Now, both mother and daughter have beco suspects in the accident eight years ago, and the police are continuously investigating the case.
It is estimated that the trial will begin in a month.
After the incident, Xu Wan was hospitalized, extrely weak physically.
Xie Qinghuan took a month’s leave and hasn’t returned to work.
Qiao Dehou heard the news in the hospital room and fought fiercely with the police guarding him, trying to visit Qiao Mo.
Jiang Jinghao still lived in the house Qiao Mo had rented before, and hadn’t left.
As for Fu Nancheng... he lived like a walking corpse.
...
The next day was Qiao Mo’s funeral.
In a cetery near Nanshan Villa, with picturesque mountains and streams, the scenery was great.
The sky was still dark, only a few scattered lights appeared.
At three in the morning, he had grood himself.
Took a shower, carefully styled his hair, polished his shoes until they glead, chose a suit she liked, and tied a dark blue tie.
It was as if he was going to a very important eting, he left very early.
Without a driver, he walked alone through the drizzling rain, arriving early at the funeral location.
Because it was still too early, there was no one there.
With the unique chill of late autumn, he stood before her grave for a long ti, gently placing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
On the tombstone, she smiled brightly.
It was her photo from two years ago.
Looking at her smile, he gently tugged at the corners of his lips.
He couldn’t help but think, perhaps eting him was the beginning of all her misfortunes.
If she hadn’t t him, she might not have died.
Fu Nancheng stood silently before the tombstone, scenes from the past six months playing in his mind.
They could have happily continued together, yet they missed each other for so long.
Xiao Mo, have you seen our baby?
I want so much to go find you both.
You’ve gone, the world seems dark.
But I can never believe you would be so cruel, can’t believe you’d leave like this.
I’ve thought, perhaps dying is the greatest comfort I can give you.
But Xie Qinghuan is right, living is the greatest punishnt for , will that make you happier?
Many people attended the funeral, whether genuine or insincere, everyone appeared deeply mournful.
Fu Nancheng remained silent throughout, regardless of bla or resentnt, he never uttered a word.
A few days after the funeral, Jiang Jinghao went abroad, leaving Jiang City, to develop the family’s business overseas.
Xie Qinghuan also had to muster the strength to start working again.
Fu Nancheng would return to Nanshan Villa every day on ti.
The second floor had beco more thoroughly a forbidden area for everyone.
Except for Nanny Wang who was allowed to go up once a day to clean, no one was allowed to venture there.
This day, just as dawn broke, Fu Nancheng sat up.
He had almost not slept all night, yet there was no trace of fatigue in his expression.
After getting up, he looked tenderly to the side, and softly said, "Good morning, Xiao Mo."
The bed was empty, not a wrinkle in the sheets or the duvet.
He tidied himself as usual, then personally went to the kitchen to prepare two breakfasts.
"You don’t like eating vegetables that aren’t fresh, today’s okra and Chinese broccoli were flown in, you will definitely like them."
"I’ll make you a soup later, okay? What kind of soup do you want to drink?"
He busied himself in the kitchen, the only light on the dark second floor was a warm-toned small lamp in the kitchen.
Even though he was the only one on the whole second floor, he acted as if Qiao Mo was still there, tirelessly talking to her.
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