Chapter 472

Lin Jiangxia can't wait.

I want to inform him of my decision to become chairman.

Just thinking that he would probably be ordered by brother Zhan to read more books, he was a little worried.

When Feng Yishu sent her back to the villa, it was already very late.

When she got off the bus, Feng Yishu shouted to her, "madam, you forgot to bring this."

Then he reached out and sent it. It was a document bag.

Housekeeper Zhang gave it to her.

Housekeeper Zhang once said that the things in the file bag may be related to Lin Jiangxia's mother's death.

Lin Jiangxia patted her forehead and blamed herself for almost forgetting such an important thing.

Then he waved to Feng Yishu carelessly: "see you tomorrow!" Then he turned and rushed into the villa.

Zhan beiheng hasn't come back yet.

Housekeeper Ji prepared dinner. After waiting for a long time, Zhan beiheng didn't come back. He had to order the servant to take the dinner back to the kitchen and heat it up again.

"Why don't you call the young master, madam."

There are few times when housekeeper Ji can't hold his breath.

Lin Jiangxia seized the opportunity and said with a smile, "housekeeper Ji, didn't you say that your young master hates being disturbed when he works?"

"If others disturb me, the young master may be angry. But you are an exception, madam. " Housekeeper Ji hung his hands in front of him, with a low but elegant voice.

Believe you, ghost.

"I'll go to the study. When brother Zhan comes back, call me down for dinner!" Lin Jiangxia smiled at Ji's housekeeper. When he got up, he grabbed the file bag on the shoe cabinet, quickly stepped up to the second floor, opened the door of brother Zhan's study and went in.

Sit down at brother Zhan's desk.

She studied the document bag.

The paper bag made of kraft paper looks very old-fashioned. If you smell it, you can smell the faint smell of mold that has been stored for a long time.

Bypass the button outside the kraft paper bag and open it. There is a diary in it.

The diary was also old and could be turned over. When she saw the words above, Lin Jiangxia couldn't help but be stunned.

She will never admit it wrong. It's her mother's handwriting.

When she was young, her mother would personally teach her to write, and her mother's handwriting was very characteristic. When she folded the hook horizontally, it would show a slightly inclined angle, so she could recognize it at a glance.

"Sick handwriting."

These four words are written in fairly delicate words in the blank of the first page.

Only to see, Lin Jiangxia couldn't help his nose.

Hold back your tears and turn to the next page.

"The illness was very mild at the beginning. I thought it was just a common cold. There were no other symptoms except some heaviness and fever in the head. But from today on, the hair has fallen badly, and the bones all over the body are like being broken. The doctor said it was cancer, but he couldn't find out what it was. I can't die yet. I'm dead. What should young Xia do? "

The line of sight began to blur.

Even if I could not help it, my tears still fell on the paper of the old notebook, leaving tears.

Turning to the next page, the handwriting becomes more scrawly.

"On the third day of hospitalization, even the teeth are active. Brush your teeth in the morning and your mouth is full of blood. I think I won't live long. But it's too unwilling to die like this. In addition, Xia Xia talked to me today. She said I would get better. I think children's words are always very prophetic, and I will get better. "

"Even writing was difficult on the sixth day of hospitalization. The bones seem to be melting and the hair is completely gone. I bought a new hat and had a video call with Xia Xia. In front of the camera, I want to keep smiling as much as possible. I can't let Xia think I'm seriously ill. I am still Xia Xia's most beautiful mother. "

"The tenth day of hospitalization. I heard that Zhou Meilan moved into Lin's house with her daughter today. God, what should my daughter do? She must not be used to outsiders living in her house. I want to recover quickly. "

I'm getting sloppy.

Maybe it's because after that, every time she writes, she has to bear unimaginable pain.

On the back of each page, the pain caused by the torture of that unknown disease is written. The words are full of resentment. But if it is not the last line of words, it will mention Xia Xia. If it is not mentioned in time, the words will immediately be gentle and restore the image of a knowledgeable and reasonable mother.

Lin Jiangxia cried while watching. In the end, she was already crying.

Turning to the last page, a few days before his mother died, Lin Jiangxia saw a few words written on the paper.

"Xia Xia, you know? Mom loves you forever. "

The mood completely collapsed. Lin Jiangxia burst into tears and suddenly lay down on the desk.

I don't know how long I cried, but the door of the study was pushed open.

Zhanbei Evergrande heard the almost heart rending cry and hesitated outside the study door for a moment before stepping in.

The warm broad palm slowly fell on Lin Jiangxia's back.

She stopped crying, raised her eyes, looked at Zhan beiheng's Distressed eyes, and timidly shouted, "brother Zhan."

He just put out his hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks and asked in a low voice, "why do you have to cry. You know, the last thing I want to see is you cry. But you just... "

"Brother Zhan, my mother died wrongfully. She was killed!" She clenched her teeth as if she could hardly wait to break every word she said.

Zhan beiheng showed a puzzled look.

She handed the Notepad under her arm to Zhan beiheng.

He read quickly and looked gloomy.

"I found a drug from Zhou Meilan's room. The doctor said that the drug was very toxic, but it had failed." Lin Jiangxia sipped her nose and looked dejected: "I think maybe Zhou Meilan used that medicine to kill my mother."

"It's been so many years." Zhan beiheng closed the notepad and shook his head slowly: "Xia Xia's mother's body has also been cremated. There is no way to have an autopsy. I'm afraid it's hard to convict just by relying on this Notepad. "

She knew what brother Zhan said might be right.

But she can't be reconciled.

"Is it... Is it so that Zhou Meilan gets away with it?" Lin Jiangxia frowned and felt sad like a huge stone: "she clearly... She clearly is the murderer who killed her mother!"

Zhan beiheng stroked her cheek, leaned over and kissed her forehead: "naturally, she won't be like this."

"Brother Zhan..."

"Let me help you." Zhan beiheng said coldly: "if the law cannot punish, there are always other ways to make her pay the price she should pay."

Lin Jiangxia opened her eyes.

She probably knew what Zhan beiheng meant by these words.

But now she didn't immediately stop the idea of fighting beiheng.

On the contrary, she even acquiesced.

The heart of revenge has completely drowned her reason.