Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying got on the train, and Song Jingming received a call from Chen Fang: "Did you know that Wen Ying went to the train station? He bought a ticket for Beicheng."

"She's going back to her hometown? She didn't tell me. Have your people followed her?"

"I didn't catch up. This train only leaves once a day, so I can only buy a ticket for tonight."

Song Jingming held the phone and couldn't figure out why she suddenly wanted to go back to her hometown. She wanted to call and ask, but gave up. She didn't want to say she had her own reasons. Moreover, every time, she kept silent about her family.

Chen Fang continued: "One thing you need to know is that I secretly investigated Wen Ying's parents. She has been abused by her parents for a long time and was almost beaten to death when she was a child."

Almost died.

Song Jingming hung up the phone and immediately bought a ticket to Beicheng in the evening. Unfortunately, when he arrived at Beicheng Airport, he had to drive for more than ten hours to the city and county... He didn't know how long it would take to get to Wen Ying.

But now a huge uneasiness engulfed everything in him. He felt that something unspeakable must have happened to Wen Ying. He wished he could fly to her right away.

Wen Ying was on the train, looking out the window in a daze at the city that was constantly being left behind. For him, the road home was full of fear, as if it was really a thorny road with blood on every step.

The painful memories and fears of her family, along with the thoughts and apologies for Song Jingming, made her unable to help crying.

Silent but tragic.

Opposite her sits a young lady who is less than 30 years old. She is beautiful, intellectual, elegant and generous. Especially when she looks sideways out of the window, she is as beautiful as a painting.

Seeing her crying sadly, the strange sister took out a tissue from her bag and took the initiative to wipe her face.

He smiled and said, "Don't cry. You are so good-looking, and you look even more beautiful when you cry. Be careful of being targeted by bad guys."

Wen Ying sniffed, took the tissue and thanked her repeatedly. There was great sadness in her eyes, and she couldn't help but enlighten the young lady: "I don't know what happened to you to cry so sadly. But life is long, Time always moves forward, and all difficulties will be healed."

Wen Ying nodded and looked at the gentle and beautiful young lady: "Thank you sister, I'm just too confused."

The strange sister in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of intimacy, which made her let down her guard. Besides, she really needed someone to talk to and ease her fear of going home.

"Did you break up?"

Wen Ying gave a wry smile and shook her head: "No, on the contrary, he was very good to me, so good that I couldn't fault him... It's just that I have too low self-esteem. It's my problem."

"That just means you love him very much, doesn't it?"

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, nodded and looked out the window. The more she fell in love, the more inferior she became. Her eyes, which were swollen from crying, were reflected on the car window. If he were here, she would be extremely distressed.

"You are so young, only 20 years old, right? At this age, you only need to be brave, and time will do the rest. You love him, and he loves you, then the two of you should hold hands and move forward bravely. The answer lies in time. "

Wen Ying bit her lips to digest the words of the strange sister. Song Jingming also said, let time prove that I love you.

After a while, he raised his head and said, "Sister is right. He is moving forward bravely, and I shouldn't stand still. Otherwise, it will be too hard for him alone."

The strange sister also recalled these words, 'It's too hard for him to move forward alone'... nodded and smiled, her own feelings were in a mess, and she was still here to comfort others.

"Are there any passengers who need to pay for their tickets? Pay them now."

The strange sister raised her hand and shouted softly: "I want to make up the ticket, thank you." She put her hand in her pocket but couldn't find her mobile phone. She searched all over her body and couldn't find it.

She was a little embarrassed.

Wen Ying took out her cell phone: "Sister, what's your phone number? I'll call you and hear where the ringtone is."

"Okay, 137***"

The phone rang, and it slipped under the car seat at some point. The two looked at each other and smiled. The strange sister's ticket was a standing ticket and there were no seats left.

Wen Ying couldn't bear to let her stand together, so the two of them took turns to sit together, and said some intimate words along the way. The two of them felt that they had met each other so late, and they had a feeling of like-mindedness.

Before they parted, the two added WeChat messages, and Wen Ying asked: "Sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Su Jin."

……

Wen Ying walked around for more than 20 hours and finally arrived at the familiar village entrance.

I paid for the taxi and returned home with my washed backpack. The house was still messy and noisy. Pots and pans were thrown carelessly on the ground, and my brother was playing games on the kang with an old mobile phone.

She never had a room of her own. She just had an iron bed in the utility room and put her schoolbag down.

His father came in and said, "Wen Ying, you came back in time. Where is the money? Give it to me quickly."

"No money."

Snap, a merciless slap came up. Father's rough hands hit Wen Ying's white and tender cheeks hard. Red and swollen palm prints instantly appeared, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.

"It's illegal to hit someone," Wen Yingleng said.

"Then you go and sue me. I'm used to sitting in detention centers. Are you still afraid of you? Stop talking nonsense and give me the money." As he spoke, the beast's father poured out all Wen Ying's things, kicked them away and turned them over.

"I told you, I have no money. Where did you hear about my sugar daddy? Go find that person and ask for money!"

The beast's father pushed Wen Ying to the wall, strangled his neck and said harshly: "Don't pretend, I've seen the photo! That man looks rich at first glance, Wen Ying, are you stupid? If he has money, don't you?" Hurry up and find a way to get some to buy a house for your brother?"

Buy a house for your brother and make money for him. Her parents wanted to squeeze every drop of her blood to feed her younger brother.

Wen Ying looked directly into his father's eyes and said angrily: "Why should I buy him a house? In a dream, I am coming back this time to tell you that I have been abandoned by your so-called wealthy man. Not only that, he also wants to sue me for fraud." !”

"What? Fraud?"

Wen Ying's face was burning with pain, and he spoke awkwardly: "Yes, he heard you calling me and saying you wanted to blackmail him, so he called the police. I came back to inform you, prepare money to ransom me."

The beast's father was stunned, seeing that the one hundred thousand yuan he had was gone, and he had to spend money to ransom her.

He directly kicked Wen Ying down and cursed angrily: "You bastard, you can't handle such a small thing! What's the use of keeping you? I'll beat you to death today! Do you want me to spend money to redeem you? I'm dreaming."

Wen Ying, with her thin arms and legs, was no match for her father. She could only accept a beating. In fact, she knew that she would be beaten no matter what when she came back this time.

The mother's voice came from outside: "Don't slap her in the face, I still have that face for use! If it doesn't work, just drop her out of school and sell her to the cripple in the next village."

The father casually pulled out a piece of wood, and Wen Ying huddled together like a watermelon bug, using her already scarred back to receive the beating.

One at a time, deep into the flesh.

But she didn't say a word until her father got tired of beating her and locked her in the utility room.

An almost numb pain came from her back. Wen Ying hugged her legs and couldn't stop crying, not because of pain or fear. Instead, he thought of Song Jingming and the light that shone in his dark life.

The phone vibrated, it was him.