Shen Huaizhou sat by the bed, wrapped her in a windbreaker, "I'll take you to find your mother."
Zhong Lingyu, who was rarely well-behaved, grabbed his arm and left the hospital with him.
He drove and took her to a cemetery.
The air was filled with burnt dust, and Zhong Lingyu said timidly: "Why did you bring me here?"
She retreated step by step, unwilling to accept reality.
Shen Huaizhou can understand her.
It was hard for him to accept the loss of his mother, let alone her.
However, people always have to look forward. There are some ups and downs that cannot be overcome by relying on others.
Shen Huaizhou held her waist and pushed her forward a few steps.
Zhong Lingyu was forced to stand in front of a tombstone.
Mother's name is engraved on the tombstone.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly hugged the tombstone tightly and cried loudly.
The drizzle of rain hit the tombstone.
The mist was washed away by the rain and gradually dispersed.
After an unknown amount of time, the mournful cries subsided as the sound of rain stopped.
Zhong Lingyu stumbled up while holding on to the tombstone, then fell unconscious again.
When he woke up again, Zhong Lingyu was in a trance.
There is the sound of tractors and grunts vibrating in my ears.
Drowsily, he raised his hand and touched it, feeling furry on his palm.
"Meow——" the kitten meowed softly.
Only then did Zhong Lingyu realize that he was going home.
The bungalow at No. 14 Hongbei Street is the home of her and her mother.
It's just so cold!
Mother took away all the warmth from the house.
She has no mother anymore.
Zhong Lingyu buried her face, and the pillow soon became wet.
Someone pushed open the door and came in.
Soon, Zhong Lingyu fell into the man's arms.
The familiar scent of soap is refreshing and slightly cool.
She raised her eyes and saw the man's handsome and profound face, very close at hand.
Shen Huaizhou took her out of the quilt, "Are you crying again?"
Zhong Lingyu held back her tears and said, "Thank you, Marshal, for finding a cemetery for my mother. I will pay you back."
"What are you talking about?" Shen Huaizhou scolded in displeasure.
However, she was extremely pitiful, her eyes were washed clear by tears, like an abandoned milk dog.
The fire in my heart was extinguished instantly.
He sighed and hugged her tightly, "From now on, you can stay here with peace of mind, and it will be convenient for me to see you."
Zhong Lingyu pushed him away with force and glared, "I will not be your mistress."
"Not a mistress." Shen Huaizhou denied.
"If she has no title, she is not a mistress, so what is she?"
Shen Huaizhou smiled, "If you want a status, I will find a way to give you one."
Find a way to give?
Zhong Lingyu sneered, saying it was far-fetched.
In the final analysis, even if she is given this title, she is not a wife, but a concubine at best.
And she is still a shady concubine.
There is no difference between her and her mistress.
Her mother once told her that she should be a married woman.
As a married woman, you need to get married to your beloved man.
She would never like Shen Huaizhou, and he never respected her.
Besides, Shen Huaizhou couldn't give her what she wanted.
He is not her lover.
"The title is just red tape and nothing." Shen Huaizhou continued, "You just need to know that I will be your support from now on."
"You are not." Zhong Lingyu looked directly at him, "My only support is my mother."
She turned her back and lay down, her back so thin that it made people feel distressed.
Shen Huaizhou stroked her shoulder, "You will figure it out sooner or later."
"That day will never come." Zhong Lingyu retorted in a muffled voice.
The two confronted each other silently, and then quickly disappeared.
There was gradually no movement behind him, and Shen Huaizhou didn't know where he went.
Zhong Lingyu held the cat in her arms, and her mother's voice and smile were all in her mind.
She went downstairs to her mother's room to collect her belongings.
In a big box, there are winter clothes made for her by her mother, one after another, simple in style, but very soft.
Like mother's hands.
Zhong Lingyu huddled in the corner, holding her cotton coat and crying.
Tired of crying, she lay on the bed and slept.
Half asleep and half awake, I could smell the light fragrance of my mother, as if she was still acting coquettishly in her mother's arms.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.
Cruelly pulling Zhong Lingyu out of his sweet dream.
Zhong Lingyu touched the dampness on his face and was in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses.
She wiped away her tears and opened the door to go out.
The one who knocked on the door was the guard who worked for her last time.
The guard saluted and whispered: "Miss Zhong, Mrs. Chen's daughter has been found."
Zhong Lingyu's body trembled and her breathing became unsteady, "Where are you?"
"It was just fished out of the river at the dock city bridge. It had been drowned for many days and the body was soaked."
A chill ran down Zhong Lingyu's spine.
"And this, I found it on Mrs. Chen's daughter." The guard took out a button from his pocket, "She kept it in her pocket."
Zhong Lingyu took the button.
This is a pearl button, round and full, and of the highest quality.
Sister-in-law Chen's family is from an average family and it is impossible for her to have such a thing.
She likes pearl buttons, and she suddenly thinks of a person: Mu Denglan!
Mu Denglan likes pearls very much. No matter what she wears, there is always the shadow of pearls.
The mess gradually straightened into a line, and flashed through his mind: Mu Denglan threatened to take the life of Mrs. Chen's daughter, forcing Mrs. Chen to drug her and kill her mother. He also arranged for the drugstore clerk to pretend to make up something like warm-blooded grass and lure her up the mountain, trying to push her off the cliff...
Although there is no evidence, Mu Denglan is the only one who hates the mother and daughter to the core. She has harmful motives.
Zhong Lingyu's eyes flashed with overwhelming hatred, and she suppressed her words: "Excuse me, don't tell anyone these things."
She used money to silence the guard.
Then I ate a few bites of food and went upstairs to pack my luggage.
When Shen Huaizhou came back in the evening, the bungalow was empty.
He frowned and went upstairs and opened the bedroom door.
Just as Zhong Lingyu was about to come out, she almost bumped into him.
She took two steps back in shock.
Shen Huaizhou's eyes were fixed on the rattan leather box in her right hand.
He looked around again. The bedroom was spotlessly clean and deserted as if no one had lived there.
With restlessness on his brows, he forced her back to the corner, "What are you going to do?"
Zhong Lingyu said: "This was the house you gave me, and the gold and silver. I locked it in the warehouse. I also put the money for my mother's burial in it. Counting the cats, I will return them to you." , you just send someone to count them."
"You want to leave?" Shen Huaizhou's smile turned cold.
Zhong Lingyu's back was stiff, "I found this house to recuperate my mother. Now that my mother has passed away, I have no reason to stay here."
Shen Huaizhou clamped her hands and said grimly: "What do you think this is, a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
The rattan leather box hit the ground hard, and the clothes were scattered everywhere.
Zhong Lingyu was furious, "I'm not your pet. Wherever I go is my freedom and you have no control over it."
Shen Huaizhou's eyes darkened. He was silent for a while, then held her shoulders and threw her onto the bed.
The bed was very soft and the fall did not hurt. When Zhong Lingyu realized what she was doing, Shen Huaizhou was already standing at the door of the bedroom.
He said in a deep voice: "You are too sad, I won't care about you, just reflect on it here."
The door slammed shut.
When Zhong Lingyu rushed over, he had already locked the door from the outside.
She yelled angrily, "You bastard Shen Huaizhou, open the door!"
