Chapter 57

Mrs. Meng's voice suddenly resounded within the living room, and Jingzhi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Not daring to turn around, she staggered and pushed Meng Shaoqian away, then walked up the stairs in large strides …

Mrs. Meng's furious voice came from behind: "Shao Ting isn't dead yet! Just these few days, you can't help but start playing tricks on me! No wonder Shao Ting doesn't like you … "

The rest couldn't be heard anymore. The door slammed shut with a bang, the noise was turned off, the harsh curses were turned off, and Jingwen's body slumped against the back of the door, sliding down until she finally sat on the floor with her face buried in her knees. Her tears started dripping uncontrollably.

During this period, Jing Yan had always been very quiet. On the sixth day of the new year, she had completed all the procedures to go abroad and study abroad, and when she was sent off, the young girl who was previously ignorant had a face of indifference and indifference. She did not say anything, nor did he even glance at Jingzhi.

She could leave just like that, and everything that had happened in the past would be sealed. Yet she, on the other hand, still had to struggle in this swamp, bitterly looking for a way out.

The descent of a blessing never had any forewarning, just like the fall of a Fu Family, which happened in the blink of an eye.

On the eighteenth day of the first month, when Jingwen and An Jiahe were painting in a scenic area in the suburbs, she received a call from her father. All of the real estate and real estate deposits, as well as stock bonds, had been frozen by the bank.

An Jiahe immediately drove her home. The moment he saw his father, he actually gave a pampered smile like he always did, and when his wrinkled face saw his most beloved daughter, he couldn't help but say in a gentle tone, "I know that I'm back. Come, sit by my father's side."

"Dad …" It had already been a few years since she heard her father call her by her nickname. Now that she heard such a doting name, the defensive line that she wanted to forcefully hold on all collapsed. Jingzhi threw herself into Fu Zhengze's embrace, and cried out in grief.

She really wanted to cry. No matter how many difficult days passed, she would suffer. And at this moment, in the arms of the person who loved her the most in this world, there was no longer a need to endure.

Knowing that he was crying non-stop, Fu Zhengze did not say a word. In the huge living room, such a cry was simply too mournful.

The quiet garden seemed to be even more spacious now. In a few days, everything here could only be sealed in his memories, he didn't dare think about it, and just thinking about it would make his heart ache even more. He didn't know how he left the Fu Family, but when he returned to the Meng Family, he saw Meng Shaoqian sitting in the living room.

"The Fu Family has lived for a long time, and the situation today is already decided. There is no point in doing it, there is no need for us to do it."