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With Ling Chen out of the army, the Ling Qi Group naturally wouldn't be in trouble. Ling Chen explained all the evidence that Jian Fan had seen to Jian Chen. Although Jane Fan was not completely convinced, because of the child in her womb and her current situation, she could only choose to turn a blind eye.

Ever since Nan Ming came back, Yan Qirui had retired from his position as the bureau chief. No matter how gallantly his superiors and colleagues urged him to stay, he left his beloved post and returned home. Because of Yan Shaotian's death, Pan Wenfang was unable to forgive Yan Qirui and ended up getting a divorce with him.

When Jian Fan heard Yan Qirui's call, he immediately called Ling Chen, Shi Qian, and the others to the provincial garden.

"Xiaofan, why are you here?" Pan Wenfang was walking down from the second floor, and the big and small bags of things made Jane Fan sad.

"Little Aunt, let me see you." "With my Uncle Yan." Jian Fan went up to greet her. Being two months old wasn't a big deal, but her complexion was much better than before. Pan Wenfang smiled when she heard this. Tears suddenly appeared in her eyes as she gazed at Jian Fan, "Xiaofan, you shouldn't come to this place with a baby." It's not good for you and the baby. "

"Little Aunt." Jian Fan embraced Pan Wenfang, "You and my Uncle Yan, are you really going to get a divorce?"

"What if they don't divorce? Little Tian was gone, and we were very sad to see each other now. I, I cannot accept the status quo! " Pan Wenfang cried. If it wasn't for the fact that she was optimistic about her son, he might still be at home right now. Even if he lost his temper, even if he didn't speak, it would be better than not being alive right now.

"Little aunt." It's not your fault. It's my fault and Uncle Yan's fault. If it wasn't for us, Little Tian wouldn't have … "Jane Fan comforted her, but her eyes also started to water. Regardless of what kind of person Yan Shaotian was to others, to her and Pan Wenfang, he was their closest relative. His sudden death was an unbearable pain for both of them.

"Yeah. It's not my fault, it's your Uncle Yan's fault. If he didn't have to go, how could you catch Little Tian? How could Little Tian die? " Pan Wenfang suddenly pushed Jian Fan away. The hatred in her eyes startled Jian Fan, "Little aunt, are you alright?"

"I'm fine? How could I be fine? " Pan Wenfang's gaze was fixed on Jian Fan's stomach, "Xiaofan, you're already a mother, why can't you understand her feelings? Even if Little Tian did something that let you down, you shouldn't have let him die on the spot. "I'm his mother. How could you be so cruel when you asked me to deliver a black-haired person with white hair?"

"Little aunt." I was wrong. If you want to blame someone, blame me. "Don't divorce me, Uncle Yan, okay?" Jian Fan had suffered many grievances, but the woman in front of him was someone she wanted to protect with all her might. Therefore, she wished that she could comply with her wishes and stay with Yan Qirui and never separate again.

"No, why didn't I leave?" Pan Wenfang looked at Jian Fan coldly, "If he hadn't brought you home, then there wouldn't have been any incidents between you and Ling Chen. Then there wouldn't have been so many things that happened later on, and Little Tian wouldn't have died. It was his mistake that caused my son's death. I must divorce him! "

Pan Wenfang's words were loud and clear, causing Jian Fan to be unable to refute her.

She wanted to open her mouth several times, but was defeated by Pan Wenfang's sharp eyes.

What should she say, what could she say? Yan Shaotian was beaten to death because of her. This was indeed her fault!

"Ms. Pan, it's your business if you want to divorce Director Yan. You can't blame every mistake on Little Fan. " Seeing that Jane Fan suffered greatly, Ling Chen immediately wanted to stand up for her. Who would have thought that he would be stopped by Jian Fan? He couldn't bear to make Jian Fan uncomfortable, so he immediately stood up.

"Xiaofan, Xiaofan." "You're calling me so affectionately!" Now that Pan Wenfang had lost her son, she could only think of Yan Shaotian when she saw Jian Fan. Yan Qirui had avoided her many times because of her questions, but even so, he still couldn't avoid their problems. In the end, Pan Wenfang caught him and proposed a divorce.

"Yes." When Shi Qian heard this, he couldn't help but think about Pan Wenfang's current mental condition. He could only make his tone more gentle, "Ms. Pan, it's hard to break a family's affairs even if it's just an official. Jane has asked us to come with her, and she has no intention of interfering with your marriage. You want to get divorced, so whatever you want to do is your choice. We have no right to interfere. "

"Yes, you really can't do anything about it." Pan Wenfang raised her eyebrows.

"But we can explain what happened that day." Shi Qian interrupted Pan Wenfang, and in front of Jian Fan, he pulled her into his car. Jian Fan wanted to stop him, but he was escorted upstairs by Ling Chen to persuade Yan Qirui.

Ever since he lost his son, Yan Qirui had aged several dozen years in an instant. His wife's incomprehension caused his hair to turn white. The middle-aged man who was in high spirits suddenly turned into an old man, so calm that he made others worry.

When Jian Fan and the others pushed the door open and saw Yan Qirui sitting on the sofa, they couldn't help but feel their eyes turn red.

The couch was littered with toys, children's guns, knives, cars, clothes, dolls. Yan Qirui looked at the toys with a faint smile. He picked up a small piece of clothing and put it on the doll's body. "The clothes designed by Little Tian are so beautiful." "You see, once this young lady is wearing it, she's a lot prettier."

It was as if he was immersed in Yan Shaotian's world. He imagined Yan Shaotian sitting at the side, still the same tiny youngster who had listened to him.

"Uncle Yan." Jane Fan called out to Yan Qirui. Seeing that he did not react, she sat down beside him, picked up a pair of small pants and passed it to him. "Uncle Yan, our aunt was taken away by us. All of you have been feeling unstable recently. When everyone understands each other, I will bring her back for you. "

"Why did you bring it back? Let her be sad with me? " Yan Qili sighed and looked at Jian Fan with clear eyes, "Xiaofan, the old man is right. The greatest pain in the world is when a white-haired man delivers a black-haired man. Your aunt and I have worked our whole lives to raise a young man into an adult. But now, he had walked on that path and lost his life. No matter how uncomfortable we are, we have to face it alone. "

"Uncle Yan." Could it be that you really want to see your aunt get divorced and see her marry someone else? " Jane Fan was extremely shocked when he heard this.

"She will not marry. She had devoted all her energy to Little Tian. Little Tian was her life. Without Little Tian, her life support would be ruined. How could she talk about marriage? "Actually, Little Fan, I would rather have your little aunt walk out and marry someone else. That way, her life might be better off." Yan Qirui looked at Jian Fan with a bitter smile.

"Perhaps, you youngsters won't understand the thoughts of our elders. We have walked together for so many years, and suffered so much. When a great disaster is about to befall you, who should be fighting for life and death, yet I let your little aunt leave? Actually, as long as she can do it well, letting her leave is also a good choice. " Yan Qirui sighed.

He turned around and looked at the two young men who were stunned, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, "Xiaofan, you don't need to feel any pressure. Time will make everything better. We will slowly forget the small days, and even if we can't forget, we will gradually adapt to this kind of life. As long as we are still alive, we will have hope, right? "

"It's getting late. I won't send you off. I'm going to buy cloth for Little Tian and have him design clothes for the doll. " Yan Qirui walked Jane Fan to the door, exchanged a few words of greeting with them, then closed the door and went downstairs. Jian Fan and Ling Chen stood upstairs and watched him leave. After a long time, they finally let out a long sigh.

Perhaps, back then when Qian killed Yan Shaotian, it really wasn't a good thing.

Shi Qian brought Pan Wenfang directly to the suburban orphanage. There were a lot of children in the orphanage, and every one of them had a bright smile on their face. Because Pan Wenfang and Jane Fan had once cared for them, they only had laughter in their eyes, not the sadness of being abandoned.

Pan Wenfang looked at the kids and thought about Yan Shaotian more and more.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She really wanted to smash her head into the car and kill herself so that she could see Yan Shaotian.

However, Shi Qian didn't give her the opportunity to do so. Instead, he pulled her out of the car and walked among the children.

"Little cuticles, look, who's come to see you?" As soon as he appeared, a large group of children surrounded him. Many of the children had seen Pan Wenfang before. When they saw her, they immediately surrounded her and called her mother, grandma, and auntie.

Moreover, they were still insisting that Pan Wenfang play with them. Pan Wenfang had no other choice but to play with them. It wasn't until it was getting dark that she was exhausted and took the car.

"Actually, Ms. Pan, you know better than I do. Even if Yan Shaotian is brought back, the only thing waiting for him will be the death penalty. " Shi Qian drove, slowing down his tone as he spoke, as if to take care of Pan Wenfang's mood.

After playing with the child for the whole afternoon, Pan Wenfang's depressed mood improved a little. However, when she heard Yan Shaotian's name, her face darkened again.

"Are you saying that killing Little Tian was not wrong?" Pan Wenfang looked at him angrily.

"I was wrong. But the mistake was not to let Yan Shaotian die, but to not bring him to justice through legal means. According to the Constitution of the People's Republic of China, Yan Shaotian's crimes were enough to kill him hundreds of times over. And he was shot right in front of you. That way, will you feel better? "

"What you want is for Yan Shaotian to die? Or do you want him to die in front of you? " He knew that his methods at that time weren't good, but now, Pan Wenfang's reaction was too big.

"Of course not!" Pan Wenfang answered firmly, "If you bring Little Tian back in accordance with the procedure, he won't die!"

"Is that so? I don't think so. " Chi-qian retorted, "Ms. Pan, Director Yan is not a man who abuses his power. You want to use your own abilities to help Yan Shaotian escape punishment, that is simply impossible. "

"How is that impossible?" Pan Wenfang retorted, then looked at her with a faint smile. She only played a melodious song after she finished speaking.

The melody of the song was very beautiful, as if it was reminiscing about the past. Pan Wenfang closed her eyes gloomily as tears fell from her eyes. Only then did she admit that what she couldn't accept was not that she hadn't seen Yan Shaotian once, but that her indulgence and Yan Qirui's strict treatment had pushed Yan Shaotian to the edge of death.

If she had kept a close eye on Shaotian, if Yan Qirui had been so good at guiding, perhaps they would not have reached this step.