Yun Mo saw that the air was suddenly quiet and felt a little nervous.
Although she knew that he would not do anything to her, she was still a little uneasy and repeated:
"I wanna go."
Long Dinghao still didn't speak, just looked at her straightly.
Yun Mo became more and more uneasy: "I hope you can fulfill your promise."
Long Dinghao then spoke, with a rare indifferent voice: "Before you leave, let's pay homage to my father."
Yun Mo's face changed, and his heart seemed to twitch. For a moment, he felt that the air under his nose was thinning, as if he was about to have trouble breathing.
He watched her expression change, and his voice became softer: "When you were on the island, my father was very kind to you, so you didn't want to say hello to my father by the way, right?"
Yun Mo finally relaxed his clenched fingers.
He led her to the back of the villa.
Long Dinghao built a small memorial temple for his father there to facilitate worship.
As soon as he entered, Yun Mo saw the huge portrait of Father Long. He avoided his eyes, but still couldn't restrain his body from trembling slightly.
Below the portrait, there are fresh tribute fruits and flowers that are changed every day.
Long Dinghao burned a stick of incense and handed it to Yun Mo.
Yun Mo held the incense, bowed to Father Long, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Long Dinghao said on the side: "Don't you have anything to say to my father?"
Yun Mo felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to show a suspicious gaffe, so he suppressed his temper:
"That's it for today. Please take me back to the city."
Long Dinghao had no intention of calling anyone, let alone taking her out. He took a few steps towards her:
"Do you really have nothing to say?"
Yun Mo had a bad feeling and took half a step back to avoid his strong and slightly cold breath:
"Long Dinghao, what do you mean?"
Long Dinghao continued to approach, forcing her to have no way to retreat. Behind him was the mourning platform, and his fingers raised her pale face:
"I mean, do you really have nothing to say to my dad?"
Yun Mo opened his hand: "What do you want me to say?"
A hint of sad sarcasm appeared in the depths of Long Ding's Hao eyes: "Tell me how you informed the police and reported the fight between the Qinglong Society and the Chongde Gang, which resulted in my father being shot to death!"
Yunmo felt chills all over his body, and cold sweat broke out from the back of his neck.
"Are you scared?" Long Dinghao's voice has never been softer. The softer it is, the more it makes people panic.
That day, Zhan Kui said that the person who tipped off the information was a young woman, so he guessed eight or nine.
It's her.
Yunmo.
Zhan Kui is right, this reporter cannot be an outsider, but an insider who is familiar with the Qinglong Society and the Chongde Gang.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to provide such detailed information to the police.
He finally understood why, even though the two had resolved their misunderstanding and the Yun family's parents accepted him, she still avoided him and treated him coldly.
It turned out to be this reason.
It was she who reported the location and time of the fight between the two families to the police. As a result, her father was shot by a stray bullet during the fight and was killed by a stray bullet from the police who rushed away.
He lost his only father because of her.
This is why she is not with him...
That's why she told him that he would regret being with her...
Yun Mo's face was as white as a piece of paper, but his tightly clenched palms were loosened little by little, as if a big stone had finally been lifted off:
"Yes, I reported it. Your father was indeed killed by me."
He heard her admit it in person, but the anger that should have come never came. He felt that his whole heart was filled with sadness and discomfort, and his voice was hoarse because of the sobs:
"…why did you do that."
Yun Mo's voice was quiet and weak:
"At that time, I thought you raped my sister and made her commit suicide. I wanted to kill you, but I couldn't."
"But if I don't do something, it's hard to get rid of the anger in my heart. It happens that your association is fighting with the Chongde Gang. I know that if the police find out and intervene in the past, your Qinglong Association will definitely suffer losses, so I went to report it."
"I just wanted your club to suffer losses, but I didn't expect that your father would be arrested by the police because of my report..."
"I was not as happy as I thought when I learned that Uncle Long was accidentally shot and died."
"I was shocked and even regretted whether it was the right thing to do."
"Why was your father punished for the mistake you made?"
"This matter has been on my mind all these years. Although I hate you, I feel guilty that I killed Uncle Long."
"Until recently..."
"...Until recently, I discovered that you had never harmed my sister at all. My guilt deepened and turned into even stronger self-blame and pain."
"You didn't kill my sister, but I killed your father."
"These days, I feel so uncomfortable. Every inch of my body hurts, as if someone is cutting me with a knife. Many times when I think about this, I can hardly breathe."
"How can I still be with you like this?"
"If I rebuild our old relationship with you, you will be spending every day with an enemy who killed your father."
"One day, if you find out, how will you feel? How will you face the relationship between you and me?"
Long Dinghao clenched his fists tightly, with veins bulging on his forehead.
After a long time, he kicked a small square table next to his legs hard.
"Boom", the loud sound made Yun Mo's body tremble involuntarily.
He had a bad temper and was affectionate. He never lost his temper with outsiders, but he never lost his temper in front of her.
He was always careful and as gentle as possible towards her.
Even if I have something unhappy, I won't vent it in front of her for fear of scaring her.
Now, in front of her, he tries his best to change his past behavior and become the ideal boyfriend in her mind.
This is the first time.
She could completely understand the restrained anger and regret in his heart, and possibly the hatred towards herself. When his lips moved, every word he spoke seemed to be broken:
"sorry…"
He walked forward in two steps and grabbed her thin shoulders with both hands: "
"I'm sorry? I don't have a father now! Why is it you who harmed him? It's you!"
He restrained great despair and trembled slightly with every word he spoke.
She closed her eyes and shed tears, not knowing how to answer this unlucky revenge.
He looked at her pale little face and felt all kinds of mixed feelings in his chest.
If it were anyone else, he would make it impossible for the other person to live or die.
But now, it's her.
The person who indirectly killed his father was the most beloved woman in his life.
He felt that he was so unsatisfied that he couldn't take action at all!
I can't even bear to slap her!
He felt that he was really useless and felt sorry for his dead father!
Bursting with huge anger and regret, but unable to vent, he caught her and carried her into the small room behind the memorial platform.
There are usually some sacrifices or cleaning tools piled there.
It is separated from the mourning platform in front by a curtain.
He pressed her against a small table and turned her back to him.