As soon as these four words came out, Murong Rong was stunned.
Then she frowned: "Mom, what are you talking about? Dad died to protect Mr. Song!"
"It seems that you don't want to believe what I, the mother, say."
Murong Rong was silent for a moment: "Yes, I can't believe it. Mom, you can't..."
Li Xiuqin interrupted Murong Rong and said coldly: "Your father died to protect Mr. Song, but the person who wanted revenge was Rong Jiuci!
Mr. Song was innocent and implicated, but your father was even more innocent. He died trying to save Mr. Song! He was not even in his forties when he died! I lost my husband when I was in my forties! You know
I don’t know how overwhelming it was for me at that time!”
"But what about you? First, you stepped on your father's bones and married into the Song family as a young mistress! Now, you ignored your father's tragic death to give birth to children for Rong Jiuci and married him as a young lady!"
"Murong Rong, I have seen unfilial people, but I have never seen anyone as unfilial as you! You took full advantage of your father's death! But you are not worried that one day your father will come to find you in your dream?"
"Have you never thought about how you will face your father after you die and tell him how you behaved politely in front of your enemy?"
Li Xiuqin's voice became louder and louder, and every word seemed to turn into a sharp sword, stabbing Murong Rong with holes in it.
Murong Rong's face turned pale and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Li Xiuqin couldn't help but smile when she saw it. Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred: "Murong Rong, haven't you been asking me why I kidnapped Chen Chen? Do you want to stab Rong Jiuci? This is the answer."
"Since I accidentally found out that my husband was actually involved and died, I have been planning that day. I have been feeling the piercing pain all the time these years, so naturally I want to let the Rong family feel it!
"
Li Xiuqin sneered again: "The only pity is that I hate it so much that I want to see Rong Jiuci in pain, so I didn't directly deal with that little bastard Rong Xingchen! I hate that I moved too slowly and the knife didn't stab deep enough.
, failed to kill Rong Jiuci!"
"But what I hate the most is you, Murong Rong! How mean and self-less you must be to get involved with an enemy who killed your father! Answer me! Answer me!"
Li Xiuqin's words were like a lightning strike to Murong Rong. She staggered back a few steps, looking at her mother's teeth and claws, as if she was crazy, and couldn't help but step back again and again.
No……
Murong Rong shook his head, that's not the case.
That's absolutely not the case.
Suddenly, Murong Rong couldn't stay any longer. She immediately turned around and left the room in a hurry. The figure seemed to have fled.
The subordinate glanced at Li Xiuqin, who was still yelling, and hurriedly followed Murong Rong.
After they all left, Li Xiuqin softened and sat on the sofa. She raised her hand to lift the hair that was scattered on her face, revealing her gloomy and mean face.
That ferocious expression finally turned into a sneer.
She then thought about the note she received late that night. The words written on it were what she had just said. In order to make these words sound more credible, she hid in the bathroom and practiced for several nights.
It looks pretty good now.
Murong Rong wants to overcome Wan Xin and reunite with Rong Jiuci as a family, but that is just a dream!
She wanted to see how Murong Rong and Rong Jiuci could remain in love till the end of their lives despite the revenge of killing their father!
…
Murong Rong stood on the corridor with dizziness before her eyes.
The sky that was still gray in the morning has cleared up, the sun is warm, and the little girls who are not afraid of the cold have put on long skirts, looking young and beautiful.
But despite being so warm, Murong Rong still felt bitingly cold.
Her mother's hysteria and the sentence Rong Jiuci was the one who killed her father were still ringing in her ears!
The enemy who killed his father...
"Young Madam..."
Hearing the voice in her ears, Murong Rong came back to her senses and saw the subordinate who had been following her looking at her worriedly.
"I'm fine."
Murong Rong subconsciously clenched the small piano hanging on her chest. The hard, slightly cool touch made her slowly calm down.
"I'm really fine."
Murong Rong took a deep breath, and the expression on his face slowly disappeared: "Little brother..."
"My name is Meng Qing."
"Meng Qing."
Murong Rong called his name, then looked at him sincerely and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Young lady, this is serious. Please speak."
"Can I ask you not to tell Rong Jiuci what my mother just said?"
"this……"
Meng Qing's face was full of embarrassment.
"It's not that I want to hide it from Rong Jiuci, but I want to think about how I am going to tell him. You also know what happened just now... what happened just now, if it is told, will it affect the relationship between Rong Jiuci and me?
It has a great impact on our relationship, I have to find a proper way to tell him. Please, okay?"
Meng Qing was still hesitant at first, but when he saw Murong Rong's sincere eyes, he immediately nodded and agreed.
However, he still said: "Young madam, I can only promise that Mr. Rong won't ask about it, and I won't say anything."
Murong Rong understood what Meng Qing meant and agreed.
After meeting Li Xiuqin, Murong Rong was exhausted physically and mentally. She did not return to the studio, but returned to Dijingyuan.
Sister-in-law Xiang was a little surprised when she saw Murong Rong coming back: "Young madam, you are back. Chicken soup is simmering in the kitchen. Have some."
"No, I want to go back to my room and rest first."
After Murong Rong finished speaking, he went upstairs.
She took off her coat, lay on the big bed, and stared at the familiar roof in front of her, her mother's shrill voice still ringing in her ears.
Murong Rong couldn't help but close her eyes, she pulled up the quilt and covered her head.
"Unfilial daughter..."
"Unfilial daughter..."
Erratic and cold voices came from all directions.
Murong Rong couldn't help but look around: "Who is talking?"
"Unfilial daughter, Murong Rong, you unfilial daughter!"
"Who is talking?" Murong Rong stood up with a cry and looked around cautiously.
However, the room was silent and there was no sound.
Murong Rong sat back on the sofa and just picked up the magazine beside her and flipped through two pages when the shouting started again.
Murong Rong was annoyed, who was pretending to be a ghost?
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, step by step, as if stepping on her heart.
Murong Rong felt a chill on her back. She grabbed the thick book in her hand without hesitation and was about to smash it when she stopped.
"Dad...Dad..."
Murong Rong stared blankly at the man in front of her. This face was familiar yet unfamiliar to her, but she had always clearly remembered her father's appearance.
Compared with her mother's indifference and indifference to her, her father has always been the one who loves her at home.
Her father once held her in his arms and raised her above his head to see the world in the distance.
It is said that a father's love is like a mountain. She didn't know if her father loved her like a mountain, but it did warm her whole youth.