Jiang Zimo's expression showed displeasure, and she corrected him: "Wrong, if we say first come, first served, he should be first. Qingzhen, you have been abroad for seven years, and we have never seen each other again in these seven years."
Face. You have your world, and I have my life. Bai Yanbing is my first man. I will forgive him, not because he asks for my forgiveness. But because ----- I tell the truth
You, because I found out that I still love him. For me, the only reason that really allows me to let go of hatred and resentment, to accept a person and a relationship again, is love. Without this, no matter what
Whatever he does for me, I will never look back."
The stubbornness and determination on her face made Murong Qingzhen's face darken. He stared at her straightly for a while, then laughed: "What about me? Ah Zi, you still love him, so may I ask?
Doesn't it always mean nothing in your heart? Don't you ever love me? Huh?"
Seeing Jiang Zimo lowered his head and remained silent, he continued: "In the past two years, I have tried my best to find your whereabouts. I don't believe that you are really dead. I restored Jiang Zimo's whereabouts for you.
My dear, every year during the Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, I go to the graves of your parents to pay homage to you. I carve your name into the Murong family’s ancestral hall. In my heart, you are my married wife. I love you.
, even though I have hurt you before, haven't you also plotted against me? Ah Zi, are you really so cruel?"
Murong Qingzhen's voice suddenly became low, and she subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette. Then she remembered that Jiang Zimo didn't like it, so she threw it aside.
Jiang Zimo didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
"The situation at that time was so chaotic and I was under so much pressure that I didn't calm down and think about your feelings. After you left, I had time to dig out the past and think about it seriously. The more I thought about it, I felt like I was
It's so wrong. I know that if I didn't force you to marry me at that time and didn't want to destroy your memory, and if I could not care about those things before, you would have accepted me, right?"
"Azi, everything I have done to you has always been about my love. Don't you really understand?"
"I once thought that when I was pregnant and you were running around for me, at that time, I really thought that I would be with you for the rest of my life." Jiang Zimo said while taking a sip of wine.
She lost her appetite and signaled the waiter to take the food away.
"But then my child was gone, and my heart died along with it. Qingzhen, even if you came to tell me today that you said you were not Murong Yuanhong's biological son, you still call him daddy, right?
Is it? It was him who killed my child. I think you should not deny this?"
Murong Qingzhen sighed and lowered his eyes. He nodded and said: "I--I never told you about this matter. For this, I once had a fight with him. That is, from that time on,
He no longer appears on the company's board of directors. Ah Zi, at that time I thought the child in your belly was my flesh and blood. Even now that I know the truth, I still feel that I have always had something to do with you in this matter.
I owe you. Please believe in you. If I could do it all over again, even if I knew that the child was Bai Yanbing's, I would keep him because----that is your child, your flesh and blood. Maybe I would
I don’t like him, but I don’t want you to be hurt like that because of it.”
Murong Qingzhen spoke in an understatement, but Jiang Zimo fully understood what a painful struggle he had for himself between love and family back then.