“You…” Zhou Yunmeng didn’t expect her son to say that. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. “You’ve really grown up.” She paused for a moment. “Mom knows I’m sorry, but Mom really loves you. You… don’t hate Mom…” After saying that, she got up, put down the phone, placed her hand on the glass, stared intently at the boy outside, and smiled with tears in her eyes.

Han Pengcheng wanted to say something, but the other person had already turned and left.

Han Pengcheng watched Zhou Yunmeng's retreating figure and sighed softly: "I won't hate you. After all, you gave me life and gave me more than ten years of love. You... will always be my mother."

Zhou Yunmeng, whether she heard him or not, turned around and glanced at him at the door, then waved and walked out.

Han Pengcheng's tears fell without warning.

After Zhou Yunmeng returned home, she reportedly cried for most of the night. However, to everyone's surprise, after crying, she committed suicide. Sometime later, she sharpened a toothbrush handle and stabbed it directly into her heart. By the time she was discovered, she was already dead.

After returning home yesterday, Han Pengcheng went to the hospital. Han Guosheng is still on a ventilator to maintain his vital signs. If it weren't for the instruments, he would look almost as good as dead.

After watching through the glass for a while, the boy sighed, turned around, and left.

However, when he woke up, he was stunned to receive news of Zhou Yunmeng's suicide.

Le Yao also received the news, but her first reaction was disbelief. Would someone like Zhou Yunmeng commit suicide? Don't be ridiculous, is this another case of a clever escape?

However, when she arrived at the prison and saw Zhou Yunmeng's body and the autopsy report, she finally believed that the woman was really dead. And that day happened to be Christmas Day in the West, with the streets full of festive atmosphere. It was quite ironic.

Han Pengcheng was crying uncontrollably. When he saw Le Yao coming over, he ran over and hugged her tightly: "Second sister, I won't have a mother anymore..."

Le Yao's nose suddenly stung with tears. Yes, Zhou Yunmeng was not a good person; she had caused the death of Han Binglan's mother. However, to Han Pengcheng, she was a good mother.

"This was left by the number." The warning officer handed a photo to Han Pengcheng.

Good is Zhou Yunmeng's prison number.

Le Yao took the photo and glanced at it, then frowned. It was written in blood on the wall: "I can't let my son have a mother who goes to jail."

"Mom!" Han Pengcheng cried even harder.

Le Yao sighed, "If only I had known this would happen."

Once a person dies, they are no longer required to serve their sentence, and with approval, their family can take the body home for burial.

Han Pengcheng had never experienced anything like this before. Le Yao couldn't just ignore it, so she helped with the procedures and then arranged for his cremation.

"I want to take my mother back to her hometown for burial," Han Pengcheng requested. "She's not exactly a respectable person here, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Le Yao nodded: "If you've thought it through, then it's fine." She really would feel uncomfortable if she were asked to buy her another burial plot.

Whether it was some kind of telepathy or not, right after Han Pengcheng made his decision, news came from the hospital that Han Guosheng's vital signs had also disappeared; in layman's terms, he had also died.

Le Yao couldn't help but sigh. This was actually quite good. They could be buried together, which would also fulfill their reputation as a loving couple.