After Tang Weizhong was taken away, Tang Qingya went to the capital. This week, she tried every means, money, and interpersonal relationships, but she still couldn't save Tang Weizhong's life.
Tang Weizhong was shot yesterday. Tang Qingya took care of his funeral affairs and cremated him before returning this afternoon.
The joyful atmosphere in the living room became dull because of Tang Qingya's arrival.
Tang Qingya put her suitcase at the door, walked up to Yao Huiqin, and spoke, her voice hoarse as if it had been sandpapered, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Yao Huiqin already knew about Tang Weizhong, and it was hard for her to accept it at first. After all, the two families were family friends, and their decades-long relationship was no match for the temptation of money.
Because of Tang Weizhong's betrayal, she lost her husband and two sons, and even made her youngest son blind. Such injuries once made her miserable.
After knowing that Tang Weizhong was colluding with terrorist organizations, Yao Huiqin wanted to cut Tang Weizhong into pieces with a thousand knives.
Yao Huiqin tried hard to suppress the sadness and anger surging in her heart, and her eyes when she looked at Tang Qingya no longer held the love they once had, "Qingya, although I know this matter has nothing to do with you, but..."
Yao Huiqin's eyes widened several times, "You are Tang Weizhong's daughter after all. I'm afraid I won't be able to treat you the same way I did before. The people who died are the most important people in my life. I can't do anything to you." Gritty."
Tang Qingya burst into tears, clasped her hands tightly in front of her, lowered her head and said, "I understand, it's because I am not blessed. The relationship between husband and wife with Yan Cheng before, and the relationship between mother and daughter now with you are all destined." You have no chance with me because our Tang family is sorry for the Huo family, and I don’t have the face to see you."
Tang Qingya's voice was choked and she paused for a few seconds before continuing: "I'm here to say goodbye to you. I hope you will take care of yourself in the future."
After all, Tang Qingya called Yao Huiqin's mother for five or six years. People all have feelings. In Yao Huiqin's heart, she really loves Tang Qingya as a daughter. Now that she said these words, Yao Huiqin felt very uncomfortable and her eyes were red. , "You should take good care of yourself in the future..."
Yao Huiqin wanted to say something more, but found that she had nothing to say. She couldn't say anything to persuade him to stay. It was too against her will. No matter how much she cared, she couldn't say anything.
Tang Qingya bowed deeply to Yao Huiqin, "Mom, I'm leaving."
Yao Huiqin said goodbye and waved her hand. Her red eyes were sore and swollen, but she suppressed it and didn't let herself shed tears. She always felt that shedding tears to her enemy's daughter would be a disservice to her dead relatives.
When Tang Qingya turned to leave, she glanced in the direction of Huo Yanqing. He took Shu Xin's hand and lowered his head to play with it, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Beneath the calm expression is heartbreaking ruthlessness.
Not long after Tang Qingya walked out of the door with her suitcase, Yan Jin stood up and said, "I'll see her off."
"I'll go with you." Song Li said as he stood up.
"No need." Yan Jin looked indifferent and strode out of the door. When he was approaching the bamboo forest, Yan Jin caught up with Tang Qingya.
Tang Qingya turned around when she heard footsteps and was a little surprised to see Yan Jin, "Why are you here?"
Yan Jin stood in front of Tang Qingya with his hands in his pockets, his feet slightly apart and shoulder width apart as a habit.
Tang Qingya and Yan Jin both came from the army, but Tang Qingya didn't have any of the strong temperament of a soldier, only the elegance and gentleness of a woman. As for what was in her bones, only she knew.