if he has the spirit of a leader.
This sound... faintly passed through the driver's window and reached Wen Yin's ears.
Could this be the young master the driver calls him respectfully? It seems that he is of better quality than this driver.
"No, I'm fine."
Wen Yin said coldly. She considered herself unlucky. She forgot to bring her ears when she went out today...so she deserved to be knocked down. She was lucky not to be run over by the speed just now.
The man in the back seat was checking the documents in his hand before the emergency brake. After the brake shock, his eyes were still on it, as if the big things were not as important as the information in his hand.
It's enough to show his calmness...
The man also heard Wen Yin's voice, which was as clear and moist as spring water, but also full of stubbornness.
"You ungrateful woman! It's okay! Go away!" The driver originally opened the door, but when he heard Wen Yin's reply, he closed the door with a bang.
Wen Yin's eyes widened angrily, this person was simply too unreasonable.
However, the more unreasonable people you meet are a waste of time...
"**..."
The man in the back seat lowered his voice, which was full of implications.
The driver also shut up.
"Let's drive." He ordered. At this time, he also put down the documents in his hands with a deep voice.
The dazzling sports car started to drive, and Wen Yin's slightly thin figure was reflected in the rearview mirror. She was dressed in a flowing white dress, like an angel falling from the mortal world. She was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away...
"Stop the car and back up."
Suddenly, the cold voice of the man in the back seat came...