Her mother had a handkerchief relationship with Mo Chifeng’s mother.
Her mother had mentioned this matter to her many times. She said that Mrs. Mo was her best friend, as gentle as water, and good at everything, but it was a pity that life was short.
She looked at Mo Chifeng in silence, and Mo Chifeng was also looking at her. Everyone knew the next topic, but no one was too stubborn to speak first.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, showing its power in the silent night, blowing on people's faces with numb pain.
Mo Chifeng looked at her messed up hair and suggested, "My car is parked at the entrance. Get in my car and talk?"
Rong Linngling did not refuse, "Where is Aunt Jing's tomb?"
Because of the relationship between her mother and Mrs. Mo, and because Mo Chifeng took the initiative to visit her mother, she also wanted to bow in front of Mrs. Mo's grave.
Mrs. Mo's surname was Jing, and she was born into the Jing family, a prominent family at the time. The shocking tragedy that year caused the destruction of the Mo and Jing families. The main bloodline of the two families was except Mo Chifeng, who was only one year old at the time.
, all died.
Many people kept this matter secret. She only remembered that her mother would choke up and have a headache every time she thought about it.
"It's just in front, not far away. I'll take you there."
There is also a bouquet of white chrysanthemums placed in front of Mrs. Mo's tombstone, which was placed by Mo Chifeng.
"Mother, this is Aunt Lu's daughter." Mo Chifeng pointed at Rong Lingling and said.
"Aunt Jing, my name is Rong Lingling. I am Lu Jiangwan's daughter. I'm here to see you."
She bent down and bowed seriously, feeling increasingly complicated.
Why did the two people who amazed the imperial capital back then end up in such an ending?
One was implicated, the other was jealous, fate took the lead, and no one was favored.
Mo Chifeng's car was parked not far from her car. It was a black sports car. Because it was dark, she didn't pay attention when she came.
After coming out of the cemetery, Mo Chifeng opened the passenger door for her with an elegant and gentlemanly movement.
Rong Lingling leaned on the seat and looked at the mottled tree shadows and low grass outside the window.
Mo Chifeng's sizing eyes fell on her and never left her.
"After meeting my mother, your mood seems to have gotten worse, Miss Rong."
He could feel her depression.
"You will avenge Aunt Jing, right?" She suddenly turned around and said, feeling regretful after saying that.
Her mood fluctuated so much today that she said some things without thinking.
She had only met Mo Chifeng a few times. Although she had a relationship with her from the previous generation, revenge for Mrs. Mo was not her responsibility.
"I made a mistake, just take it as..."
The words "didn't hear" stuck in her throat, and she heard Mo Chifeng's firm voice.
He said, "Yes!"
If someone else asked him, he would most likely not answer, but the person who asked him this question was Rong Lingling, the beautiful, generous, magnanimous and somewhat naive Rong Lingling in his impression.
Somehow, he couldn't stay silent in front of her.
He couldn't see her expression clearly in the darkness, but he just felt that Rong Lingling's expression must be very cute now.
He shook his head slightly.
You must be possessed.
Rong Linngling clasped his hands on his left knee, moved his fingertips, and said after a while, "Oh."
This topic was started by her, and naturally it should be ended by her. If it continues, it will have no other effect except adding sentimentality.
"Why don't you continue talking and confirm that you and I are actually on the same journey?" He played with a lighter, pressing it and then withdrawing it, lighting it up and extinguishing it.
"Huh?"
His words were not just literal, he meant something, but she didn't want to be led away by his words.
"There's no point in hiding it like this anymore, Miss Rong." He finished slowly and then added lightly, "But, I'm not curious."
In the final analysis, if you are willing to be a simple person with such hatred, it would be a big mistake.
Revenge is not a whim that opens and closes the lips, nor is it a word of blood and tears lightly scratched by the tip of a pen. It requires evidence and capital.
Rong Linngling smiled and remained silent.
There was nothing wrong with what he said, even if she didn't want to admit it.
The feeling deep inside reminded her clearly that she was actually a little happy.
She is not the only one who is happy to walk alone on the road of revenge.
Maybe this idea is not correct, but in her world, it is so real.
It's so real...cruel.
"For many years, I have always had a question in my mind. I wonder if Ms. Rong can answer my question?"
His voice remained unchanged, but Rong Linngling knew: Today's topic is here.
"Mr. Mo, there is no need to be so polite. If you want to ask, just ask."
She didn't know what role she and her mother played in Mo Chifeng's eyes, but she was open and honest.
She will not rashly conceal what she knows, nor will she jump to conclusions about unknown matters.
"I found out that Aunt Lu came to find my mother the night before her accident."
What happened that year, the deepest conspiracy has not yet been exposed, but on the surface, Lu Jiangwan was a key figure.
The friendship between his mother and Lu Jiangwan was well-known in the imperial capital.
"My mother mentioned to me that the murder of Aunt Jing was not without clues. During that time, many things happened that were not coincidences but were better than coincidences. The night before the accident, my mother was really worried and came to remind her, but
..."
She took a deep breath and continued to talk about the cruel past she heard from Lu Jiangwan, "Aunt Jing didn't believe it, and she comforted my mother in turn. My mother also gradually let down her guard. Unexpectedly..."<
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What happened next is what the people of the imperial capital know.
"They would never have thought that such a life-threatening danger would happen to them." His voice was very soft, with some imperceptible mockery.
How he hoped that his mother would not be so stupid. If he could be more vigilant, would there be room for change in the matter?
Why was she so cruel to him? In his memory, she didn't even smile gently at him.
Such an idea only existed in his mind for a moment, and he soon thought that maybe God wanted him to become such a person.
"The crimes committed by the murderer will never be buried with the passage of time." She could only comfort him in this way.
"Will you go to the birthday banquet next week?" He took out a cigarette, changed the subject, and asked her, "Do you mind?"
She shook her head and said, "I don't mind. I am the eldest lady of the Rong family. I can never escape such situations."
Many men have mild or severe addiction to smoking. Rong Changyan and Nan Jinhuai also smoke regularly. She has been exposed to them for a long time, so she doesn’t mind.
What's more, at this time, she felt that he really needed to smoke a cigarette to calm down.
Although hatred is important, life must go on.
"Next time we meet, you can just call me by my name." He said, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
She didn't answer.
A few minutes later, she opened the car door and said to him, "Goodbye."