Fu Nanli lowered his hands: "The situation is complicated, I can't explain it to you clearly at the moment."
Wen Qiao's situation was too complicated, but if he said it out loud, it would seem like he was making excuses for her.
It’s better not to say it.
Ye Minqiu frowned: "Nan Li, can you sober up a little?"
Fu Nanli looked tired: "Sorry, I have to go back first, we can talk later if there is anything else."
Ye Minqiu grabbed his wrist and said, "Go back? This is your home, where are you going?"
Fu Nanli's eyes darkened: "Mom, can you please not make it too difficult for me?"
Fu Nanli broke free from Ye Minqiu's hand and left the study.
Ye Minqiu slammed the table in annoyance, with a complicated look in his eyes.
Fu Nanli went out. The snow had stopped outside and it was very cold. The car drove along the plane tree path. In winter, all the leaves had fallen off, making the scene look a little desolate.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the villa.
Qin Bei called him: "Master, your face..."
Fu Nanli knew that his mother had slapped him very hard and there were still marks.
He didn't care about this anymore and went upstairs. Wen Qiao was no longer in a trance like she was in the past few days. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back looking somewhat pitiful and lonely.
She has always been calm and rational. The death of her boyfriend's father was directly caused by her. What kind of torment must she be going through
Wen Qiao clenched her fists tightly. The floor-to-ceiling windows were foggy and the sky was dark. Her face was reflected in the glass.
She suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn't stand herself like this and didn't know how to face Fu Nanli.
Today was his father's funeral, and she watched him leave.
She watched him get into the car and actually wanted to go with him, but he did not ask to take her. She knew that a sinner like her had no right to appear at the funeral.
She heard footsteps and turned to see Fu Nanli. For a moment, her voice became hoarse and she didn't know what to say.
As she got closer, she saw finger marks on Fu Nanli's cheek, and even a little skin breakage.
Ye Minqiu had a ring on her finger and accidentally scratched his face.
She raised her hand and touched his face: "What's wrong?"
Fu Nanli held her hand: "It's okay."
He said it was okay, but Wen Qiao couldn't believe it.
People like him, no matter what suffering they have endured, will keep it in their heart and will never speak out about it.
It's easy to guess. After all, who would dare to hit Master Fu
There are only his mother and grandfather.
Under what circumstances was he beaten
Wen Qiao's heart ached, because his mother and grandfather already knew the truth.
And he took it all for her.
"Then go take a shower first."
When Fu Nanli came out of the shower, there was no one in the room.
"Qiaoer..." I called a few times, but no one answered. There was a note on the bedside table.
[I'm going home first. You've been tired recently, so take a good rest.]
Fu Nanli's heart trembled, and he called her. No one answered, so he sent her a text message: "Don't go anywhere, just stay at home."
Wen Qiao didn't reply to the text message. She sat in the chair in front of the desk, looked at the text message he sent, and pressed her temple with her hand.
[knew]
She was in a complicated mood. She held a pen in her hand and wrote and drew aimlessly on the paper.
There was nothing unusual about her appearance.
Three days later, Ye Minqiu finally asked his subordinates to investigate the matter and found out that Wen Qiao was indeed at the scene and it was indeed she who beat Xian Yuan severely, causing him to die after being sent to the hospital.
There is nothing more to say.
(End of this chapter)