The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

Kang Jingzhi had just returned to the room with a few children and was about to rest when he heard Master Li calling him from outside.

"Mr. Kang, Chief Jiang and Miss Ming are here. They said they want to talk to you about something."

Kang Jingzhi looked at the three little ones and waved: "Your parents are here, let's go and take a look."

One adult and three children left the room and came to the front yard.

Panpan ran over happily and hugged Mingzhu's thighs, saying, "Mom and Dad, why are you here? Did you miss me? I missed you, too."

Mingzhu lowered her head and gently pinched Panpan's little chubby face. Although she felt a little heavy, she did not treat her child perfunctorily in her attitude.

"Mom misses you guys so much. You three should go home and live with your parents later."

The three little ones were a little puzzled. Didn’t their parents just tell them a few days ago that they would stay here for a week?

Pan Pan couldn't keep it to herself and wondered, "Mom, haven't you lived here for a week?"

Mingzhu nodded and looked up at Kang Jingzhi.

Kang Jingzhi saw that she was unable to smile for a rare time, and wondered, "What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

Jiang Duo said: "Nothing happened at home, but...something happened at the Qin family. I will take the three children to wait at the door first. Zhuzhu, you can tell Kang Jingzhi about the situation."

After he finished speaking, he waved to the three kids and said, "Stand at attention, say goodbye to your godfather, then line up and follow me."

The three little ones obediently said goodbye to Kang Jingzhi one by one.

Kang Jingzhi waved his hand at them and said, "Go ahead. Whenever you want to live here, just come over."

After Jiang Duo took the three children away, Kang Jingzhi looked at Mingzhu again: "What could happen to the Qin family?"

"Qin Xiangrong and Qin Zhaozhao are both dead."

Kang Jingzhi was visibly stunned.

Mingzhu's next words shocked him even more: "After Qin Zhaozhao killed Qin Xiangrong, he jumped into the river and committed suicide."

Kang Jingzhi's hands, hanging by his side, curled up slightly: "Why did Qin Zhaozhao... do this?"

Mingzhu looked a little dejected and told Kang Jingzhi what had happened today.

Kang Jingzhi remained silent. Although his eyes were on Mingzhu, Mingzhu could feel that in the depths of his deep gaze, he was not looking at her, but was lost in his own world.

After a long while, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed: "Good death, they deserved it!"

"Jingzhi, don't be like this. I know deep down in your heart, you don't hate Zhaozhao."

"What does it matter whether I hate her or not? In this farce between our two families, everyone is a loser! Now the culprit is dead, killed by his own daughter. Can't I say that I am relieved?" When Kang Jingzhi said this, there was obviously a reluctant pain in his eyes.

Mingzhu looked at him and fell silent, then took out the letter Qin Zhaozhao left for him from her bag.

"This is the letter Zhao Zhao wrote to you after she killed Qin Xiangrong. To respect her privacy, we didn't read it after we got it from the investigators. You can take a look at it yourself."

Kang Jingzhi didn't even care about the stolen letter. He raised his hand to take it and was about to tear it up, saying, "If he dies, everything will be settled. Who wants to read this..."

Mingzhu frowned, stepped forward quickly, and held his hand: "Don't tear it!"

Kang Jingzhi met Mingzhu's solemn gaze.

Mingzhu tightly grasped his hand that was about to tear up the letter and shook her head: "This is the last words Qin Zhaozhao left in this world. Even if you don't want to read it now, don't tear it up. Put it away first. When you feel relieved and want to read it, take it out and read it."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Finally, Kang Jingzhi stopped trying to tear the letter, and Mingzhu slowly let go of his hand.

"I know you probably want to be alone now, so I'll go back first. If you have anything, feel free to call me at home. Even if... you just feel upset and want to have a drink with someone, you can contact me. I'm always here."

Kang Jingzhi nodded silently without saying anything.

Mingzhu turned and left. After walking a few steps, she thought of something and looked back at him: "Zhao Zhao's body was sent to the hospital morgue. Since she has no relatives, Jiang Duo and I decided to bury her. She will be cremated tomorrow. If you are willing... you can come over."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left without giving Kang Jingzhi a chance to answer directly.

Kang Jingzhi returned to his room feeling somewhat sad.

He turned off the lights and lay quietly on the bed. He was obviously thinking about a lot, but his mind seemed blank.

He had never experienced the feeling of having such an empty mind.

It's very uncomfortable and depressing.

He felt a little sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

At around two o'clock in the morning, he turned on the light in the room.

He got out of bed, walked to the table and picked up the letter that he had just thrown there.

Unfold.

The whole page was filled with neat and beautiful handwriting, except for some traces of being wet and dried in the middle of the paper.

Come to think of it...those were the tears Qin Zhaozhao shed when she was writing the letter.

Brother Jingzhi, I am glad to hear your letter.

I know you don't like me calling you that, but... please allow me to indulge you one last time.

Because of the time rush, I didn't even organize my language well, so what I wrote may be a little messy, please don't mind.

Brother Jingzhi, the happiest time in my life was when my mother was still alive and I mistakenly thought my family was harmonious. At that time, I didn't know that my father was a beast, so I especially liked to follow him and go to the dance troupe, because I would meet you there.

I don't have any brothers or sisters, but every time you call me "Sister Zhao Zhao", I feel very happy, because with you, I also have a brother. Even though we broke up later, I always feel happy when I recall that time.

In my memory, the candies that Brother Jingzhi left for me were fragrant, and the popsicles that he secretly bought for me were sweet. When I fell, Brother Jingzhi would help me up, pat the ground and say it was the ground's fault. To me, the time at that time really seemed stolen.

As a result, my life afterwards was too bitter. I hated you and resented you. I didn’t even understand why you targeted me and hurt me. Until today, I knew the truth.

Miss Mingzhu is a good person. She cleared up the chaos that I had been unable to understand, allowing me to see the truth. She also allowed me to calm down and slowly recall many things that had happened over the years.

I began to ask myself, have you really hurt me?

Brother Jingzhi, many times before, when I was really about to die due to poverty, the food that inexplicably appeared at my doorstep was sent to me by you, right?

My beastly father sold me to other men for a little money for alcohol. Every time I went to give money to that group of people to settle the accounts, they would become obedient and stay away from me. They seemed to be very afraid of me, saying that I had a good backer. Those people... Actually, you helped me solve them, right?