When Ye Qian rushed to Ji Mengqing's home, he saw Ji Mengqing lying naked in the bathtub. There was a deep wound on his wrist. The blood had solidified and the water in the bathtub had been stained with blood.
Red. Ye Qian sighed slightly and went over to check her pulse, but there was no heartbeat.
Bengbeng was trembling all over and her face was filled with tears. This poor child witnessed such a scene with her own eyes. I am afraid that it will cause great psychological trauma to her in the future. Ye Qian slowly hugged Bengbeng and took out the phone to make a call.
Gave it to the funeral home.
"Uncle, what's wrong with mom? Mom, don't you want to jump?" Bengbeng's childish voice was full of panic and sadness of losing a loved one.
Ye Qian didn't know how to comfort the poor child, so he picked her up and said, "Mom has gone to another world. There is no pain or sadness there, only happiness and peace."
Bengbeng didn't understand. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Ye Qian, thinking about what kind of world it would be. Obviously, at a young age, she didn't know that after death, there is only a cup of loess, and there is no other world.
Walking into the bedroom, there was a letter on the dressing table, which was a suicide note. Even Ye Qian's last sympathy for Ji Mengqing disappeared after seeing this suicide note. No matter what, as Bengbeng's mother,
You shouldn't have chosen such an ending, which makes Bengbengqing so embarrassed. What kind of torture it would be to abandon such a young child alone in this world.
The general content of the suicide note was that Ji Mengqing was defrauded of money and sex by that man, and all her property fell into that man's pocket. She was sorry for Bengbeng, and she had no face to live in this world. Ye Qian's eyes burst out with emotion.
With a strong murderous intention, Ji Mengqing's ending can only be regarded as self-inflicted, but that man is absolutely unforgivable. Everything about Ji Mengqing should belong to Bengbeng and no one can take it away.
Not long after, the funeral home's car came and took Ji Mengqing's body away. Ye Qian glanced at Bengbeng and said, "Bengbeng, will you live with your uncle from now on, okay?"
Bengbeng blinked and looked at Ye Qian, then asked: "What about mom? Does mom also live with uncle?"
Ye Qian smiled bitterly and said: "Mom doesn't live with uncle. Mom went to heaven, and she will protect Bengbeng there."
"But what should I do if I miss my mother?" Bengben's red eyes couldn't help but shed tears. Maybe this smart child already knew what was going on, but she just didn't want to accept this fact.
"When you miss your mother, just look up at the stars in the sky at night. Those are your mother's eyes. She is looking at Bengbeng." Ye Qian is obviously not good at lying. He really doesn't know what kind of language he can use.
Go comfort this poor child.
Bengbeng seemed to understand, and looked at Ye Qian. In Ye Qian's arms, her weak body finally slowly stopped trembling. Perhaps, Ye Qian's arms gave her a strong sense of security, giving her a sense of grasping.
It feels like relying on me. "Uncle, Bengbeng doesn't have a father. Bengbeng wants to have a father. Can Bengbeng call him uncle and dad?" Bengbeng looked at Ye Qian with expectant eyes and said.
Ye Qian was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, then you will call me daddy. As long as daddy is here, no one can bully you anymore."
"Dad!" Bengbeng called out sweetly. This word was so strong in Bengbeng's mind, and it also made Ye Qian feel a sense of responsibility. However, Ye Qian did not regret it. This poor child should have
In a happy future, Ye Qian also believed that he could create a glorious path for Bengbeng. However, no matter what, he could not make up for the psychological trauma caused to her by Ji Mengqing's death in front of Bengbeng.
Ye Qian smiled slightly and walked out with Bengbeng in his arms. As soon as he reached the door, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in with an enchanting girl in his arms. That man was exactly
The man Ye Qian saw with Ji Mengqing last time was Zhao Nanhao. Ye Qian frowned slightly, and a murderous intention surged up.
The enchanting girl glanced at Ye Qian and Bengbeng, leaned into Zhao Nanhao's ear, and said, "Honey, who are these people? Didn't you say this is your home?"
"Of course this is my home, I just drive them away." Zhao Nanhao said. After saying that, he glanced at Ye Qian arrogantly and said: "Are you that bitch's man? Just take this unlucky child and get out. Then
My wife has transferred all her property, including the property of this house, to me during her lifetime, which means that I will be the owner of this house from now on."
Ye Qian frowned and was about to speak when Bengbeng suddenly jumped off him, rushed in front of Zhao Nanhao, grabbed his arm and bit him hard. Zhao Nanhao was in pain and shook him hard.
He opened the door and slapped him down. Ye Qian snorted coldly and kicked Zhao Nanhao hard, immediately kicking Zhao Nanhao out of the door.
"Ah?" the enchanting girl screamed, looked at Ye Qian in horror, and said: "You... why are you hitting people?" After saying that, she hurriedly ran to Zhao Nanhao and helped him up.
Zhao Nanhao walked up to Ye Qian and said angrily: "You dare to hit me?"
Ye Qian sneered and said, "You should first consider whether you have the life to spend the money." After saying that, he picked up Bengbeng and walked out. After all, he was in front of Bengbeng, and Ye Qian didn't want her to see it.
That bloody scene is definitely not good for her growth.
"Dad, he's the one who beats Mom and Bengbeng all day long, and Bengbeng hates him." After leaving the door, Bengbeng still twisted and looked at Zhao Nanhao, and there was a kind of terrible hatred in his childish eyes. This kind of look,
When Ye Qian looked at it, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. Is this the look a young child should have? Perhaps, this child already knows that his mother is dead, and that his mother died because of Zhao Nanhao.
Ye Qian had a vague feeling that Bengbeng would definitely be a terrifying figure in the future.
After taking Bengbeng back to Song Ran's villa, Song Ran hadn't come back yet. Ye Qian smiled slightly at Bengbeng and said, "You watch TV first, and I'll cook, okay?"
Bengbeng nodded without saying anything. There was still a touch of deep hatred and sadness in his eyes. These were not the eyes that a child should have.
Ye Qian sighed silently and walked into the kitchen.
At about six o'clock in the evening, Song Ran came back and saw a child sitting in the living room at home. She couldn't help but be slightly stunned. After changing her shoes, she walked to sit next to Bengbeng. Song Ran smiled slightly and said,
Said: "Kid, what is your name?"
Bengbeng blinked, turned to look at Song Ran, and said, "Bengbeng, sister, are you dad's girlfriend?"
"Dad?" Song Ran was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise, "Who is your father?"
"Sister Ran, you're back. Just wait, it'll be fine in a while." At this time, Ye Qian poked his head out of the kitchen, smiled and said.
Song Ran suddenly realized that the father Bengbeng was talking about was referring to Ye Qian, but when did Ye Qian have such a big daughter? Ye Qian has been staying abroad, and he will definitely not have a daughter in China. "You hope?
Will sister be your father's girlfriend?" Song Ran smiled and asked.
"Sister is so beautiful. If she were Bunbeng's mother, Bunbeng would love her very much," said Bengbeng.
A happy smile broke out on Song Ran's face, she touched Bengbeng's head and said, "Bengbeng is also very beautiful." Women like to be told that they are beautiful, even if it is said by a child.
It still made her very happy.
Ye Qian quickly prepared the meal, an authentic Caribbean set meal. The three of them ate their dinner happily like a family of three.
Ye Qian had never tried to take care of a child, but Bengbeng was very obedient. After dinner, Song Ran took Bengbeng to take a bath, and the little girl went to bed consciously. Ye Qian and Song Ran sat in the living room.
In the meantime, Ye Qian briefly explained the matter. After listening to it, Song Ran just sighed slightly, feeling that this girl Bengbeng was really pitiful.
Early the next morning, Zhao Nanhao was found dead at his home. All the property he obtained from Ji Mengqing was signed and left to Bengbeng. Bengbeng was under the age of eighteen, so he was temporarily left to Ye
Qian was responsible for the custody. Zhao Nanhao's death was exactly the same as Ji Mengqing's. He was lying in the bathtub, with a deep wound on his wrist, and he bled to death. However, the criminal investigation department still found out through on-site investigation that it was not suicide.
It was a homicide, but there was no clue who the murderer was.
After handling Ji Mengqing's funeral, Ye Qian took Bengbeng back to his father's house. He was busy with things, and Song Ran had to manage the Haotian Group and had no time to take care of Bengbeng. It happened that his father had always wanted to have a grandson, and Bengbeng
Bengbeng was temporarily given to his father to take care of him. The old man was very happy when he saw the little girl. The little girl's mouth was also very sweet. She called him grandpa with every mouthful. After Ye Qian told his father about Bengbeng's life experience,
, the father's wrinkled face was full of pity, and he sighed deeply. Ye Qian believed that the father would take care of Bengbeng as his own granddaughter, just like he used to treat himself as his own.
Like a son.
After discussing with Bengbeng, Ye Qian changed her name to Ye Lin, the same surname as Ye Qian. However, no one expected that more than ten years later, this girl named Ye Lin would become sh
The city's famous Bamboo Leaf Green, everyone in black and white is in awe of her. This is a later topic, let's not mention it for now. (Please see 2 for details!)
After handling these matters, Ye Qian also devoted all his energy to dealing with Dongxiang Group. Dongxiang Group's demolition work encountered some small resistance. Because the demolition and resettlement fees were too low, those old
The residents in the urban area were unwilling to move out, and the demolition work reached a deadlock for a while.