Chen Xiang did not resist, but Fu Yanye hugged her from behind and said, "Ajian, it's okay."
"No, it's not good at all. If you let go of me, I'll beat him to death. He should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts."
"Okay, he will have someone to punish him. Calm down and let the mother-in-law hear it and it will be affected."
He hugged her, caressed her gently and comforted her.
"Who will punish him? You don't know how much blood Jasmine lost. She was dying, her pulse was weak, and her face was as white as paper. She said she didn't want to live anymore..."
Zhuo Jian looked at Chen Xiang's face and burst into tears.
Fu Yanye couldn't speak anymore and just hugged her tightly.
Chen Xiang believed that his crime was unforgivable. Shen Moli had stabilized not long after arriving at the hospital, but then she suddenly asked him to swear not to see Liang Yu again. He said that was unrealistic, and then reasoned with her, and then...
If it happened again, he would definitely say something to make her happy. How could he say those sensible and realistic words to her at this time?
Later, Shen Moli was sent to the ICU from the operating room. Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye left only after all the Chen family members arrived.
But Zhuo Jian was reluctant to speak on the way back. Fu Yanye looked at her in the rearview mirror several times but could not say a word.
He was actually very nervous now.
Did she remember something?
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling more and more nervous.
When they were approaching the apartment, Zhuo Jian said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see Cheng Tian."
"Okay, I'll call them and have them delivered to your apartment."
"I still want to see my son."
Zhuo Jian murmured.
"Okay, take it together."
Fu Yanye agreed and then called the people at the old house.
——
This weekend night was especially quiet.
In the past, Zhuo Jian was uncomfortable, and Wang Yue would never let the children be with her, but this time, she could not separate them.
The aunt stayed with Zhuo Jian to take care of Zhuo Jian and the children. However, in the old house, Wang Yue was extremely excited and asked Fu Yanye: "What if the children are infected at that age? Yes, a cold is a minor illness. , but ailments are not illnesses?”
Fu Yanye sat on the sofa in silence, touching the ring on her hand and thinking about Zhuo Jian when she came out of the operating room. During that time, there was no light in her eyes.
He thought that she must be remembering that bad night.
He failed to stay by her side that night, which caused her...
Fu Yanye escaped from the pain in time and heard Wang Yue ask him again, "Just say something. You don't care about my son. Your daughter is the apple of your eye. What do you think if my granddaughter gets a cold?" what would you do?"
"Mom, I don't care about anyone."
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at the man standing beside him who was anxious to get angry, and explained in a very cold and solemn way.
Wang Yue: "..."
He didn't speak all night, and she thought she was just complaining unilaterally.
Wang Yue sat down diagonally across from him, looked at him carefully, and asked, "What happened?"
"Shen Moli was born prematurely and almost died."
"What? But what does this have to do with you and your wife?"
Wang Yue was startled, but after thinking about it again, she still felt something was wrong.
It should have been okay, but Fu Yanye took a long time to speak and said: "Shen Moli is because of Liang Yu."
"Ah, so that's it."
Soon, Wang Yue himself thought of the past.
Is this a coincidence or fate?
When Wang Yue looked at his son again, he felt that this boy was really pitiful. He couldn't help but sit next to him and comforted him softly: "Don't think so much, it's all in the past."
