Chapter two hundred and seventy-six is ??already showing mercy
The knives he threw at Cheng Zijing's heart were not too many.
Compared with some of Cheng Zijing's actions, he is already very tolerant and merciful.
Cheng Zijing interrupted him emotionally: "Shut up! If this is really the case, why has my biological mother never come to me? Why has no one mentioned this to me?"
"How do you want her to come to you? Does she dare?" Qi You smiled coldly: "You probably can't imagine what kind of life she has lived all these years, right?"
"There are large burns on her face, and these burns were left to save your father. But unfortunately, this man did not appreciate her for this, and even gradually alienated her because of her ugliness."
"After the divorce, she couldn't find a decent job because of her ugly face. She usually worked in cleaning places or picked up scraps to sell."
"She just died of illness a while ago. Before she died, she didn't have the courage to see you. However, you should have received birthday gifts and other things from her over the years, right?"
Qi Youhan also learned all this from people who had dealings with this woman.
Cheng Zijing's face became even more ugly, and his hands hanging by his sides were trembling slightly.
Over the years, he has indeed received birthday gifts every year.
The gifts are different every year.
When I graduated, I also received a graduation gift.
There are also gifts for Children's Day, Christmas, Spring Festival, etc.
However, he never knew who gave the gift.
When he was young, he always assumed that this was a surprise prepared by his father for him.
When I grew up, I realized that someone else should be the one giving gifts.
He really couldn't imagine...
Will be his biological mother!
Why is this so?
How could my father hide something so important from him!
His mother has been suffering and has been silently paying attention to him and accompanying him, but he has done nothing for his mother!
We haven’t even seen him for the last time!
Cheng Zijing suddenly felt suffocated, and even breathing became a little difficult.
"You are such a miserable mother and wife. How can you bear to think that even after she dies, her ashes still don't have a place to rest?" Qi Youhan patted the urn in his hand.
In fact, Qi Youhan couldn't do such a thing as scattering the ashes of such a poor man.
But now, he and Cheng Zijing are engaged in psychological warfare.
Of course, Cheng Zijing didn't want to be controlled by others, so he quickly adjusted his mood and said nonchalantly: "Do you think I will believe you if you just make up a story? Also, even if this person is my biological mother,
I have never met her, and her life and death have nothing to do with me!"
Qi Youhan also expected that Cheng Zijing might react like this.
He nodded thoughtfully: "Really? If you really think so, then I will scatter her ashes in the snow now."
Having said that, Qi Youhan was ready to open the urn in his hand.
Cheng Zijing watched Qi Youhan's every move closely. Although his face was calm, his heart was quietly beating.
Finally, he couldn't help but speak: "Qi Youhan, how can I be sure that the urn in your hand is not just a trick to deceive me?"
"I'm not going to joke about dead people." Qi Youhan paused and then continued: "If you don't believe it, you can choose not to."
After saying this, he made a gesture of pouring out the ashes.
This made Cheng Zijing unable to remain calm anymore.
"Wait a minute!"
The corners of Qi Youhan's lips curved in an almost invisible arc.
Even though Cheng Zijing has always been at odds with him, Cheng Zijing is still a person who values love and justice at heart.
Especially when it comes to his family, he is very considerate.
"Give me the ashes." Cheng Zijing still lost.
"What about what I want? Can you give it to me?" Qi Youhan looked at Cheng Zijing intently.
Cheng Zijing was a little reluctant, but in the end he could only say angrily: "Then you will follow me to the warehouse to get the medicine now."
"good."
An hour later, Qi Youhan got the medicine and Cheng Zijing got the urn.
Looking at the urn on the passenger seat, Cheng Zijing sat quietly for a long time.
After a while, he drove back to Cheng's house and sat there motionless.
He is waiting.
Wait for Cheng Qingyun to come back.
Wait for Cheng Qingyun to give him an explanation.
Not long after, Cheng Qingyun came back. He went to play golf and was still wearing casual sportswear.
Originally, Cheng Qingyun was in a pretty good mood, with the corners of his mouth raised, but the moment he saw the urn on the table, his expression immediately changed and he asked: "What is this! Zi Jing, you
Don’t take any dirty things home, you know!”
Cheng Zijing slowly raised his head and met Cheng Qingyun's eyes: "Is it dirty? This is your wretched wife."
Cheng Qingyun's face was even more surprised and flickering. It was obvious that he did not expect that Cheng Zijing would say such a thing.
But he didn't get confused because of this. He quickly pretended to be confused: "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you understand?" Cheng Zijing stood up slowly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Don't you think that you have concealed it for so many years just for me? Don't tell me, I shouted.
My mother who has been here for so many years is actually the mistress who forced my birth mother away?!"
"She is not a mistress!" Cheng Qingyun immediately defended his dead wife.
As for other things, Cheng Qingyun did not deny it.
Not denying it is a kind of admission, isn't it?
"So, this is true, is it? My biological mother was disfigured to save you, but you later despised her and married someone else, right?" Cheng Zijing asked accusingly with red eyes.
He felt more and more like a fool!
He has always regretted the death of his mother at home.
Little did he know that his biological mother was suffering outside.
When their family was enjoying themselves happily, how did his biological mother... feel?
"Zijing, you can't say that about this... I have no feelings for her anymore. I chose someone else. Isn't this a normal thing?" Cheng Qingyun tried his best to explain.
"A lifetime is only a few decades, isn't it enough to love someone? Why are you so cruel to her! Why are you so cruel to me!" Cheng Zijing was unable to accept this fact after all.
He was broken down, blamed himself, regretful, and angry.
These emotions overwhelmed him, almost overwhelming him.
"Zijing, it's indeed my fault that I kept this matter from you. But it's been so many years, so let's not mention it, okay?" Cheng Qingyun's tone softened, with a hint of flattery.