private marriage

Ling Nuanqing went to Fuchen during the day like a normal person.

Fan Xiaozhu turned on the TV, no matter which channel was tuned, the main character was Ling Shaocheng.

She looked at Ling Nuanqing's side face, and hesitated to speak.

In the TV, the reporter did not know what method he used to interview the servant of Four Seasons Genting.

Ling Nuanqing heard a familiar voice, and she put down the live eye in her hand.

"Mr. Ling has been wrong for a long time. I also doubted whether he is mentally abnormal. It is common to get angry and violent. He even beat me."

Ling Nuanqing frowned, "No."

"Why not?" Fan Xiaozhu asked.

"He never beat or scolded his aunt."

"Isn't that clear?" Fan Xiaozhu shook his head, "Everyone pushed the wall down."

When Yu Chang came back from buying groceries, he also saw the news on TV, "Do you know why people have to say this?"

"Why?" Fan Xiaozhu asked.

"If Ling Shaocheng had gone crazy early in the morning, many of his decisions would not be counted. Now those people are trying to search his company in different ways. Everyone will be shamed. They will definitely say that they have no choice. Who would have thought that the biggest boss is a lunatic. What? They are the victims."

Holding the paintbrush in her hand, Ling Nuanqing looked at the servant on TV, talking vividly about how Ling Shaocheng beat her.

She suddenly felt that people's hearts were really sinister.

"Nuan Nuan, you did a good job!" Fan Xiaozhu patted her on the shoulder, "Why keep him for such a disaster?"

Ling Nuanqing was startled, as if she had just realized it. Could it be that Ling Shaocheng became like this because of her?
Seeing that her expression was not right, Fan Xiaozhu hurriedly changed the channel.

However, in the news of Songcheng Local Station, the main character is also Ling Shaocheng.

All the doctors responsible for treating him have been found, and they are currently being interviewed. "Mr. Ling has always been my patient, and he was controlled by taking medicine before, but the effect was not good..."

Ling Nuanqing always felt that something was wrong, "Isn't this the patient's privacy? Isn't he afraid that the Ling family will trouble him?"

"Money can turn ghosts around. Since you dare to stand up, there must be someone behind you as a guarantee."

Ye Shengjing played the whole set, one ring after another, which was bound to hammer Ling Shaocheng to death in the abyss.

"It's snowing outside."

"That's not it," Fan Xiaozhu looked out of the courtyard. "It's New Year's Eve, let Yu Chang go buy couplets and lanterns tomorrow and hang them up."

Ling Nuanqing stood up, and Fan Xiaozhu saw her walking to the door, and seemed to be going out with an umbrella.

"Nuannuan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to visit my mom and share the good news with her."

Ling Nuanqing went to a nearby flower shop to buy a bouquet of white chrysanthemums. She filled her arms with the elegant fragrance, and her plain face was even paler.

She took a taxi to the cemetery, where Yuan Ying was long buried. Now that she has heard the news of Ling Shaocheng's retribution, she wonders if she can rest in peace?

Ling Nuanqing walked forward holding an umbrella, but saw a figure standing far in front of Yuan Ying's tomb.

She walked over quickly and saw an unfamiliar face.

The man was about the same age as Yuan Ying, she was startled when she saw Ling Nuanqing.

"You are?" Ling Nuanqing spoke first.

The woman looked her around, "Are you An An?"

The other party actually called out her nickname, Ling Nuanqing was even more puzzled, "Yes, I am."

"Where have you been for so many years? Why have I never seen you?"

"who are you?"

The woman explained. "I'm your mother's best friend and her classmate. I met you when you were very young. It's normal that you don't know me. My surname is Ma. You can call me Aunt Ma."

"Hello, Aunt Ma."

"You've grown up so much." The woman reached out and brushed Ling Nuanqing's shoulders lightly, "What a good-looking child, and well-behaved, your father really lost his mind and went crazy, and he had the heart to throw you away."

"What?" Ling Nuanqing seemed to be struck by lightning. In the ice and snow, her feet hurt from the cold, and she was on the verge of falling, as if she was about to fall. "Aunt Ma, what did you say? My dad threw me away?"

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"No, she told me that I was lost, they have been looking for me, my father died in a foreign land because of this..."

Aunt Ma shook her head, "I know these things best. Your father is not patriarchal. If your mother hadn't guarded him, he would have lost you a long time ago. When he took you to play, so did your father." She made up her mind and left you alone. When your mother found out, she was in so much pain that she wanted to fight with him, but she was almost killed by your father hitting him with a bench."

Ling Nuanqing stepped back in fright, the flower in her hand fell to her feet, and the petals scattered all over the ground.

"Your father is a man who is addicted to alcohol. Every time he hits your mother, he is called cruel." When the woman said this, she couldn't help herself, and wiped away her tears. "Your mother's life is really hard. Your father didn't want you to die in a foreign land. He wished you would die outside. He drank too much wine, fell into the river and never got up again."

Ling Nuanqing's chest cavity seemed to be cut open, and the pain was being pumped out, "But that's what my mother told me."

"After you disappeared, your mother's mental state was already very bad. After your father left, she was completely broken." When the woman said this, she looked at the tombstone in front of her, knelt down, and put the folded ingot Burn paper money with a lighter.

The smell was very pungent, and Ling Nuanqing's eyes were sore, "So, I...was I thrown away?"

"Your mother never gave up looking for you. She sold the house and suffered a lot, but her spirit is up and down. She may not be able to accept the cruelty of reality. When she calls me, she will also make up a story. , Said that your father treats her so well, and he wants to find you, and when he was the poorest, he bought two buns and saved them for her to eat."

Ling Nuanqing's eardrum was punctured severely, and the pain was unbearable.

"But I know that those are all imagined by her. Your father died a long time ago."

Ling Nuan's blue eyes were red, "No, I don't believe it."

"An'an, your mother refused to go to the hospital. I asked an acquaintance to prescribe her medicine for a while. If you don't believe me, I can take you to ask."

"I don't want it." Ling Nuanqing took a step back, "I only believe what my mother said."

"Your mother has been deceiving herself and others. She can deceive others. Your father's death date will never be false, right? You can check it."

Ling Nuanqing's firm line of defense seemed to be collapsing, which was cruel to her.

She believed that it was Ling Shaocheng who deliberately took her away, and that he caused her family to be ruined, but now such a person suddenly appeared and told her something else?

She gasped for breath, the cold wind tore Ling Nuanqing's lips, she couldn't recover for a long time.

She seems to have returned to that day, when she was crying in fear and helplessness on the street, and finally was hugged by a young man with clear and beautiful eyes, just like her, without parents around her.