Jane Sanshao's love story

Yuan Chengyi let out a long breath and said

"The medical appraisal report has come out. Your mother...Jiang Fengli's beating wounds were only skin trauma, not fatal. She died of kidney failure, which was caused by uremia, and had nothing to do with...Yuan Yingying. "

Jian Qiubai sneered: "It has nothing to do with it? Yuan Chengyi, why do you have the face to say such things?"

The judge sounded the gavel, "Please keep the plaintiff calm and maintain the solemnity of the court."

After speaking, he turned to Yuan Chengyi: "Does the defendant have the medical appraisal report of the deceased?"

Yuan Chengyi nodded and motioned to his assistant, who submitted the report.

Jian Qiubai stared at those two thin pages, he knew that they were the magic weapon for Yuan Yingying to escape the crime.

As for the medical appraisal report, he also works in the hospital, so he naturally knows how easy it is to change the data in these two pieces of paper.

As long as you have money, you can buy everyone, and it is not surprising to buy an appraisal report.

No wonder, no wonder they sent mom to the hospital too.

Forging the identification of the defendant, there must be a process, and the person must be taken to the hospital for a symbolic examination by the doctor.

Only in this way can a fake medical report be written in a big way, saying that the injuries are all skin trauma and none of them are fatal.

Jian Qiubai held back the extreme tremor of anger, and repeated again: "Judge, I want to sue Yuan Yingying for threats, threats, and intentional homicide."

The judge looked at Yuan Chengyi: "The defendant may have objections to the accusation brought by the plaintiff."

Yuan Chengyi said blankly: "I accept the crime of intimidation and threats, but I will never admit to the crime of intentional homicide."

At the end of the three-day trial, Jian Qiubai neither lost nor won.

Yuan Yingying was sentenced to two years in prison on charges of illegal lending, intimidation and threats.

Jian Qiubai knew that Yuan Chengyi would not let her go to jail. Their family is rich and powerful, so if they pay more fines, the two-year sentence will gradually be reduced to one year, half a year, or even parole or acquittal. .

Jian Qiubai didn't have the energy to fight anymore, he had no money and no courage.

He couldn't bear to face Yuan Chengyi any longer, and couldn't face the face he deliberately concealed.

On December [-]th, Jian Qiubai brought Jiang Fengli's ashes into the mausoleum. On the day of the funeral, there was no one but himself.

In the bitterly cold winter, there was a rare drizzle of drizzle.

Holding the ashes in her arms, Jian Qiubai went to the mausoleum alone, and watched the person in charge of the mausoleum area bury the small urn in a small mound.

When Jiang Fengli was cremated, Jian Qiubai didn't cry, but when she saw her buried in the ground with her own eyes, Jian Qiubai suddenly couldn't help it, and fell to her knees on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

He was really alone.

In this empty world, he was really the only one left.

From then on, no one called him Xiaobai, and no one called him heartless.

He is completely alone.

Jian Qiubai knelt in front of the mausoleum for a whole day, his tears had dried up, leaving only a void, he didn't feel it, as if the whole world had disappeared.

After some time, the rain above his head suddenly stopped. Yuan Chengyi stood behind him holding an umbrella, grabbed his shoulder and said, "Get up."

Jian Qiubai brushed his hand away.

Yuan Chengyi threw away the umbrella, and pinched his shoulder compulsively, trying to pull him up.

Jian Qiubai struggled violently, stumbled up from the ground, and shouted with all his might

"What else do you want! Everything has achieved your goal, my mother is dead, I am dying, and your sister is safe and sound, what else do you want?! What the heinous thing have I done? In this life, I will let you Are you so desperate?!"

Yuan Chengyi stared at him with clenched fists: "I didn't force you... I just wanted to give you a break."

Gritting her teeth, Jian Qiubai growled: "I am dead or alive, what does that have to do with you?"

Yuan Chengyi let out a breath, stepped forward and hugged the man into his arms, Jian Qiubai struggled, but Yuan Chengyi's strength was too great, he was already exhausted and couldn't break free.

"Jian Qiubai." Yuan Chengyi whispered in his ear, "It's over, everything is over, you have to live well."

Jian Qiubai stopped struggling, and said calmly, "I can't make it through, I don't have a mother anymore, I have nothing left."

Yuan Chengyi hugged his waist tightly, kissed his side face and said, "You still have me."

Jian Qiubai shook her head: "I don't want you anymore, Yuan Chengyi, I don't love you anymore."

The man's shoulders stiffened suddenly, and his face had a gloomy and scary expression: "Jian Qiubai, I know you are tired, stop talking."

"I don't love you anymore." Jian Qiubai continued to murmur, "I used to think that I could give up everything to love you, but now I know that I can't, Yuan Chengyi, I can't love you anymore, I I lost my instinct to love you."

I lost the instinct to love you.

I can't love you after being hurt so many times by you.

Yuan Chengyi gritted his teeth and said, "You're tired, I know what you're saying is all angry."

Jian Qiubai smiled bitterly: "No, what I said is true."

Yuan Chengyi stopped talking, he hugged Jian Qiubai across the waist, and sent him to the car.

Jian Qiubai let him fasten her seat belt, and leaned her head against the car window blankly to keep silent.

Yuan Chengyi picked up a tissue, wiped the drizzle from his forehead, took off his coat and covered him, then leaned down and kissed the boy's cold lips and said

"Close your eyes and rest for a while, and you will be warm when you get home."

Jian Qiubai closed her eyes and whispered, "I have no home."

Yuan Chengyi took him home.

Looking at the empty villa, Jian Qiubai asked absentmindedly, "Where is Yuan Yingying?"

Yuan Chengyi helped him to sit on the sofa, handed him a cup of hot cereal, and said casually: "Today, I will have someone take her to the Public Security Bureau. Isn't she going to jail? Maybe she will have to go to trial for a few days."

Jian Qiubai's eyes moved, she turned the glass and said, "Are you willing to let her go to jail?"

"Not willing." Yuan Chengyi replied without hesitation.