The woman's gaze moved slowly towards Fu Qingyu's side like a dull knife.
Even if all she saw was the back, she could recognize who it was at a glance.
"Xiao...Xiao Xiao?"
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao, who had his back to the woman, trembled all over, and there was a surge of indescribable anger and sorrow in his heart, like two raging lions, moving in tandem.
This is the call she has heard since she was a child, and it is all too familiar.
From the moment he heard the woman's voice, Xiao Xiao knew she was Yang Min.
I just don’t want to face it, and I don’t want to see Yang Min again.
These days, it seems to be ordinary, with or without Yang Min. Even with Fu Qingyu by her side, it can be said that her life is better than before.
But people's hearts are made of flesh. The person who had called her mother for more than 20 years suddenly withdrew from life, and even lied to her about getting seriously ill for money.
She couldn't imagine that when Yang Min was ill in the past, he spoke harshly to her, said countless unpleasant words, and oppressed her at every turn, whether verbally or physically.
No one knows how much pressure Xiao Xiao endured while working in the funeral home day after day.
Sometimes, she would be so emotionally broken that she would have to go to work to apply makeup on the corpse. As she was applying makeup, she would see the other person's face as her own.
She was thinking that it would be great if she was the one who died, so she wouldn't have to be so tired.
But then I thought, if she died, no one would give her money to treat her mother's illness.
She couldn't die or fall down. She had to continue working to make money for her mother. She prayed for her mother countless times in her heart, hoping that her mother would get up early.
It doesn't matter to her even if she is burdened with huge surgery fees.
But the result is.
In her mother's eyes, she can't even compare to money.
At this moment, Chen Jian, who was following behind, also noticed that something was wrong. He walked around in front of the three of them and saw Xiao Xiao's face clearly.
"Miss Xiao?" Chen Jian's expression softened and a smile appeared on his face: "Long time no see. We met in the hospital before. Do you still have an impression of me?"
Xiao Xiao lowered her head, her long hair falling down on both sides, half covering her bloodless face, and the emotions in her eyes could not be seen.
As if he had seen a savior, Uncle Chen quickly took out his mobile phone and showed it to her: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember me. Anyway, I know that you are Yang Min's daughter. It is only natural that a mother's debt should be paid to her daughter. Come on, come and take a look. These are all the money your mother borrowed from the casino, and there are signed IOUs on them, every one of them."
While he was flipping through it, he kept looking at Xiao Xiao's expression. When he saw that she wasn't looking at her phone much, he moved forward, hoping to make her see it more clearly.
"Come and take a look." He was about to touch Xiao Xiao's arm.
A hand appeared next to him in time. It was so powerful that it pushed Chen Jian several meters away.
Chen Jian almost fell to the ground, but reached out to hold him in time before looking up at the man next to Xiao Xiao.
His face was cold, the moonlight had just emerged from the clouds, and his whole person was bathed in the moonlight, as if he had been plated with a layer of silver, as if he was glowing with inviolable holiness.
But those dark pupils were filled with sharp coldness, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Chen Jian's heart.
Chen Jian was so frightened that he was so happy to see Xiao Xiao that he didn't notice such a person standing next to her.
"Don't touch her with your dirty hands." Fu Qingyu's thin lips opened slightly, like the voice of Shura from hell.
Chen Jian stood up while holding on to the edge, his eyes wandering between him and Xiao Xiao. When he noticed his big hand on Xiao Xiao's shoulder, a dark light flowed in his eyes: "Oh, you just gave her a large amount of money. The man she married?"
As he said that, he nodded to himself: "I just said, how can ordinary people give so much money all at once."
"Get lost." Fu Qingyu said coldly.
And Xiao Xiao's face became even paler.
She had just expressed her feelings to Fu Qingyu, thinking that she could fall in love, get married, and live her whole life with the person she liked like a normal person.
But Chen Jian's words were like an iron slap from reality, slapping her hard on the face.
It was probably because Fu Qingyu was usually too generous with his actions, which made her forget how she started with him.
She had received a large amount of money from Fu Qingyu, so how could she dream of falling in love with him on an equal footing?
No matter what, she will always be shorter than Fu Qingyu.
She was vaguely aware of this the moment Yang Min appeared.
Chen Jian looked at Fu Qingyu warily several times. He knew that his body was unusual, but he thought of the debts he owed to the casino. If Yang Min didn't pay, those people would find him and there would be no good things to eat.
No matter what, Yang Min is Xiao Xiao's biological daughter.
Then this man is Yang Min's son-in-law.
How can a son-in-law refuse to save his mother-in-law when she sees her mother-in-law being beaten for owing money?
Thinking of this, Chen Jian took his mobile phone and bravely stepped forward again, but this time, the distance was further away: "Do you want to take a look at these accounts? These money are all owed by Yang Min personally. If she fails to pay it back within the deadline, the thugs in the casino will not be able to let her live longer."
As he said that, he gave a helpless smile and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Xiao Xiao, please tell me something. Yang Min is your biological mother. Although you gave her a sum of money, the gift of childbirth and raising her is not worth the money. How can you buy it out? Do you really want to watch your mother being beaten to death?"
At this time, Yang Min also walked around from behind to the front of Xiao Xiao. After seeing Xiao Xiao's face, her face suddenly fell. She quickly turned around, quickly wiped the dirt on her face, and arranged her clothes.
She didn't want Xiao Xiao to see her in such a mess.
After it was almost done, Yang Min turned around again and looked at her with tearful eyes.
When she spoke, she cried with grievance: "Xiao Xiao, how are you doing these days?"
Fu Qingyu's hand fell on Xiao Xiao's shoulder and moved down inadvertently, grabbing her slender waist and taking her into his arms.
But he didn't speak.
Because Yang Min is Xiao Xiao's biological mother after all, and he has seen how deeply Yang Min hurt Xiao Xiao, he naturally knows how important Yang Min is to her.
He is not the kind of person who has no sense of proportion. Whether Xiao Xiao wants to talk to Yang Min or not is her own decision.
The only thing he could do was to make her feel that no matter what happened, he was by her side.
"Xiao Xiao." Yang Min's eyes were red and swollen, and her injured face looked particularly pitiful and pitiful: "Mom, I don't expect you to forgive me. Mom now understands that the most important thing in this world is not money, but money." Dear, mom only needs to look at you, can you look at mom?"
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