Robbery of a wealthy family: Husband in prison marriage is too cruel

The greatest pain in life is parting from life and death.

The biggest regret in life is that you can't even say goodbye.

Chu Qingli must hate Yang Chenjin for not being able to see her father for the last time.

The relationship between the young couple is really worrying and unstoppable.

Yang Chen leaned back on the seat, eyes slightly closed.

"Mo Wen, if you say another word, get out of the car yourself."

Knowing that his friend was feeling uncomfortable, Mo Wen gave him a sideways glance and finally shut up.

Yang Chenjin was in a trance.

Just now, Chu Qingli's annoyed eyes and hateful slap were vivid in his mind, and became a shadow that he couldn't get rid of no matter what.

He suddenly panicked, as if something important was about to be stripped from his body.

When Chu Qingli rushed to the hospital, the ward area was silent. She broke into the ward where her father lived, and there was no one there.

"It's in the morgue, go and have a look."

Mrs. Zheng walked in from the door with a tired look on her face. She no longer hated and rejected her as much as before.

There is even a strong sadness in the eyes.

Chu Qingli bit her lip, nodded to Mrs. Zheng, and quickly ran towards the morgue.

The body hadn't been put into the freezer yet, and the white sheet covered her face tightly. If she hadn't seen Luo Linlin, Chu Qingli wouldn't have dared to doubt the person on the bed.

"Linlin." Chu Qingli's voice trembled, choked up and grabbed Luo Linlin's hand.

Luo Linlin's hands were cold, her face was pale and haggard, and the temperature in the mortuary was very low. Her gloomy eyes were breathtaking.

"Chu Qingli, you are finally here."

The tone of yin and yang is so cold that it makes people tremble.

But no matter how bad Luo Linlin's attitude was or how mocking her tone was, she was Luo Linlin.

her best friend.

Chu Qingli grabbed Luo Linlin's hand and asked anxiously, "Linlin, is what you said on the phone true? Where's my father?"

Even though he already knew the facts, he still doubted and asked, just couldn't believe it.

Luo Linlin slowly withdrew her hand, her expression cold and alienated.

Chu Qingli grabbed her hand again and asked eagerly, "Linlin, where is my father?"

"You really know how to pretend." Luo Linlin looked at her in disgust, and suddenly shook off her hand.

Pointing to the corpse covered by the white cloth on the mortuary bed, "Since it's here, let's see for yourself."

Chu Qingli's eyes darkened all of a sudden, her face was pale, and all blood faded instantly.

Her lips trembled, her eyes flashed with disbelief and sadness, and she murmured: "No, Linlin, you lied to me, Dad is not so fast... He promised to stay with me for a long time. He can't just leave like this He won't worry about it..."

"Chu Qingli!" Luo Linlin pushed her angrily, "Uncle is gone, what else do you want, do you want him to die without regret?!"

Luo Linlin's strength was great, Chu Qingli's body was weak, she pushed her, and she staggered forward a few steps, just in front of the corpse bed.

His eyes fell on the white cloth of the corpse bed, and his breathing stagnated.

My mind was booming, and it was a mess like a paste, and I couldn't hear any sound in my ears.

His hands were shaking like a sieve, but he still stretched out stubbornly, wanting to pry into the truth.

The white cloth was lifted little by little, revealing the familiar face under the white cloth.

That face, either kind or serious, is now stiff and dull, without any vitality.

Pain surged up like a tide, drowning her alive.

Chu Qingli only felt that there was endless darkness in front of her eyes, the sky and the earth were spinning, and she fell to the ground without exerting any strength.

The second she lost consciousness, it seemed that someone was hugging her body.

Luo Linlin's voice sounded in a trance beside her ears: "Young Master Yang..."

When Chu Qingli woke up, Father Chu's body had been cremated, and Luo Linlin, Mrs. Zheng and others were busy burying the ashes.

She got up from the hospital bed, stumbled and ran to the cemetery, and watched the burial of her father's ashes together with the relatives of the Chu family and the elders of Shengjing.

Cry into tears.

Crying heartbroken.

The people around pay attention to her, looking at her like watching an actor acting in a play.

Those eyes, there are ridicule, pity, sigh, hatred, and gloating...

Even the whispering around is extremely hurtful.

"Look, that Chu Qingli is here!"

"The broom star, killed everyone around him. Some time ago, it was Miss Zheng, and now even my father is not spared!"

"Crying so fake, it's like a cat crying like a mouse. This woman has a heart of snakes and scorpions. Maybe Mr. Chu was killed by her!"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Chu is also her biological father anyway, so she shouldn't be able to do such vicious things."

"Who knows, after all, Mr. Chu cut off ties with her and didn't recognize this daughter. Who knows if this Mrs. Yang has always held a grudge."

"It makes me feel chills in my heart. If this is the case, then we will have to stay away from her in the future."

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Chu Qingli was pushed aside by the servants of the Chu family, and watched helplessly as her father's ashes were buried, the coffin was sealed, and a monument was erected.

My heart hurts like I'm going to die, my mind is rumbling, even if I can hear the surrounding discussion, I have no time to pay attention to it.

Immersed in her own world, she couldn't extricate herself from the grief. After an unknown period of time, the worshipers dispersed, and she was the only one in the cemetery.

It was cold and rainless, and the wind was blowing sand.

The leaves around the cemetery rattled, and the whole weather was bleak and cold, gray and low.

She sat in front of the tombstone, looked up at the gray sky, cried and laughed, and whispered.

"Chu Qingli, Chu Qingli, what did you do wrong? Why do so many misfortunes happen to you so often?"

She carefully reviewed her life. Although she lost her mother in the early years, she has always been a little princess who has no worries about food and clothing under the double love of her father.

As long as it is available to her peers, she has never been short of it, and there is Luo Linlin who stands firmly by her side no matter what.

At that time, the people around her talked about how happy she was. Even if it was the arrogant eldest lady, there was a lot of envy hidden behind the ridicule.

But now, Luo Linlin treats her indifferently, Mrs. Zheng hates her deeply, people around her treat her like a rat crossing the street, and Yang Chenjin treats her like a thorn in his side...

Since when did her life change?
Thinking about it carefully, is it because of that obsessive look back then, or because of falling in love with Yang Chenjin?

Many times you can hear someone say that there is nothing wrong with love as long as it doesn't hurt others.

But she found that love itself is wrong.Even if it does not harm the interests of others, even if it is only one-sided love.

It is also an unforgivable sin.

Otherwise, how could she have ended up in the current situation?Isolate and helpless, everyone screams and beats.

The reason is very simple, but she has never seen it through, and even if she saw it through, she was unwilling to accept it-if there is no love, nothing will happen.

This love for Yang Chenjin was too heavy, it was so oppressive that she couldn't breathe, as if it was wrong to drink water.

... If she was given another chance, she would definitely choose not to know Yang Chenjin.

If she was given another chance, she would definitely run away from him as far away as possible.

It doesn't matter, it is the greatest security.

Footsteps sounded behind him, approaching slowly step by step.

Xia Meng came over, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her: "Xiao Li, please don't be too sad."

Chu Qingli didn't look back, not only because she looked too embarrassed now, but also because...she really didn't have the courage to meet anyone now.

"Go away, I want to be alone."

Xia Meng pressed the hand on the shoulder for a while, and said silently: "Okay, then I'm leaving, take care of your body, don't collapse."

Chu Qingli nodded mechanically and remained silent.

The only person she cares about in this world is gone, does it matter if she is in good health or not?
Seeing her like this, Xia Meng sighed, shook her head, turned and left.

Sometimes it is useless to say more, and silence is better than sound.

Chu Qingli leaned on the stone tablet and slightly closed her eyelids.

In her mind, she kept replaying all kinds of happiness when her father was still there, those trivial and never-forgotten bits and pieces, so beautiful that she always wanted to be intoxicated in that world.

But memories can't stay forever, the reality is still so cruel.

Her father had left her, for good, and she would never see his face again.

Her world collapsed.

Yang Chenjin stood under a maple tree far away, looking at the thin figure in the cemetery, his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Su Ming shook his head: "I told you not to be so stubborn, but you didn't listen. This matter is a big blow to her."

He naturally understood what Su Ming meant, but at the moment his mood was in a mess and he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

Xia Meng walked up to her, with deep worry in her eyes and helplessness on her face.

"Xiao Li's temper is too stubborn, I can't persuade her."

Su Ming frowned: "Her body is still not recovering, the emotional ups and downs are too high, I'm afraid something will happen."

Xia Meng grabbed his arm: "What are you going to do?"

Su Ming patted her hand away: "Save her."

"Let her be alone, I don't think she wants to see any of us now." Xia Meng suggested, looking at the expressionless Yang Chenjin.

"Especially Young Master Yang."

Yang Chenjin didn't seem to hear what Xia Meng said, and his eyes were still following Chu Qingli's figure.

She didn't move, and neither did he, standing stiffly.

It seems to be competing who has more perseverance.

Su Ming sighed and shook his head: "Xia Meng, let's go first."

Xia Meng disagreed: "Xiao Li is our friend, I can't leave her here alone."

Su Ming glanced at Yang Chenjin who had gloomy eyes: "No need, Chen Jin is enough."

Xia Meng: "I..."

"Let's go." Su Ming dragged the person away without any nonsense.

Xia Meng had no choice but to turn around step by step.

"Then Young Master Yang, you should go back earlier."

Su Ming and Xia Meng were out of sight, and the cemetery was once again completely silent.

Yang Chenjin still observed Chu Qingli without moving.

Her back is bleak and lonely, thin and light, and the strong wind seems to be able to blow it away.

After thinking about it, she lowered her head and lay motionless on the tombstone.

After waiting for a long time, fearing that something might happen to her, she hurried towards the person.

"Why are you here?" Before he could take a step forward, a displeased voice sounded in his ear.

Yang Chenjin turned his head to look, and there was a woman in black standing behind her, with a thin complexion and uncontrollable hatred and anger hidden in her eyes.

He knew this woman, Chu Qingli's best friend, the "daughter" that Chu Dingfeng adopted halfway.

He didn't have a bad impression of her, and he didn't want to speak because Chu Qingli hated her, but she was gouged out by her.

"Yang Chenjin, you are not welcome here, uncle has today, you are the culprit!"