Young master, your vest fell off

Qu Lan didn't speak, just looked at Fu Miaomiao quietly.

Fu Miaomiao lowered her head, her eyes fell on the diary again, and she repeated the words just now, her voice was misty and chilly, "My mother committed suicide."

Qu Lan didn't know if she regretted giving this diary to Fu Miaomiao now.

If Fu Miaomiao's mother committed suicide, then her death has nothing to do with Fu Yanqiu.

However, she couldn't hide such a big matter and destroy the diary.

If she did, her conscience would torture her for the rest of her life.

Qu Lan took a deep breath before speaking again: "Miaomiao, listen to me, your mother is because of Zhang Min's existence..."

Fu Miaomiao suddenly laughed, "So, do you think Fu Yanqiu is right?"

Qu Lan opened his mouth, but no words came out.

How could it be right?

Fu Miaomiao stared at the diary, unable to control her eyes blurred with tears.

She put the diary to her heart, and her heart ached... That was the pain of her mother, she could feel it.

She closed her eyes, letting tears of sadness wash over her pale cheeks.

Only now did she know from this diary how painful her mother's final stage was.

If a person is not even afraid of death, how terrible would it be to live?

"Miaomiao..." Qu Lan patted Fu Miaomiao's back lightly, again and again.

Fu Miaomiao turned around and slipped into Qu Lan's arms. She, who was always strong, finally burst into tears.

Qu Lan didn't comfort her.

Just cry out.

Fu Miaomiao vented all the pain and depression in her heart through tears, and the clogged part of her heart felt better.

She left Qu Lan's embrace and sat up, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, looked into Qu Lan's eyes and said, "Aunt Lan, thank you for giving me this diary."

Qu Lan did not speak.

Fu Miaomiao was really grateful to Qu Lan. If it was someone else, even Fu Yanqiu might choose to destroy this diary directly.

Fu Miaomiao put the diary in the bag.

Only then did Qu Lan speak: "Miaomiao, what are you going to do?"

"Revenge." Fu Miaomiao said, her voice was no longer hoarse and choked, only endless coldness remained.

Qu Lan could not help but shiver, "Revenge?"

Fu Miaomiao looked sideways at Qu Lan, "What? I shouldn't take revenge?"

Qu Lan shook her head.

Naturally, she would not stop Fu Miaomiao from taking revenge.

Don't persuade people to be kind without others suffering.

only……

This matter is not only related to Zhang Min, but the worst thing is Fu Yanqiu.

But Qulan couldn't let go of her feelings for Fu Yanqiu after all.

Fu Miaomiao didn't hear Qu Lan's words, and didn't continue to ask. She thanked Qu Lan again, got up and left.

Jian Qin has been waiting for Fu Miaomiao in the car. She immediately noticed that Fu Miaomiao's face was very strange, and finally she took the initiative to talk to Fu Miaomiao for the first time.

"Boss, what happened?"

Fu Miaomiao started the engine and said in a cold voice, "It's all right."

Jian Qin looked at Fu Miaomiao silently for a while, without further questioning.

Fu Miaomiao drove back to the apartment, opened the diary again, and read page by page.

In fact, at the very beginning, Fu Yanqiu told his mother that he didn't like his mother, and there were women outside, and if his mother couldn't bear it, he could divorce anytime and anywhere.

Heh, what a righteous and awe-inspiring man, he can say such things.

Fu Miaomiao continued to look back.

[That woman came to me, she said she was pregnant, and asked me to leave Yanqiu, Yanqiu doesn't like me, she likes her, only she is worthy to be the hostess of this family, a mistress, how can she enter the house, yes The main room said such high-sounding words?Is love more important than morality?Could it be that other people's love can be trampled on casually?I didn't tell her that I was pregnant too, and I loved him too, so what if I did?My love will never be reciprocated. 】

Seeing this, Fu Miaomiao's eyes were blurred again with tears, and she endured the pain in her heart and continued to look through.

It turned out that it was Zhang Min who went to find her mother time and time again and asked her to divorce Fu Yanqiu, which completely broke down the last line of defense in her heart.

It was Zhang Min who forced her mother to death.

But what about Fu Yanqiu?

Does he have no responsibility at all?

Did he think it would be all right if he said something?
He failed to stand up to protect his mother, failed to fulfill his obligations as a husband, and even failed to be straightforward and divorced his mother directly...

If Zhang Min was the murderer who forced his mother to death, then Fu Yanqiu, his emotional torture to his mother was the last snowflake in the avalanche.

Fu Miaomiao turned the diary to the last page...

My mother said that every time Zhang Min went to see her, her belief in living became less.

but……

[Miaomiao, my daughter, I'm sorry for you, mother is the most timid and failed mother in the world. 】

【Miaomiao, for you, mother will definitely support you. 】

[Miaomiao, I'm sorry, mom is really sad and in pain. 】

【Miaomiao, my daughter, goodbye. 】

Fu Miaomiao closed her eyes, tears bursting again.

She can feel her mother's pain and struggle, as well as her mother's guilt and reluctance for her...

But mom, why don't you wait for me?

When I grow up, I can protect you.

Now, I'll never have a chance.

Fu Miaomiao hugged the diary, feeling pain in her heart, as if being torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, bloody pain.

"Miaomiao!" A deep and anxious voice suddenly sounded.

Fu Miaomiao raised her head following the sound, and in her blurred vision, Situ Han strode over and knelt down in front of her, with a trace of panic in her deep voice, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Fu Miaomiao's tears from breaking the embankment were still flowing. Seeing Situ Han, the pain and sorrow in her heart broke out again. She threw herself into Situ Han's arms and cried loudly.

Situ Han hugged Fu Miaomiao tightly, comforting her softly, "I'm here, Miaomiao, I'm here..."

In Situ Han's arms, Fu Miaomiao was tired from crying and her tears dried up, so she left Situ Han's arms and sat up straight.

Situ Han held Fu Miaomiao's little hand tightly, and stared at her with deep eyes, "Miaomiao, what happened? As I said, you can tell me anything, no matter what happens, I will be with you face."

Fu Miaomiao's butterfly-like eyelashes were glistening with teardrops, and her tear-stained little face carried a trace of broken beauty. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, "Situ Han, my mother was raped by Zhang Min and Fu Yanqiu." I just found out today that she said she couldn't bear to part with me, but she was in so much pain that she couldn't hold on anymore, Situ Han, my mother committed suicide because of depression."