The woman was dressed in black casual clothes, as if she wanted to hide herself in a corner where no one could see her.
High heels made a rhythmic sound in the long and narrow corridor.
She walked straight to the door of the ward at the end of the corridor and stood there for half a second.
His slender white fingers pushed open the closed door of the ward.
The woman sighed deeply, thinking about how she would face the people in the room.
"You...why are you here?"
Mu Airu was in a bad mood just now and was tied to the bedside.
Her eyes were full of fear, and she was obviously afraid of the person standing at the door.
Jiang Gardenia's pupils narrowed slightly and she took a few steps closer.
"Miss Mu, do you still remember her?"
After saying that, she took out a photo from her bag.
The woman in the photo has picturesque eyebrows and two bright eyes staring at her.
Mu Airu's eyes suddenly widened and she struggled desperately: "Get away!"
"What a dirty thing! Get it away!"
A sharp look flashed in Jiang Zhizi's eyes, and he grabbed her chin.
Force her to look at the person in the photo.
"You've been lying to me this whole time!"
"Actually, you've already emptied all the organs from her body, right?"
Jiang Zhizi's pupils were full of murderous intent, which showed that the woman in front of her would not regret her death.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you, your family members are all..."
"died."
She lowered her back and almost whispered the two words in her ear.
"I did it."
After saying this, Jiang Gardenia threw the photo of Jiang Xiaowan on her bedside.
Left without looking back.
VIP ward
Zhuli was helping Jing Huaizhi pack his belongings. After a period of recovery, his injury had healed.
Just as they were preparing to leave the hospital, the cell phone they had put aside rang.
The back of the cold white hand naturally curled up.
"Are you discharged from the hospital?"
"It's my mom's birthday today, are you coming?"
Du Jianzhou's index finger tapped the back of the phone erratically, his tone somewhat mysterious.
Jing Huaizhi glanced at the busy woman, and a faint smile appeared on his cheeks.
"Who is there?"
Du Jianzhou rested his long legs on the marble tea surface and replied lazily:
"Isn't it the same every year? It's just business people and media reporters."
After pausing for a few seconds, Jing Huaizhi asked another question slowly: "Do you mind bringing your family members?"
Du Jianzhou on the other end of the phone was speechless. If it weren't for the receiver, he would have wanted to go over and give him a kick.
"Bring it, bring it."
He agreed helplessly.
It was Jing Huaizhi's words that reminded him, and he could take this opportunity to introduce Xingyan to his relatives and friends.
Du family's old house
The driver parked the commercial vehicle firmly in the parking lot, then got out and opened the back seat door.
Put your palms on the roof of the car.
The man's legs were long and his well-ironed black suit gave him a bit of majesty.
The gentle and elegant temperament has faded, and the man's body is written all over his body. Keep away from strangers.
His dark eyes glanced at the motionless woman sitting in the car.
"Not coming down?"
Jing Huaizhi raised his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a loose arc.
"Do I...really want to go down?"
The woman sitting in the car tugged at the dress that was too close to the body.
The silver-purple backless dress perfectly showed off the woman's curvy figure.
The slender waist is not enough for a hand.
Her long black hair was tied up, exposing her skin like gelatin.
"Mom, can you give way to Youyou?"
Jing Youyou tilted her head, blinked her big eyes and asked sincerely.
Zhuli put one hand on her chest and got out of the car from one side.
It's not that the dress doesn't fit, it's just that I don't want to join in the fun.
She only remembered that an hour ago, Jing Huaizhi threw her directly to the makeup artist.
He only said: "Today's occasion is very important."
It's not her eightieth birthday, so how important can it be?
Jing Huaizhi walked up to her and raised his strong arm for her to take.
Zhuli thought about it for a long time and then did it.
She held Jing Huaizhi's arm with her left hand, and held Jing Youyou's hand with her right hand, walking towards the banquet hall at a leisurely pace.
"Huaizhi is here!"
Du Jianzhou's father, Du Zhuo, strode forward, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, as if he were an old father.
Jing Huaizhi stretched out his right hand to shake his hand, and said in a clean and deep voice, "Hello, Uncle Du."
Du Zhuo was smiling all over his face. After saying hello, he turned his attention to the woman standing next to him.
He asked doubtfully: "Who is this?"
Looking at the posture, even if he guessed it, he would not dare to say it easily.
"My wife, Zhuli."
Jing Huaizhi introduced solemnly.
Zhuli blushed for a moment and lowered her eyelashes.
Before Du Zhuo had time to say hello to her, reporters from the media immediately gathered around her.
They pointed their cameras at Zhuli and took pictures, with the flash pointed right in her eyes.
Zhuli closed her eyes in pain and covered her eyes with the back of her hands.
"Mr. Jing, I would like to ask, who is this female companion of yours?"
"Is she the child's stepmother?"
"We all know that Mr. Jing has a daughter. Who is the mother of the child?"
The reporter asked a bunch of very sharp questions and even put the microphone in their faces.
Suddenly, her eyes were shrouded in darkness.
The man's broad back completely covered the petite woman behind him.
Jing Huaizhi took the phone without being humble or arrogant.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm married."
"The person standing behind me is my wife. We have not chosen to make it public before, so it is normal for everyone to have doubts."
Zhuli's clear eyes stared at the tall body of the man in front of him for a moment.
I felt a little relieved.
As soon as Jing Huaizhi finished speaking, another reporter in the crowd continued to ask: "Then, will your wife mind your daughter?"
"As far as we know, your daughter was not born to this wife. Could you please reveal the identity of your daughter's biological mother?"
Zhuli looked up and looked around in disbelief. These reporters could really ask any questions.
Fortunately, Jing Huaizhi just asked the driver to take Youyou into the main building through the back door.
It would be better for Youyou not to attend occasions like today in the future, otherwise she would be so sad when she heard these words.
She pursed her lips and was in a daze.
"You have no right to know."
The man threw away the microphone in his hand and said angrily.
The knuckled fingers gently placed on Zhuli's backless dress.
Lead her to the banquet hall.
The reporters seemed to be unwilling to give up, as if they would not give up until they found some breaking news.
They all caught up.
"Mr. Jing, Mrs. Jing, please say something more."
A young girl has been following Zhuli asking questions.
No matter how much the bodyguard tried to stop him, nothing could be done.
Zhuli looked at it carefully for a while, then paused.
She held the phone with her slender fingers and said, "You can go to the police station to check your household registration."
