The return of the rich and powerful family

Su Mingjue was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with her head slightly lowered, motionless, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Lu Jing walked up to him, stopped, looked at him with a frown, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Mingjue's reaction seemed a little slow, and it took him a while to look up at him.Lu Jingxing saw that Su Mingjue's eyes were red and swollen, and they were covered with bloodshot eyes.

"I feel uncomfortable." Su Mingjue said, his voice was so hoarse that his voice was a little blurred.He tightly covered his heart with one hand, and said, "She made an appointment for an abortion this morning."

After Lu Jingxing listened, his eyebrows frowned.

He originally thought that Cheng Yinian would not take away the child if he knew about Su Mingjue's situation.But I didn't expect women to be more cruel than men. She refused to give Su Mingjue even the last hope.

Su Mingjue fainted suddenly yesterday, probably related to Cheng Yinian's miscarriage.

"Actually, this is pretty good. I'm going to die, why leave a posthumous child and drag her down for the rest of my life." Su Mingjue said again.

After he finished speaking, he almost subconsciously reached out to touch the cigarette case and lighter on the side coffee table.He poured the last cigarette out of the pack and held it between his fingers.I don't know if it was because my hands were shaking too much. The flame of the lighter kept shaking, and it didn't ignite for a long time.

Lu Jingxing probably couldn't stand it anymore, took the lighter from his hand, and helped him light the cigarette smoothly.

Su Mingjue took a few puffs of cigarette forcefully, probably because he inhaled too hard, and the smoke choked into his lungs, causing him severe pain.He kept coughing until tears came out.

Lu Jingxing didn't say anything, he knew it was useless to persuade him now.He just reached out and pressed Su Mingjue's shoulder with some force.

After Su Mingjue smoked half a cigarette, his mood seemed to ease a lot.He threw the remaining half of a cigarette into the crystal ashtray, and then stood up from the sofa.

"I'm a little tired and want to go home."

"Well, I'll let Xu Chen see you off." Lu Jingxing said.

"Xu Chen is very busy, just let the driver drive me." Su Mingjue did not refuse.His current physical condition is indeed very bad. If he gets mixed up on the way home, it will really be a laughing stock.

Lu Jingxing's driver personally took Su Mingjue back to Su's house.

Since Wang Fang returned to her mother's house, the small building of Su's house seemed extraordinarily quiet and empty.

When Su Mingjue returned home, only Xiao Qi was at home.

Xiao Qi has always been quite afraid of the eldest young master of the Su family. After greeting him politely, he consciously did not forget to be by Su Mingjue's side.

Su Mingjue went straight back to the room on the second floor. The moment the door closed, all emotions could no longer be concealed, and broke out almost instantly.

Su Mingjue smashed everything that could be smashed in the room on the second floor, as if he couldn't find any other outlet for venting.

After smashing things, Su Mingjue felt as if he had exhausted all his strength, and could only sit slumped in the mess, with his head down, tears poured out uncontrollably, and fell on the floor one after another.

He didn't complain about the unfair fate, nor was he so afraid of death.People are always going to die, sooner or later.He was just sad, sad, sad, and just when he thought happiness was within reach, he was suddenly pushed into the boundless hell.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a father, and his child is also an innocent little life, but he has no chance to be born into this colorful world.

Su Mingjue didn't know how to save this innocent child, he couldn't even save himself.For the first time, he felt that he was so useless.

When Su Jianguo returned home, he walked up the solid wooden stairs and saw this scene when he opened the door.

The house was in a mess, and the degree of destruction was comparable to that of Syria after the war.And Su Mingjue sat paralyzed in the mess, froze and motionless, looking like a statue.