"Evidence, I want to see evidence. Otherwise, I will never believe your words!" Aunt Jie stood up from behind Tang Ning, walked up to Meng Yanchen, and looked directly into his eyes. What he said, she said
Do not believe.
She didn't believe that Tie Qing would do such a thing. No, Meng Yanchen must be escaping the blame.
How is it possible? No way!
Meng Yanchen took out a letter from his suit pocket with his left hand and handed it to Aunt Jie: "Aunt Jie, read it for yourself... This is a handwritten letter from Uncle Tang's father to my parents."
Quan Tieqing's eyes dimmed and he sat on the ground, his eyes falling on Aunt Jie.
Aunt Jie's hands trembled as she took the letter.
The paper from fifteen years ago was yellowish and brittle. When she unfolded the letter, familiar handwriting came into her sight. The strong strokes, horizontal bends and hooks, each stroke seemed like yesterday. This would not be the case.
There is a mistake, it is indeed Tang Qing's handwriting.
With hurried eyes, I read the letter to the last word.
The tears on her face had already fallen on the letter paper, and the writing was blurred. Tangning, who was standing next to her, saw the tears pouring on Aunt Jie's face, walked to her, took the letter paper in her hand, and started reading.
Soon, I finished reading it.
However, the letter also slipped from his hand.
"Quan Tieqing!" This time, he would never call him Uncle Tie.
The truth, what is the truth? It turns out that the initiator of all this was not the Meng family, but him who had grown up watching him... He respected him as a father, but it turned out that it was him who took away all his happiness.
His beautiful home was destroyed by him.
Hatred grew in his heart, and he actually regarded his real enemy as someone he respected. Fifteen years, a whole fifteen years!
What had he done? Deception, heartache, everything swept through his thoughts. At this moment, all he wanted was Quan Tieqing's life! Take his life to pay tribute to his father and Tang Xin.
"It turns out it's you! It's obviously you, but you made me think it was the Meng family that did it! I shouldn't have struggled for fifteen years, what I should have done long ago is to kill you!" His voice was heavy, his eyes were red, and all lines on his body were
All tight.
As he spoke, he raised his pistol and was about to shoot at Quan Tieqing.
Before he could lift it up, he was stopped by Aunt Jie.
"An Ning, no! You can't kill him!" Aunt Jie cried. She really didn't know what to do. However, her subconscious mind did not allow Tangning to kill Quan Tieqing.
"Mom, don't stop me. I must kill him! I hate his deception, everything he did to our Tang family, and Chu Qiao! I can't let him go!" Hatred grew wildly in my heart,
His eyes were already red.
"Can't, can't, just can't!" Aunt Jie shouted.
"Why?"
Aunt Jie struggled, almost speaking out about the secret buried in her heart.
"Xiaojie, you asked him to kill me! You can't talk about that matter!" Quan Tieqing closed his eyes and laughed softly. Bloodshot eyes were already oozing from the corners of his mouth. He had never wanted to do that in his lifetime.
He knows the secret.
That secret was too heavy for him.
Now, even if he dies, he doesn't want him to know.
"Xiaojie?" Tangning frowned: "Why do you call me mom like that? Who are you? It turns out that I thought you were a dog of the Tang family, but I never thought that you were never loyal to the Tang family. It's just
A white-eyed wolf. It was my father who underestimated you..."
Such words carry a deep sense of humiliation.
Sharper than a sword, Quan Tieqing aged several years in an instant. His body stooped, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared. After all, he cared about Tangning and his biological son.
"You can't say that about him!" It was Aunt Jie who spoke, her eyes widening.
"Mom, don't forget. It's him, and it's because of him that our Tang family is like this! Why do you keep speaking for him? What's wrong with you?" Tangning subconsciously wanted to push Aunt Jie away, and he wanted to kill her with her own hands.
Quan Tieqing.
His hatred for Quan Tieqing has long surpassed his hatred for the Meng family.
If fifteen years of hatred gave him the courage to live, then now it seems that God has made a joke.
However, Aunt Jie held his hand and prevented him from making any move.
"No, just can't! You can't!"
"Why?"
"..."
"Mom, what is it for?"
"Because he is your biological father!" Aunt Jie couldn't help but say it, but after saying it, she covered her face and started crying. What should she do? Her happiness was destroyed by Quan Tieqing, but
He was her lover. She wanted to take action, but found that she hated him, but was unable to do so. She was not willing to kill Tang Ning, after all, he was his biological father.
This sentence is like a bombshell.
Even Meng Yanchen's expression changed. Meng Yanxi, Xu Anran, and Gordon all looked at Tangning. What kind of secret was this, sealed in the dust of the past?
"You're lying... It's impossible! My father is Tang Qing, and my name is Tang Ning. How could this man be my father?" Tang Ning's eyes turned red and she clenched her fists: "Impossible!"
Quan Tieqing raised his head and slowly looked at Tangning.
If he doesn't know, he can pretend that he doesn't know, which is why he is so rude to himself. In such heartache, it can be regarded as a comfort to himself. But he knows, but hates himself, so what reason does he have to tell him?
Not sad yourself?
"Yes. He is your biological father. Thirty years ago, Tie Qing and I were a couple. At that time, I, Tie Qing and your father were college classmates. Your father pursued me, and his conditions were very favorable, but I liked him in my heart
Tie Qing was the only one. Even, at that time, I was pregnant with you. Tie Qing's family background was not good, and he hoped that I would agree to your father's pursuit and marry him. Then, everything he has will be given to you in the future! He
Everything I do is for you!"
At this point, this story has already taken shape. This secret has been buried under the radar for thirty years.
If it were not for an occasion like today, perhaps, it would have been buried for a longer time.
He already understands.
But, so what?
Quan Tieqing looked at Tang Ning, looked at his son, and softly called out: "A Ning..." He has called him Young Master since he was a child. His concern does not come from a father, but from a housekeeper. What he can give him is limited.
, but it was all he could give. He never thought of anything in return, he only hoped that he could have the best. This was just a little plea from a father.
"My name is not for you to call me!" Tang Ning's emotions were in confusion, her head had begun to lose its clarity, and all she could say were sinister words. Father, there was only one father in his mind, Tang Qing.
However, what he had to admit was that in his memory, there was still a man who always called him 'Master'...