Yang Zijun's words were undoubtedly a hard blow to the head, or a series of fatal punches.
What did my mother do wrong? Why did she have to suffer like this?
In the hesitant, helpless and desperate situation at that time, she thought she would be saved by asking for help from the person she loved deeply, but what she didn't expect was the sad news of "sacrifice".
Yang Qianyu's heart was broken.
She wished she could travel through time and space and go back to that era to hug her poor and miserable mother.
Seeing that she was emotionally broken and messy, Feng Moyan turned the wheelchair involuntarily, pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms.
"Qianqian...Qianqian, if you want to cry, cry. It will make you feel better..." He murmured while stroking Qianyu's head, gently comforting her.
But Yang Qianyu couldn't cry in this place.
She used to hate Yang Guohua, hate him for being unfair, partial, and neglecting her - but now, her feelings for Yang Guohua go beyond hatred.
If there were no children, she would probably not be able to control her desire to kill, and would have to kill this scumbag, who is worse than a beast, to avenge her mother's miserable life!
She gritted her teeth tightly, still unable to restrain the trembling and anger pouring from the depths of her heart, so she could only restrain herself in the man's arms.
"Mo Yan, let's go... I don't want to see him..." I don't want to see this disgusting, dirty scum, and I don't want to breathe the same air with him.
"Okay, let's go home."
Feng Moyan nodded, pulled her into his arms again, and held her tightly.
Yang Qianyu understood what he was thinking and wanted to get up, but he pushed her back down again: "Don't move, I'm fine..."
At this time, even if Feng Moyan lost his legs, he would hug her tightly and give her warmth and comfort.
Yang Qianyu was indeed in such a mess that she couldn't think, and her mind went blank. She was held in his arms and held down by him again, and she stopped struggling.
She was like a weathered and dilapidated rag doll, losing all consciousness and reflexes, and Feng Moyan led her out of the conference room.
Yang Qianyu had no memory of how she got home all the way.
It wasn't until the children's cheers reached her ears that she realized she was back home.
"Shh... Mom is not feeling well. Don't disturb her. Go and play by yourself." Feng Moyan watched the children rushing up excitedly and quickly told them to be silent.
The three little ones immediately became quiet.
"Is mom sick?"
"Mom is in a bad mood?"
"Dad, did you quarrel with mom again?"
Feng Moyan's mood was also very complicated, but he still had to work up his energy to deal with the children. He explained gently: "Mom and dad didn't quarrel. Mom is just a little uncomfortable. She will be fine after a nap. You go and play first."
"oh."
The children turned and walked away.
Feng Moyan took Yang Qianyu back to the room and to the bedside, "Would you like to sleep for a while?"
Yang Qianyu nodded, got up from his arms, and lay on the bed like a puppet.
Feng Moyan reached for the quilt and covered her with it.
Behind him, Xiaoyu came in without knowing when, holding a glass of water in his hand: "Dad, this is warm water for mom to drink."
"Well, you're so good. Put it down. Mom will drink it later."
Xiaoyu put down the water glass and looked at his mother who was lying on the pillow with her eyes open, her little face full of worry: "Dad, is mom okay?"
"It's okay, dad is with her."
"Well, then you can call me if you need anything."
"OK."
Xiaoyu turned around and left. Feng Moyan moved the wheelchair and leaned against the bed again, held her hand, scraped her face with his other hand, comforted her gently, and sighed quietly.
"I know you feel uncomfortable. You feel wronged and distressed for your mother. Now that you're home, you can cry if you want, but after crying, you'd better cheer up as soon as possible. I think my aunt in heaven doesn't want to see you so sad."
He persuaded her gently, his big palm always falling on the side of her face, caressing her gently.
Yang Qianyu's eyes were empty and she nodded in a daze.
After being silent for a while, she raised her eyes and looked at the man: "You go and stay with the children, I want to take a nap..."
Feng Moyan knew that she didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to be alone.
Understanding her mood at this time, the man did not force her, "Okay, you have been working very hard these days, so go get some sleep. The children and I will always be by your side no matter what."
"good……"
Although Feng Moyan was worried, he still respected her intention, leaned over, kissed the side of her face softly, and turned to leave.
When he closed the door to the room, the tenderness and doting on his face disappeared.
The children went to play by themselves. He took the mobile phone, slowly moved the wheelchair towards the balcony, and made a call.
"We cut off Yang Guohua's treatment fee at the hospital. Well... don't worry about it. He will be discharged without money for treatment. It has nothing to do with us. Send someone to follow him secretly to prevent him from causing any more trouble."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Moyan gritted his teeth, thinking of Yang Guohua's face that was worse than a beast, he wished he could send him to see the King of Hell directly!
This kind of scum is just a waste of resources.
He will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt Qian Qian, no matter who they are.
But thinking about Zhuo Yueluan, he had a headache.
With his current ability, he is no match for Zhuo Yueluan. Moreover, based solely on Wanzhuo Technology's international and domestic influence and its huge prestige as a democratic brand, he does not want to target Wanzhuo Group.
Therefore, the only thing that can be done is to stop Qianqian from seeing that person again.
No matter how innocent he was back then, the harm he caused to Qianqian mother and daughter cannot be undone.
Unless Qianqian is willing to accept him, no one can force him or kidnap him morally.
After thinking about all this, he began to make arrangements.
He must buy back the courtyard house.
Fortunately, after the confrontation between the company and Lingfeng ended, it was a foregone conclusion that Lingfeng was losing ground. Now he is in jail and bankrupt, and he no longer has any deterrent effect.
Thanks to the cooperation with Wanzhuo, the company's stock price has risen strongly in recent days.
Feng Moyan thought about it, waiting for the market to open on Monday, and began to sell out in a planned way to cash out. When he had enough money, he would buy back the courtyard first.
The phone rang, bringing back his gloomy mood.
I looked down and saw a call from home.
"Hello."
"Mo Yan, you are discharged from the hospital today, right?" It was Xu Hong on the other side of the phone, and her tone and attitude were much more kind and charitable than before.
"Yeah." Feng Moyan roughly guessed what his mother was going to say, and his eyebrows began to wrinkle.
Sure enough, Xu Hong asked: "Then when will you come back for dinner? Didn't your dad tell you a few days ago? When you are discharged from the hospital, bring that woman back... But I see that there is a lot of chaos on the Internet these days -"
Speaking of this, Xu Hong hesitated and asked a little cautiously: "Mo Yan... Your dad and I are both curious, are the things posted on the Internet true? Your dad came back from a business trip in City S and said that.
I just find it strange... You said she stayed abroad for several years, how come she still has such great connections after returning to China? If it is really like what is said on the Internet, she has some unclear relationship with that man..."