"Zhenrong, didn't you agree with me last night? Feifei came today and told him the truth. Why don't you dare to tell him now? That incident has tortured you for so long, just tell Feifei." Zhu Xiaoya hugged Ye Zhenrong's
Shoulder.
Ye Zhenrong looked at Zhu Xiaoya, his voice choked with sobs, "I...I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Feifei will hate you? You are not that bad person. Feifei has her own judgment. Don't be afraid. Just tell me. Didn't the psychiatrist also say that as long as you tell these things, you will feel better and you will stop doing it?
What a nightmare." Zhu Xiaoya said softly.
Ye Zhenrong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said as if he was cruel, "Feifei, please accept my apology."
Ye Feifei was a little confused by the two people in front of her. She smiled faintly and said warmly: "You have to tell me what it is, so that I can decide whether I should forgive you or not."
Ye Zhenrong picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said, "Feifei, do you still remember that I had a high fever when I was six years old and lost my memory?"
Ye Feifei shook her head. She couldn't remember such a long time ago.
In fact, it's not that she can't remember, but she was so immersed in the pain of losing her mother that she didn't even notice what was going on around her.
"If you don't remember, I will tell you slowly. I lost my memory after having a fever, but I often had nightmares. Ye Wenbo took me to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said that I had psychological problems and suggested that I be separated from my family. This is
The reason why Ye Wenbo sent me to a private school. Later, when I was thirteen years old, I had a fever again, and the previously lost memories came back. I remembered what I saw, and my whole body trembled with fear.
I came back to find Ye Wenbo, and he said I was crazy, and even discussed sending me to a mental health center with my biological mother. I was treated as a mentally ill and was imprisoned for seven years! Feifei, can you imagine that kind of life?" Ye Zhenrong said.
The more excited he gets.
Seeing that Ye Zhenrong was too excited, Zhu Xiaoya hurried in to find a tranquilizer.
"Brother, I can imagine. Don't get excited. Can you tell me what exactly you thought of?" Ye Feifei asked calmly.
Ye Zhenrong covered his face with his hands and cried in pain, "I...I...I saw the crime scene!"
"What do you mean? What crime scene?" Ye Feifei had a bad feeling.
Ye Zhenrong wiped away his tears, stood up from the chair, and then knelt down in front of Ye Feifei with a plop, "Feifei, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I saw them killing your mother, and the two of them killed your mother with their own hands!"
"Who are you talking about?" Ye Feifei's heart was hit hard by something, and she felt heavy.
"It's Ye Wenbo and his assistant Sang Qing." Ye Zhenrong answered.
"Ye Wenbo and Sang Qing?" Ye Feifei covered her chest.
"Yes, that night I sleepwalked into your mother's room. I got under the bed, and when I woke up, I heard that Sang Qing was about to violence your mother. Then Ye Wenbo came in. Ye Wenbo beat your mother and knocked her
Pulling her off the bed, he kicked her hard. He even asked Sang Qing to kick her too.
Your mother begged them not to do anything again. She said she was in pain now and couldn't live any longer. But Ye Wenbo kept scolding her as a bitch and said she deserved to die! He tried harder with each one, and finally kicked your mother.
She was vomiting blood. I don't know how long they kicked her. When I crawled out from under the bed, your mother had already passed away. Her eyes were so wide open and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked very painful!
Feifei, they beat your mother to death with their own hands! It was Sang Qing and Ye Wenbo who beat your mother to death with their own hands!"