Chapter 73

Jing Zhi just stood there, leaning against the car. His pants were drenched in blood. A cold wind blew again, causing him to lose his composure. Her legs were in unbearable pain, but she wanted to endure this pain. If her body was in pain, then her heart would feel a little better and the guilt would be less tormenting.

"Second Miss …" When the driver saw the red snow beneath her feet, he was scared out of his mind. But, he knew that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he fell face down onto the snow, sinking into a deep darkness …

The gate of the quiet garden was locked by an unfamiliar lock. All the valuable things in the garden had been taken away and the empty garden sold. The old lady took and Jingxin to France to find Jing Yan, only leaving behind a small amount of money for her father's funeral.

She was the culprit, so of course the mess was left for her to clean up. Also, her father was dead, and her mother in the United States had been stopped at once and could no longer pay the high medical bills of the United States. She would be sent home soon, and Jingyi had sent her mother the e-mail for her father's death, day and night, from that moment on. The phone call would suddenly explode like a grenade, leaving her at a loss. She would curse and cry, using all the harsh and unpleasant words to insult her daughter, quietly knowing that she wouldn't say anything and would only silently accept it.

Xiao Yue Zi, she … The bleeding did not stop until they had stayed in the courtyard for half a month. Then, the day before they were discharged, the Mrs. Meng came again.

He first expressed Meng Family's sorrowful feelings towards the passing of Mr. Fu Zhengze, then falsely left behind a cheque saying that she wanted Mr. Fu to be happy when she leaves.

The amount was not small. Jingjing remembered their ugly expressions that night, and also remembered that the money left by the aunty in her possession could barely buy a better casket, plus his mother. His illness could not be delayed even a day. Jingwen clenched his teeth and endured the humiliation of accepting the cheque. Mrs. Meng was extremely happy to see her take the money, and after comforting her for a while, he left with a smile.

On the day he was discharged, Meng Shaoting came over.

He came alone, and did not have the elegant and beautiful Shen Manjun by his side.

Jingzhi sat on the bed. Looking up and down at him, she discovered that he had actually become a lot more haggard. She coldly laughed in her heart. She could still see the changes in him with a single glance. How lamentable. She turned around and looked out the window. It was already March, and the branches were already green. The cold had already passed, and everything had been reborn. How could she possibly be reborn?

"Where's our child, Fu Jingzhi? Where's our child?" As soon as he entered the door, he immediately questioned.

The quiet Mo Mo stared at him and said lightly, "I fell."