Zhao Ningchu struggled desperately, but Ji Xiuran turned a deaf ear. Even though his lip was bitten hard by Zhao Ningchu, and he let out a "oh" in pain, he still kissed her like crazy, and the kiss went deeper.
That night, Zhao Ningchu cried and begged for mercy, but Ji Xiuran didn't give her a chance and eventually fainted.
Ji Xiuran looked at the girl who was slumped in his arms, and his eyes fell on the mobile phone beside him. He picked up the mobile phone and looked at the call history, his eyes became cold.
When Zhao Ningchu woke up, it was already noon the next day, and Ji Xiuran was no longer around.
She wanted to get up, but her body didn't move, and she felt sore, as if she was about to fall apart.
Zhao Ningchu cursed in a low voice, Ji Xiuran, this bitch, is really a tormenter.
Unable to get up, he simply continued to lie limply on the bed. After he slowly got used to it, Zhao Ningchu got up.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Zhao Ningchu's cheeks suddenly felt hot when he thought that he had been knocked unconscious last night.
Did Ji Xiuran take drugs last night? His clothes were torn like this?
She endured the pain between her legs and slowly sat up. As soon as her feet landed, her legs were so sore that she fell back on the bed again.
Zhao Ningchu mentally greeted the eighteenth generation of Ji Xiuran's ancestors.
After tidying up and going downstairs, I saw Ji Xiuran already sitting at the dining table eating lunch.
When she was hesitating whether to say hello to Ji Xiuran, a middle-aged man came over.
"Madam, you're awake! Are you hungry? Come and have lunch."
She slept in on the second day of her wedding, which made her a little embarrassed.
I was very tired last night and really needed to replenish my strength.
She hesitated and walked slowly towards the restaurant, looking at the table full of food, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Zhao Ningchu sat opposite Ji Xiuran and hesitated: "Well, morning~"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xiuran took out a small box from somewhere and pushed it in front of Zhao Ningchu.
Zhao Ningchu glanced at it: "What?"
Ji Xiuran didn't say anything. Zhao Ningchu reached out and picked it up and looked at it. After seeing the words on it, he immediately understood it.
"You want me to take birth control pills?"
Ji Xiuran sarcastically said: "What? You really want to give me a child?"
When Zhao Ningchu heard this, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
He heard it last night.
After a while, Zhao Ningchu came back to her senses and explained in a panic: "No, you misunderstood, last night..."
Ji Xiuran put down the coffee cup in his hand and interrupted with a cold face: "You don't want me to send you to the operating table for an abortion, so take the medicine!"
After saying that, he got up and left the restaurant directly.
When Zhao Ningchu heard this, she stood up and wanted to chase him to explain. But as soon as she stood up, the cell phone in her bag rang. Zhao Ningchu picked up the phone and answered the call: "Hello~"
As soon as he finished speaking, a panicked female voice came from the other side of the phone: "Miss, it's not good, madam, she, she..."
When Zhao Ningchu heard this, her pupils shrank, and she got off the bed without caring about the pain in her body.
"What's going on with Aunt Zhang? Tell me slowly, tell me slowly!"
"Miss, please come and see Madam for the last time!"
Zhao Ningchu looked confused.
The last one?
What last time?
Her mother is obviously still alive and well.
After Zhao Ningchu hung up the phone, he ignored the medicine on the table and went out in a panic.
When they arrived at Zhao's house, it was already an hour later. Aunt Zhang was stunned for half a second when she saw her.
"Miss..."
"Aunt Zhang, my mother..."
Before Zhao Ningchu finished speaking, Aunt Zhang nodded with red eyes and said: "Miss, madam, she really went~"
These words were like a bolt from the blue, or like someone poured a basin of cold water on me from head to toe, making my whole body numb.
impossible,
I obviously visited her before she got married, and everything was fine at that time. I was a burden, so why did she disappear overnight?
She grabbed Aunt Zhang's hand and said urgently: "Aunt Zhang, tell me, this is not true. My mother..."
Aunt Zhang couldn't bear to see Zhao Ningchu like this, but she still said it.
"I put Madam's urn in my room. Miss, you come with me!
Zhao Ningchu followed Aunt Zhang to her bedroom in confusion. It was not until Aunt Zhang handed a small box to her that she suddenly realized.
Zhao Ningchu just stood upright, not talking or crying.
When Aunt Zhang saw this, she couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Miss, are you okay?"
After a long time, Zhao Ningchu came back to her senses and shook her head slightly: "I want to spend time with my mother!"
Aunt Zhang sighed, shook her head, and gave Zhao Ningchu her private space.
Aunt Zhang who was standing at the door heard Zhao Ningchu crying sadly and felt sorry for her.
An hour later, the bedroom door was opened, and Zhao Ningchu walked out with red eyes and an urn in his hand.
"Miss~"
Zhao Ningchu glanced at Aunt Zhang coldly: "Where is Zhao Zhenguo?"
"The master is in the study!"
Zhao Ningchu came to the study, looked at Zhao Zhenguo sitting at the desk, and said coldly: "Should you give me a reasonable explanation?"
Zhao Zhenguo was stunned for half a second and said sternly: "Your mother left this morning, very suddenly!"
Zhao Ningchu sneered: "Suddenly? Zhao Zhenguo, what did you promise me? You said you would take good care of your mother, but now..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Ningchu couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
"Xiaochu, dad is sorry for you, but people cannot be resurrected. We must accept this fact. Your mother is dead, and your father is more sad than you."
Seeing Zhao Zhenguo pretending, Zhao Ningchu felt sick in his heart.
"You should be happy? Zhao Zhenguo, don't think that I don't know what you have done behind my mother's back?"
Zhao Zhenguo froze: "You..."
"You'd better pray you're innocent."
After saying that, he left Zhao's house directly with the urn in his arms.
Zhao Ningchu could not expect Zhao Zhenguo to handle Sang Minzhi's funeral, and she did not notify any relatives. She contacted the funeral home and bought a cemetery plot in the cemetery to bury Sang Minzhi's ashes.
Zhao Ningchu stood in front of the tombstone, looked at the face on the tombstone, slowly sat down and rested his head on it.
"Mom, you said you were gone, what should I do? No one will remember me, no one..."
Zhao Ningchu muttered to herself, and sat there until the evening. It was not until the administrator of the cemetery informed her that the cemetery was closing, that she slowly got up.
When leaving, she spoke to the tombstone: "I don't believe you just abandoned me like this. I will investigate this matter clearly. If it has anything to do with Zhao Zhengxiong, I will not let him go, even if he is my father~"
When he said this, there was a chill in his eyes.
When I walked out of the cemetery, I was all groggy. This is a suburban area, relatively remote, and almost no taxis would pass by on weekdays.
She had no choice but to take out her mobile phone and dial Ji Xiuran's number, hoping that he would find someone to pick her up.
But the phone was hung up as soon as it rang.
Zhao Ningchu looked at the hung up phone and felt a little angry. Not answering the phone was too much.
Zhao Ningchu dialed again and this time was prompted to shut down the phone.
She sighed silently and finally booked a taxi online to pick her up and take her back to the city.
Zhao Ningchu squatted on the roadside waiting for the bus. Her feet were numb from squatting. The distance was still two kilometers, so she simply stood up. As soon as she stood up, she suddenly felt that her vision went dark, and then she fell down towards the roadside...
When Zhao Ningchu woke up again, she found herself lying in the hospital. She slowly sat up, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain on the back of her hand. She looked at the needle attached to it, and her head was still a little confused.
Why are you in the hospital?
Who sent him here?
Where is the bag?
Zhao Ningchu wanted to find her bag, but she didn't expect to hit the needle on the back of her hand, and suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain on the back of her hand.
"Hiss~"
She grimaced in pain and quickly put her hands down and lay down.
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.