That day, when she saw that Rong He had not contacted her for more than a week, she became sensitive and suspicious. When she came to Huang Man's house, she saw that the shirt she had mended for him personally was taken off in Huang Man's room, and Sun Yan was lying on the bed.
He was holding someone in his arms and calling Rong He's name.
She became furious and left in a hurry.
In fact, Sun Yan was drunk at the time, and all she had in her arms was a pillow.
Zeng Hui stubbornly believed that Rong He had betrayed her. Coupled with the accusations and pressure from her family, she could no longer bear it and left the capital.
Later, she encountered a disaster, and Yang Bai saved her life and took her home.
For the sake of the child in her belly, she agreed to marry Yang Bai, as long as he could treat the child as her own.
More than forty years of grievances stemmed from a misunderstanding, and Rong He never married or even became a monk because of her. How could she not feel grievances and regret?
"Hui Hui——"
Rong He looked at Zeng Hui's tears, which were like turning on a faucet, and his heart turned into mud, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only call her name.
"combining--"
Zeng Hui looked at Rong He and was finally willing to call him by his name.
Rong He was so excited that he wanted to reach out and take Zeng Hui's hand.
Zeng Hui withdrew her hand, but there was still a look of resistance on her face. She shook her head slightly and said, "Rong He, I am already someone else's wife."
Although her voice was not loud, it was like a hammer, hitting Rong He's heart hard.
He retracted his hand.
Yes, no matter what, Zeng Hui is still Yang Bai's wife.
At this time, Zeng Hui had regained her composure after an extremely intense emotional release, and there was a touch of coldness in her eyes.
This coldness, like a cold arrow, hurt Rong He's heart.
"Um."
He nodded slightly, "I'm so jealous of him."
Zeng Hui looked at him and stood up, "Rong He, I don't blame you anymore, but I also let you go. He and I have had a relationship of more than 40 years of raising children. This is not between you and me.
The passion between us can't be compared. I hope you can put me down, live the life you should live, and look for a woman who can better accompany you."
Ronghe saw the determination in her eyes and understood that she really couldn't come back to him.
"Okay, Huihui, take care. No matter who you are with, I will bless you and hope you can be happy."
Zeng Hui nodded, "Thank you, and I wish you happiness. Thank you for keeping me in your heart all these years."
After saying that, she lowered her head, picked up her sewing box, and walked out, never looking back again.
Rong He looked at her retreating back and sighed secretly.
"grandfather--"
Yang Zimei walked out, "Perhaps, this is the best ending. After more than forty years of separation, you are already different. If you are forced to be together, the remaining feelings and the good things in the past may be worn away."
Ronghe nodded, reached out and touched her head, "Yes, it's enough for me to have you. But, with your grandfather's temperament, how miserable will your grandma's life be in the future?"
"This is what she chose, right?"
Yang Zimei suddenly said, "Now I have completely understood one thing. No matter how bad the life she chooses, it is her own business. We others really don't need to pay extra attention to her."
"Um."
Rong He nodded, and the big stone of guilt in his heart was relieved.