Chapter 116

He stood there, unable to move, looking at the small figure kneeling there. Why was her crying so sad? Listening to it made his heart tremble as well.

He wanted to bend down and pick her up, his fingers flexed a few times but he held himself back.

He had divorced her long ago. Five years ago, on a snowy day, he had cruelly expelled her from his life.

And now, what kind of attitude was he going to use to face her?

"Quiet …" After a long time, he could barely hear her name being called. It was as if his throat had been stuffed with cotton wool, making him feel so hoarse that it was unbearable.

Her crying voice slowly grew deeper and deeper. Gradually, he saw her wipe her tears, and then carefully wipe over Fu Zhengze's tombstone once more before she slowly stood up.

After kneeling for such a long time, her face was completely pale. Meng Shaoting's legs were a little numb, and when he was about to stand up, he couldn't help but stagger. He hurriedly reached out to support his leg, and realized that even though he couldn't stand steadily, he was still barely able to avoid it …

His hand froze in mid-air. He saw her take a few steps to the side and stand some distance away from him. His chest suddenly felt sore. The shy and charming appearance of her, the happy and sweet smiling face in his arms …

Years are always so merciless, once so intimate. The two of them actually had such a strange moment.

"Quiet …" I never knew, my dad died … "

After he went to interrogate her, he immediately brought Man Jun out of the country. In the past five years, no one mentioned the Fu Family to him, he had always thought that since her family gave her such a huge sum of money, she would definitely lead a good life. Furthermore, even though he was heartless to her, she did not treat him like this, for a child to be exchanged for five million, it had completely erased the guilt and apology he had for her.

However, he did not know that Fu Zhengze had long passed away, the Fu Family had disappeared into thin air, and in this world, it had always been the doings of the dead. Who would remember the grand hundred year old master?

Although he did not have a good impression of Jingzhi at that time, he still respected Fu Zhengze a lot. He was a true Confucian businessman, elegant and gentle, with an elegant demeanor, but a merchant from a scholar's family, could never compare to them, who were not even three generations of rich and powerful upstarts, in terms of means.

He was extremely shocked when he heard the news of his death, he had always known that he had the best relationship with Fu Zhengze. Therefore, when he first heard about Fu Zhengze's death five years ago in Los Angeles, the first thought that flashed across his mind was, How did Fu Jingzhi survive that time?

And now, when he saw her again after five years, seeing her calm and distant Christmas, seeing her crying like a child in her father's grave today, he couldn't help but feel his heart ache.

It had been five years, and she was still in such pain. And what kind of despair did she feel on that snowy day five years ago?

She was the illegitimate daughter of the Fu Family, so her only reliance was Fu Zhengze. If Fu Zhengze died, her life would definitely be extremely difficult! Furthermore, out of the four remaining women in the Fu Family, none of them were easy to deal with. They were still living a luxurious life in France, and from this, it could be inferred that when Fu Zhengze passed away, those people had basically swept up all of the businesses in the Fu Family, leaving Fu Jingzhi nothing behind!

He suddenly remembered what his brother had told him that day, that she was working on the construction site … Meng Shaoting only felt an unbearable pain as if someone had stabbed a metal nail into his temple all of a sudden.

Jing Jing knew that she really wanted to question him after hearing his words, but a voice in her heart was telling her that there was really no need.

Whether he knew it or not, time could no longer go back to five years ago, and her father would no longer lovingly open his eyes and call her by her name. Jingyuan could no longer change back to its original state, and her mother could no longer return to that beautiful and elegant image.

Thank you for coming to visit my father. His spirit in heaven will definitely be comforted. Mr. Meng, I want to stay with my father alone for a while.

Realizing that her back was facing him, her crying voice was hoarse, but it was calm and peaceful.

Meng Shaoting couldn't bear to hear her call him "you", "one", "Mr. Meng". He took a few steps forward, wanting to approach her, but she had already taken another few steps forward.

The snowfall became even heavier, as if the sky was being torn apart. There was no end to the cotton wool.

Her long hair was quickly covered with a layer of snow, and her black coat was also completely white. Meng Shaoting stood behind her with a startled look on his face, looking at her frail figure that was covered by the swirling snow.

He was thinner than he remembered.

No matter what happened back then, he owed her. This was an indisputable fact.

"Jingwen, is there anything I can help you with?" He lowered his voice and asked, only to see her back abruptly straighten. His heart suddenly tightened as he stared at her. His long and narrow eyes lost their usual gloom and calmness, as well as a vague hint of expectation.

She slowly turned around, her face as white as paper. Those eyes of hers that were not very beautiful, but were clean and clear, became even darker and brighter.

She looked at him, her small lips tightly pursed. Her slender fingers clenched in her pocket one by one, just barely able to control the rage that was on the verge of erupting.

She hated him for showing an expression as though he wanted to make it up to her. She hated his appearance as a savior, hated everything that had to do with the Meng Family!