In the hospital ward.
Luo Ning covered her face, sobbing inconsolably. From the mont Zhang Peng himself said that it was Mo Han who had saved the person, she knew she had been wrong.
"How could I have been so foolish to believe Zhang Peng’s nonsense?"
Recalling the sowhat blurry yet exceptionally tall figure from yesterday afternoon, if it wasn’t Mo Han, who else could it be?
She raised her head and inadvertently saw the breakfast that Mo Han had brought, placed on the table.
It was her favorite, mushroom and sliced pork porridge.
Thinking back on the bits and pieces of the past year, tears filled Luo Ning’s eyes.
Although Mo Han hadn’t gone out to earn money this year, he was always the first one to get up and make breakfast for the family, and he took care of all the household chores as well.
Compared to herself, Mo Han had certainly made no small contribution to their ho.
"Wuwuwu..."
Her nose tingling with distress, Luo Ning said with a crying voice, "Dad, Mom, I wronged Mo Han!"
"He saved , yet I drove him away!"
"It’s all my fault..."
Yang ifeng and Luo Shanchuan had awkward expressions on their faces. If Mo Han had been driven away in anger, they were also partly to bla.
They hadn’t imagined that the well-dressed Zhang Hao with a decent family background would lie to them.
"Ning’er, don’t bla yourself," Yang ifeng said with a light cough, adding indifferently, "Even if Mo Han did save you, what of it?"
"Over the years, you have given so much for him. Isn’t it only right for him to save you?"
Luo Ning shook her head, tears streaming down as she said, "But we all misunderstood him, and we drove him away..."
"Tsk," Yang ifeng snorted disdainfully through her nose, "Look at his poor appearance, and he even stord off in a huff just because of a few harsh words. What, as his wife, we as parents-in-law can’t even say anything?"
"Is he so precious? Can’t he tolerate even a little grievance?"
Even though they were the ones in the wrong, Yang ifeng was unwilling to admit it.
Luo Ning, who had lived with her mother for many years, knew all too well her mother’s stubborn nature. Shaking her head and getting angry as well, she said, "Mom, I know you’ve never liked Mo Han, but you taught when I was little that if you make a mistake, you must apologize."
"Moreover, no matter what, Mo Han is my husband, Chen Chen’s father!"
"This ti we wronged him. It was him who saved , yet we all believed Zhang Hao."
"I must apologize to him!"
With that, she got out of bed and prepared to run out the door.
Yang ifeng had long been hoping for the two to divorce, for Luo Ning to find a rich second-generation heir like Zhang Hao. If Ning’er reconciled with Mo Han, wouldn’t that disrupt all her plans?
She hurriedly spread her arms out to block Luo Ning, her eyes craftily shifting as she said, "Ning’er, listen to Mom for a mont."
"It’s true that Mo Han saved you, but you also heard what Sir Zhang and the young master said, right?"
"Last night, the father and son of the Cao family died, and Mo Han had a conflict with Cao Xiongbin yesterday afternoon. This can’t have nothing to do with Mo Han."
"What if, I’m just saying what if, Mo Han in a fit of rage killed the Cao family’s father and son last night? Then he would be a murderer!"
"Ning’er, do you want to be with a murderer?"
Luo Shanchuan frowned slightly. His wife’s words beca more and more far-fetched, but upon further thought, it seed there could indeed be such a possibility.
This year, despite Mo Han’s silence and diligent work doing household chores at ho...
In this day and age, it’s often the most seemingly docile people who are the most terrifying. Wasn’t there a story in the newspaper recently about a worker who, normally docile and obedient, killed his boss’s family of five over a minor conflict?
According to what Zhang Hao had said, Cao Xiongbin had drugged and attempted to force himself on Ning’er. Given Mo Han’s temper, it was not inconceivable that he could have killed the Cao family father and son.
It must be said, their imaginations were indeed rich, yet they had unwittingly guessed the truth of the matter.
The Cao family’s father and son were indeed killed under Mo Han’s Puppetry Technique.
Luo Ning shook her head, her tone firm, "Mom, I believe in Mo Han. He has always been calm in his actions. It definitely wasn’t him who killed the Cao family father and son!"
"That Cao Xiongbin, who knows how many bad things he has done. It must have been his enemies who did this!"
As she was speaking, the TV in the room suddenly displayed a news flash.
"Dear viewers, a breaking news update: Last night, the chairman of Yunwei Group, Cao Yunwei, and his son Cao Xiongbin were murdered at the Splendid Golden Pavilion Club."
"After investigation, both were found to have consud large amounts of drugs that night. Police have found Cao Yunwei’s fingerprints on the murder weapon Desert Eagle. The police initially believe that Cao Yunwei, after taking a heavy amount of drugs and hallucinating, shot and killed his son Cao Xiongbin and his mistress Xiong Lu, followed by committing suicide."
"Jiangling TV Station reminds all citizens to cherish life and stay away from..."
Huh? What the heck?
Yang ifeng’s face flushed with alternating red and green patches—hadn’t she been slapped in the face way too quickly? She had just been suggesting that Mo Han was a murderer, yet now the TV station had directly announced the case results, indicating that it was actually a drug-fueled frenzy that led the Cao father and son to turn on each other.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Ning took out her phone and dialed a number.
"Mo Han, where are you? I want to see you..."
Reviews
All reviews (0)