Seeing the content of the letter here, Lu Yuchuan's hatred for Jiang Qingli was a little less. He was a very rational person.
He knew that if this woman hadn't taken her father away, her father would have very likely died at the hands of his aunt.
Because my grandfather suspected Yang Yiqing at that time, he did not allow outsiders to enter the ward.
However, as her aunt, Lu Yuchuan, dared not think about it, and the empress dowager was really afraid.
After reading the letter, he did not tear it off immediately. He felt mixed feelings like his father.
If I had seen this letter earlier, wouldn’t my mother have been stabbed?
But at the same time, Lu Yuchuan asked himself, why should he believe the words of a strange woman before there is no evidence?
So I didn't know it before, everything was arranged by God.
In this letter, Jiang Qingli said "You" and was full of respect for him, but he was obviously a junior.
Perhaps, in the eyes of anyone, the identity of the president of Junyu Group is a mythical existence.
"husband."
The door of the study opened gently, and Tong Hua, who had just finished taking a shower, rushed in half his head, "Are you really in the study?"
Seeing him, Tong Hua opened the door and walked towards him, with a relaxed and pleasant smile on his face, "What? Are you still busy with work so late? Is there anything I can help with?"
The man shook his head and handed the letter out, "I just read this letter."
The woman stood firmly at the desk, her eyes fell on the letter he handed over. She did not reach out to pick it up, nor did she take a look, but she quickly withdrew her eyes.
She looked at him with a sweet smile, "I don't read this letter, it's not written for me."
But Lu Yuchuan never regarded her as an outsider, and he and her had long been integrated.
Tong Hua has always given him time and space. After getting married for so long, he has never read his WeChat or flipped through his email.
Even when he was going to take a shower and saw a call from an unfamiliar number, she would not answer it.
She loves him and respects him more.
So, she won't read this letter.
Lu Yuchuan did not force her to know her character, so he tore the letter directly.
When he was tearing the letter, he spoke a little depressedly, "The woman said that the car accident was related to her aunt, and she had known about it for a long time..."
After hearing this, Tong Hua felt a little heavy. Lu Meiling was arrested, and this matter is still on the hot search.
After twenty years of failure, Yuchuan is still alive and is lucky.
There was a wave of reporters here at noon today. I waited outside the yard for two hours. I guess I didn’t interview Yuchuan, so I came here.
However, Tong Hua would not respond either.
She came back to her senses, took two steps forward, reached out to hug him, and comforted softly, "It's okay, it's all over."
Yes, Lu Baichuan was imprisoned, Yang Yiqing was imprisoned, and Lu Meiling was also imprisoned.
Lu Yuchuan reached out and hugged her in his arms, feeling that he had the whole world. Since marrying Huahua, he has regained his maternal love, found his father, and had a lovely daughter.
For a moment, he felt that he had reached the peak of his life.
"Yuchuan, will you forgive Jiang Qingli?" Every time Tong Hua thinks of this woman, she always thinks a lot.
In the adult world, it is neither black nor white, and a person cannot be described as "good" or "bad".
"It's not a question of forgiveness, because there is not much hatred." Lu Yuchuan was sober and rational, "If it weren't for her, I might not have a father."
He said, "Under that situation at that time, even if she told her grandfather that Lu Meiling was the murderer, there was no evidence, no one would believe it."
So, Yuchuan’s feelings for this woman are quite complicated, right?
The night is getting deeper.
Shu Ran, who transformed into a workaholic after divorce, came out of the office building and was already 11 o'clock in the evening.
Since she met Lin Yechen at Xiao Yuexin's full moon banquet, her originally calm heart seemed to have been thrown into a stone.
The ripples that have appeared still echoed afterwards until now.