Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, suddenly recalling how she leaned against the headboard reading a magazine last night.
She actually already knew... So she already knew...
No wonder she seed uninterested last night; it must have been because of Qiao Yun.
Thinking of this, Fu Nancheng imdiately turned around, a trace of unease rising in his heart.
Yet, Yang Peiyun stepped forward again to block her: "Mr. Fu, do you really have no feelings for Xiao Yun at all?"
Fu Nancheng’s gaze grew colder.
It’s strange to say, but he could never forget the girl in his mories, nor those past recollections.
But, facing Qiao Yun, aside from a bit of pity and guilt, he truly couldn’t muster any other emotions.
Thinking about it, if it weren’t for those childhood mories, he probably wouldn’t even have this slight pity and guilt.
"Step aside." He was sowhat unsettled at the mont, worried that Qiao Mo might be angry with him.
"Mr. Fu... do you really feel nothing for Xiao Yun?" Yang Peiyun was sowhat unwilling: "Why is fate so unfair to Xiao Yun? Clearly, back then, the person you loved was her!"
This was a question Fu Nancheng could not answer, but he was only sure that the person he loved now was Qiao Mo.
"Back then was back then, people change. Mrs. Yang, Qiao Yun and I have already missed our chance."
"Fine, weren’t you asking about that ssage from back then? You asked why Xiao Yun sent such a heartless text, but the truth is, that ssage was sent by Qiao Mo. After she complained to Old Mrs. Qiao, she took Xiao Yun’s phone and sent you that ssage!" Yang Peiyun roared between sobs, her eyes bloodshot.
Fu Nancheng was stunned; that ssage back then... was sent by Xiao Mo?
"It was because of Xiao Mo that Xiao Yun couldn’t make it to the eting on ti. It was also because she took the phone that caused you to hate Xiao Yun for so many years. It was because of her that fire broke out, and yet now you hold her dear! It’s utterly ridiculous!" Yang Peiyun’s state seed unstable, laughing and crying.
Fu Nancheng stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "Mrs. Yang seems to be more than just biased towards her two daughters."
Yang Peiyun was slightly stunned, eyes blurred with tears, avoiding her gaze, she slowly said: "I just feel aggrieved for Xiao Yun."
Fu Nancheng chuckled lightly, slowly saying: "But even if everything back then was indeed done by Xiao Mo, I still can’t bring myself to hate her."
Yang Peiyun’s face turned unsightly, shifting from blue to red, and then to purple, staring at Fu Nancheng in disbelief.
The door of the hospital ward made a light sound, Yang Peiyun looked up and saw a corner of Qiao Yun’s hospital gown exposed, her heart tightened, fearing she couldn’t bear it.
Fu Nancheng didn’t look back, facing Yang Peiyun again: "I advise Mrs. Yang not to waste her efforts, no matter what Qiao Mo has done, she is the woman I love."
With those words, he left without a second thought. Fu Nancheng walked away from her side.
As soon as he left, Qiao Yun by the door fra began to sob and collapsed to the ground: "Mom... what do we do... what do we do! The person he loves is still Qiao Mo... Why does he still love Qiao Mo!"
Qiao Yun howled like soone gone mad, tears streaming, her face exceptionally pale.
"Xiao Yun, don’t get agitated, please don’t get agitated." Yang Peiyun was a bit nervous, trying to help her up from the ground.
But Qiao Yun pushed her away: "He’s going to marry Qiao Mo... He’s going to marry Qiao Mo!"
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