After listening to these words, Liang Mufeng stared at her for a long time without saying a word, but her face had mostly darkened. Looking at the food on the table, she was still in the mood to eat. She pulled her collar irritably and stood up, "I'm going to take a shower."
Take a bath and eat by yourself."
As soon as the man left, her mood to commemorate her revenge suddenly disappeared. Looking at the empty kitchen, the sadness and loss in her heart grew bigger and bigger. A smile that was uglier than crying slowly appeared on her face. The next second, a smile appeared on her face.
With a ruthless wave of her hand, all the dishes on the table fell to the smooth floor.
Those spilled soups and broken dishes were mocking her all the time, mocking her current childish behavior. In his eyes, he was just a clown who only did this when forced into a desperate situation.
Liang Mufeng, why are you so calm? Why...
In the study room, Liang Mufeng had been standing like this since he came out of the bathroom, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his hand, and countless cigarette butts were already lying around his feet.
Time, like the hourglass flowing through the fingers, slides by ruthlessly but clearly.
Memorial and Liang Mufeng continued their cold war. Xu Xinwan's injuries almost recovered a month later and she was discharged from the hospital. However, the estrangement between them only increased as time went by.
Incidents and quarrels like last time have never stopped. In the Liang family mansion, there are only two atmospheres, either completely cold, or endlessly sharp. The latter usually only appears in Memorial and Xu Xinwan, usually
Xu Xinwan was the one who was stimulated. She always kept a sneer from the beginning to the end, and the few words she spoke could only be counted in single digits.
As long as nothing serious happened, Liang Mufeng would just pretend he hadn't seen it. However, things were far less stable than he imagined, until, at noon that day, Xiu Jiu received a call from the detective agency...
"Miss Ji? The result of the investigation you entrusted us to investigate last time has come to an end. Please come over when it's convenient for you."
When she received this call, Xu Xinwan was drinking tea in the garden. Her comfortable posture made her dazzled. Just as she was about to go out, she caught a glimpse of Liang Mufeng who suddenly came back from the company. They were both stunned when they saw each other.
The latter spoke first, "Where to go?"
Jiu Jiu held the leather bag in his hand, a little nervous, but his face was very calm, "It's not good to go out for a walk to avoid hospitalizing some popular people again."
Liang Mufeng took a deep breath and turned around her face, "Come back early before it's too late."
Memorial was not used to his tone, and was used to being a little more indifferent to each other. Without saying anything, he walked past him and left the villa.
After she completely disappeared from his eyes, Liang Mufeng looked away, with a complex look of exhaustion shining on his face.
If this time is the last time...
Memorial rushed to the detective agency and asked before he could take a breath, "Has the result been out?"
The person in charge of the detective agency nodded, took out a thick file from the drawer, and said, "Here are detailed information from that year. The three men in the photo had a very good relationship. They studied together in the United States and stayed together after graduation.
A ceramics company was established. Not long after the company was established, Ji Mingsheng won the first pot of gold because of his excellent design ability. The three of them each had their own abilities. Liang Jiming had rich social connections, and Wu Zonghe had a shrewd business mind. Originally, the three people had
Combined with this ceramic company, it should be better and better. However, due to Liang Jiming's confusion and the greed of his wife Xu Xinwan, the work just designed by Ji Mingsheng was registered as a trademark in his own name and resold to other businesses.
Since then, the relationship between the three people has broken down, and Liang Jiming chose to jump off the building because he regretted not to be caught by the police..."
The person in charge recounted the past events of 23 years ago in detail word for word. Memorial listened quietly without saying a word, completely like an outsider listening to the story, but only she knew that beneath her calm surface,
How turbulent and forbearing that heart is...
It took a lot of self-control for her not to break down her strong pretense.
Her husband, the person she once trusted the most, turned out to have lived a life of twenty-eight years wearing a mask. His success, his elegance, his step-by-step approach, and his ability to cover the sky with one hand were all due to the bloody feud behind him.
The driving force that supported him to keep moving forward, he had endured it for many years, and deliberately approached her, all for today, to see her family destroyed...
Should she cry?
No, she couldn't cry at all. The tears had already dried up and there were no more.
Finally, she walked out of the detective agency almost numbly. It was clear that the weather was fine when she came just now, but now it was drizzling. The weather in Y City is like this. It can change at any time, especially as it approaches winter.
The weather has changed, you can hide in the house, but your heart has changed, your people have changed, how can you go back to the beginning?
The clothes on her body became damp and cold bit by bit, but she didn't feel anything at all. She just hoped that it would be best if she froze to death, so that she wouldn't have to bear anything.
But God wants her to live so clearly and profoundly, does he want her to live to witness his success, haha...
She ate and laughed silently.
On the main road of the city, she ran like crazy, ignoring the rush of traffic. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. She couldn't tell whether the tears on her face were tears or rain, but she couldn't wipe them away. More and more...
Finally, she was tired from running and could no longer run. She was exhausted. She lay on the railing and suddenly vomited. Her stomach was churning. She felt so uncomfortable, but she couldn't vomit anything out.
Late at night, she dragged her exhausted body back to Liang's house. The villa was already dark, and Liang Mufeng's car was not seen in the garage. She smiled faintly in the darkness and walked up step by step with sticky steps.
On the third floor, the room with Xu Xinwan...
Fragments of fragments kept flashing through my mind:
The first time she met him in France, the first time she spent her birthday with him, the first time she heard him say marry me, the first time she was betrayed, the first time she was heartbroken, the first time she was desperate, the first time she knew what it meant...
...heartbreaking.
He was involved in all her crying and laughing. He was the one who pulled her out of the nightmare with his own hands, and it was he who pushed her into hell with his own hands.
She should hate and destroy such a man, but why does it still hurt her so much and care so much?
Xu Xinwan sleeps very deeply. Recently, due to psychological depression, the doctor suggested giving her some mild sleeping pills to help her sleep, so she sleeps very deeply now.
This is her best chance. If she can't hurt anyone, at least this woman, she can't bear that she is still alive and well. She picks up the knife in her hand and just cuts it gently like this, using force...
A trace of laughter spread from the corner of her mouth, gradually deepening, blending into the deep night, looking so weird and enchanting...