Chapter 118

When she said the last few words, it was unknown whether it was because of anger or some other unspeakable factor, but Meng Shaoting's voice suddenly rose by an octave. The initial disdainful ridicule, in the end, turned into a roar of questioning, and the way he lost control of herself instead made Jingzhi feel that it was funny. She simply stood up, turned around, and said in a casual tone, "Mr. Meng, you just said, the nude painting was what you saw right?"

Meng Shaoting coldly stared at him, neither commenting nor denying.

Quiet And Steadfast smiled again, she stretched out her hand to wipe her bangs that was almost soaked through, and said indifferently: "Then, since it's now, I really want to know, what does it have to do with you? "Is there a need for you to be so excited?"

"You —" Meng Shaoting was flustered and exasperated, his long arm raised high into the air, yet he remained floating there. He was gritting his teeth in hatred, but when he saw the person's indifferent expression, he forcefully held back the rage that was about to erupt, and Cen Leng's lips curled up bit by bit, revealing a sinister and mocking smile. "Fu Jingzhi, it's been three days since we last met, and you've truly exceeded my expectations. Five years since we last met, and the current you is even more shameless than five years ago!"

"What does it have to do with you?" She then turned around and gently walked to the front of her father's tombstone. The person in the photo that she missed with sorrow was looking at her gently and dotingly, and his eyes were as refined and profound as ever, as if he could speak. Meng Shaoting did not even glance at her.

Jingzhi remembered how, when she was very young, she had lain in her father's arms under the big tree in the quiet garden and had been unwilling to get up all day, but all that happiness had been buried in the ruins of the quiet garden, and she could not find it again. Her father's sad and sorrowful expression seemed to be saying to her daughter, "Jingwen, when will you be able to live with dignity, when will you be able to get the happiness you want?"

The eyes of Zhi Zhi gradually became misty. Her frozen fingers caressed the picture of her father, "Dad …"

Her voice was so light that it sounded like it was about to be blown away by the wind.

His daughter was unfilial. Even now, she was still being criticized and slandered by others. Even now, she was still being reprimanded by that despicable and shameless family. Twisting around, Dad, do you resent me for being underground, angry at me?

Father, please bless me and let your most beloved daughter live on. She wanted to live a stable life...

"Father, today's day is unfortunate. You must be very unhappy about someone disturbing your peace, right? "Dad, I'm fine now. I'll come visit you another day. Have a good rest. No one will bother you again …"

Knowing that she had stopped her tears, she raised her voice and gave one last deep glance at her father's memory. She stood up, adjusted her coat, and walked forward without looking back, as the rustling cold wind swept up even more snow. When it fell on Meng Shaoting's face, he couldn't help but shiver because of the coldness.

"Mr. Meng, seeing that you have called him father before, don't come to the grave anymore. The dead are already dead, please let him rest undisturbed."

There was also anger, but it was like he was frozen and couldn't let it out. It was like he was feeling sour, but that sour feeling couldn't find an opening. He hated her, but he also pitied her, because he wanted to tear the woman who said those cold words to shreds, but he also wanted to hug the woman who was kneeling and crying in his arms tightly. He couldn't recognize himself either. His own heart.

She braved the wind and walked slowly but steadily. In the distance, her frail back gradually turned into a small black dot in the snow. Gradually, she disappeared …

Meng Shaoting didn't even move from his spot. The snowfall was getting bigger and bigger, as if everything in the world had stopped moving altogether. It was as if he had just heard his own heart beating in a daze and the sound of falling snow, and was just that quiet and desolate.

Knowing that it was her mother after getting off the car, she stood outside the apartment building Meng Shaoxuan had rented for her mother. After walking around for a long time, she finally mustered up her courage to enter, and encouraged herself secretly in her heart.

He lowered his head and walked into the district. When he entered, he was stunned when he was about to enter the apartment building.

It was already dark. The street lamps in the district shone orange light in the snow. Where the lights shone, the snowflakes were like a swarm of mosquitoes. She saw a snowman leaning against the lamppost.

It had snowed for an entire day, and at night it became even heavier. That person's head was covered with a thick layer of snow, and if she did not happen to walk on this path, she would not have noticed that there was another person standing here.

Is this man a tramp or a villain with a bad heart? She carefully looked at that person and lightly moved her feet, wanting to walk into the cave …

However, just as he approached, the "snowman" suddenly moved a little and was startled. After being stunned for a second, he was about to run away when he heard a low and familiar voice slowly echo out, "I know, you're back."

She stared blankly at the "snowman" who was walking towards her. The light gradually illuminated that person's face, and his facial features became clearer and clearer in front of her. Zhi Zhi covered his mouth as he took two steps back in shock, "Qiao …" Meng Shaoxuan? "

"You, why are you here?" Zhi Jiu could hardly believe his eyes. How long had this person been standing there foolishly? What was he waiting for when she wasn't home?

"I heard Shishi say that you went home. I was afraid that you would be beaten …"

Meng Shaoxuan was so shocked that he was tongue-tied. His head was up, but he was still barely able to move his paralyzed muscles to smile at her.

She wanted to hold it in, but the tears still came down. She bit her lips, raised her head and scolded him, "Are you stupid? You're waiting for me when I'm not home?" Won't you call me? "

"You can't get through to my phone …"

"Then you don't have to wait here all the time? Why are you so stupid! Aren't you afraid of dying from the cold? " "Zhi Zhi was both angry and heartbroken. She pulled him to the doorway and beat him up against the snow." I'm afraid you'll be back as soon as I leave. "Mom's definitely going to hit you again. I'm worried, so I know I'm sorry, but don't be angry. I'm not cold, really …" Meng Shaoxuan was pulled around by her, his head was also in pain from her slaps, but his heart was filled with joy. Seeing her crying for him and seeing how she pitied him, he truly felt that even if he were to freeze for another two days, it would be worth it!

"Still talking! Look at your cold hands! " Zhi Zhi gave him a fierce glare, clenching his hand tightly in his palm while yawning. At the same time, she scolded him, "Why are you still looking for me? Didn't I tell Sister Lin not to look for me? "

"I was just worried about you. I just wanted to see you. I didn't mean anything else. Really, I know …"

Meng Shaoxuan hurriedly explained as he pulled out his frozen hands. His chilblains had originally been healed, but yesterday, it had been frozen for the greater part of the night. Today, it had been frozen for the greater part of the day, and blood had started to flow from his wounds again.

"Why are you so stupid?" She did not want to see him, and she did not want to have anything to do with him anymore. Although Meng Shaoting's words were harsh, there was one thing that he was right about, she was not worthy of Meng Shaoxuan!

What was her identity? And what was Meng Shaoxuan's identity? She had been married before and had a child, and he had such a beautiful background. There were many young and pretty girls that liked him. She was already 27 years old, and was a full four years older than him!

"My dad scolds me like that every day. Maybe I'm just a little stupid." He smiled and looked at her uneasily.

Although she was crying, her expression was really too fierce. Meng Shaoxuan was calculating in his heart how he had angered her, in order to quickly make amends, but when he thought about it, his head started to hurt again, and when he ran out to cool the wind, he had been waiting for her the entire time. Now that she had returned safely, he loosened up, and the moment he relaxed, he felt that even his illness had started to appear before his eyes.