But in fact, Gu Fenglin was not in his own carriage.
He and Mu Yunhan cuddled together, holding her tightly, letting her vent her grief and resentment in his arms.
Mu Yunhan cried for a long time, and his cotton robe was soaked.
He hugged her patiently and patted her back gently, like a parent comforting a sad child.
Mu Yunhan finally got tired of crying, and said with red and swollen eyes: "I am very useless. I think I am great, but in fact I am still very useless."
Gu Fenglin asked her to lie on his lap, took a handkerchief to cover her eyes, and said softly: "Then, wouldn't I be even more useless?"
Mu Yunhan said in a hoarse voice: "What? This matter has nothing to do with you."
Gu Fenglin said: "Back then, when my mother died and I was expelled from the family because of the stigma, I also felt very useless.
I stood on a high cliff, wondering if I should just fly down like a big bird. My life was such a failure and useless, but I couldn't bear to die.
Because I feel that this is not my fault. I should not bear it, but the evildoer should pay the price.
If it doesn’t work this year, then next year. If it doesn’t work next year, then the year after that. If it doesn’t work in ten years, if it doesn’t work in twenty years, if it doesn’t work in twenty years, then it will last a lifetime.”
"Look, I've survived until now."
Gu Fenglin smiled, holding Mu Yunhan's face, with tiny lights in his eyes.
Those are tears.
Mu Yunhan was in mourning. She hugged his neck tightly and pressed her face against his, not wanting to be separated from him for a moment.
At this moment, he and she depended on each other.
He understands her best.
Xiao's house in Tongren Lane is a private house with an ordinary appearance but exquisite luxury inside.
People were leaving in a hurry, and many valuables were still where they were before they could take them away.
But upon closer inspection, I couldn't find many clues.
That eight-treasure necklace is the most special.
Mu Yunhan didn't give up, she searched carefully in the main room.
I'm sure I haven't found any traces of adults' lives here.
Whether they are men or women, their traces can only be seen in the servants' rooms.
There are only traces of a girl's life in the main house.
She suddenly remembered the little girl she passed by in Xiangxue Tower.
This realization was unimaginable to her.
Gu Fenglin disagreed: "It's nothing. I was just a child when I was kicked out of my house."
The next thing to do is to find the real owner of this house.
This will take a lot of time and effort, but at least you have a direction.
Mu Yunhan was full of fighting spirit: "I have reached an agreement with Mrs. Meng. Next, I want to sort out the affairs between Ganzhou and Pucheng."
We can't let the Jiang family keep taking advantage of her, drinking her blood, and causing trouble for her.
It's time to deal with this matter.
Seeing that her mental state was much better, Gu Fenglin said, "Shall I treat you to dinner?"
We went to Chunfeng Tower.
Gu Fenglin had reserved a private room here for a long time. The shopkeeper personally received him and led him in through the back door. He didn't meet anyone on the way.
All the dishes served were vegetarian, which was because he understood her desire to observe filial piety for Aunt Guihua.
Mu Yunhan shed a lot of tears today, and couldn't help but blush again: "Why are you so nice to me?"
Gu Fenglin said calmly: "Have you been nice to you? I don't think so. Isn't this what it should be?"
Mu Yunhan couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You..."