When Jiang Shuli and Rong Luorou came back, it was already dark. They put on their slippers and were about to go upstairs. The housekeeper came up to them and told them that the dresses would be delivered at noon tomorrow.
Rong Luorou was unhappy because of the rainy day, but when she heard the butler's words, she immediately smiled.
When the dress arrives tomorrow, she must try it to see if it fits her and try to make a stunning appearance at Qian Lao's birthday party.
Having made up her mind, she picked up her phone and told her classmates that she would not go to class tomorrow afternoon.
The two of them had already finished dinner at Jiang's house, so today only Rong Lingling and Rong Changyan were left at the table.
"Dad, I have something to tell you." After eating, Rong Linngling looked at Rong Changyan's back and said.
"Let's go to the study and talk."
The Rong family's study room is on the third floor. The first thing you can see is a set of tables and chairs, a single sofa and a bookshelf on one side of the wall.
"I will move out tomorrow and the house has been packed up."
"Why, Lingling, why don't you discuss such a big matter with me?" Rong Changyan was surprised at first, and then angry.
He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about Rong Lingling. In his mind, Rong Lingling had always been the innocent and well-behaved person he was when he was a child. Even if her temperament changed a lot after Lu Jiangwan passed away, it would not make him worried or disappointed.
, except that she went abroad without saying a word when she was twenty.
But the situation now is different from four years ago. Four years ago, she was studying, but now what is she doing?
"Dad, you know, I no longer have such deep feelings for this place." Rong Linngling lowered his voice and looked away.
She didn't want to argue with him, but she couldn't tell him the specific reason, so she could only say this.
All her plans can only be completed by herself. There will never be help on the road with no end in sight.
Rong Changyan looked at her deeply, the shock and anger in his eyes quickly subsided, replaced by indescribable sadness and bitterness.
"Actually, you still resent me in your heart, right?"
Fourteen years ago, if he and Lu Jiangwan hadn't left the house in anger and Lu Jiangwan was in a hurry to find him, maybe there wouldn't have been a car accident, and there wouldn't have been...
He began to blame himself.
He didn't realize until now that he was actually not a good husband or a good father, because he was the one who made his first wife pass away with regret, leaving the young Rong Lingling without a mother!
Hearing this, Rong Lingling slowly turned his head and met his eyes.
Amidst the chirping of sparrows outside the window, he heard her voice coming clearly, "You have never treated me badly, so I am still willing to respect you, but -"
She changed the topic, clenched her fists, and her eyes were red. She raised her head, forced to hold back her tears, and her voice was as cold as a sharp knife, "My mother's death has nothing to do with you!"<
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The scene from that year reappeared in her mind. Her mother fell in a pool of blood, and the bright red and warm blood soaked the school uniform she was wearing. She opened her mouth, but her eyes were still gentle, as if she wanted to comfort her, who was too frightened, not to cry.
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However, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, and she could not utter a word except the sound of "ho ho".
In the end, she did not persist until the ambulance arrived. When those ever-gentle eyes finally closed, Rong Lingling knew that her mother was pretending to be sorry.
She neither saw her husband for the last time nor remembered the names of the people she saw in her dream.
"It's my fault."
Rong Changyan thought that he had no reason to defend himself, because that was the fact.
He wanted to ask Rong Lingling if he had not had a relationship with Jiang Shuli back then, if things would not have developed like this.
But it is a pity that if has never existed in this world, everything in the world is intertwined and time cannot go back.
"So I have to move out. I can't change what happened between you and Jiang Shuli, but I can't accept it!"
Not to mention anything else, she couldn't compromise with Jiang Shuli just because she was related to her mother's death.
Although Rong Changyan believed that Lu Jiangwan's death was just an accident, and although she had no substantial evidence in her hands, she was certain.
She has investigated her. Behind Jiang Shuli, in addition to the Jiang family, there is a more mysterious existence.
Rong Changyan looked away, lowered his head, put his hands on the table, and rubbed them unconsciously.
When he married Jiang Shuli, Jiang Shuli was pregnant. Although the child was accidentally miscarried, he could not divorce her for this reason.
Even though he felt guilty for Lu Jiangwan in his heart.
He chose to marry Jiang Shuli back then because he did not want the child to become an illegitimate child.
Making mistakes is inevitable, but you can’t make them again and again.
Rong Linngling opened the door and walked out, leaving Rong Changyan alone in the study in a daze.
She still had some luggage left to pack. No matter whether Rong Changyan's attitude towards her remained unchanged or he was completely disappointed after this incident, she didn't want to give any explanation.
The suitcase was placed in the center of the bedroom, and the old photo of her and Lu Jiangwan was carefully put away.
The night wind started to pick up, and she took the car keys and went out.
In the endless darkness, the red Lamborghini drove onto the highway.
She made up her mind to vent, so she did not slow down the car even when turning, and the car behind her was pulled further and further away by her.
The car window was lowered, and the night wind rushed in, ruffling her hair.
On this cool night after the rain, she maximized the performance of the sports car.
There were lights flickering in the distance. Somehow, she got off the highway and followed the direction of the lights to a place.
Parking the car on the side of the road, she walked forward alone.
This is a cemetery, and it is the cemetery where her mother is buried.
"Mom, you missed me, right?"
Otherwise, how could she come here by chance?
No one likes to come to a cemetery at night, a place that makes them feel gloomy when they think about it, but at this moment, Rong Lingling does not feel afraid. Her memory guides her to Lu Jiangwan’s tombstone.
She bent her knees and knelt down. At this moment, she finally had no reason to hold back her tears.
"I haven't seen you for four years. Am I feeling bad... I still haven't found any evidence, nor have I helped you find your family..."
Her eyes were filled with tears, and her trembling fingers touched the black and white portrait on the cold tombstone.
Lu Jiangwan had already lost her memory before she met Rong Changyan. She didn't remember her name, where her home was, or even how she came to the imperial capital. She only remembered her surname was "Lu".
"I already have the ability. If you give me a little more time, I will definitely fulfill your last wish!"
"Is this Miss Rong?" A familiar and clear male voice sounded from behind. Rong Linngling wiped her face and turned around.
The man stood under the moonlight, with a halo covering his body. In the hazy night, his face looked colder than usual.
The slim handmade suit made his figure more upright. He held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in one hand and put the other hand casually in his pocket. The dark cuffs were rolled up to reveal his watch. He was extremely noble and casual.
Extremely.
It's Mo Chi Feng.
"Mr. Mo?" The mood has not been fully adjusted, and the voice is hoarse and a little nasal.
"I'm here to see Aunt Lu."
Rong Linngling turned sideways, bent down, bowed to Lu Jiangwan's portrait, and then placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.
"You and my mother will still be good sisters even if we get there, right?"