When Nan Mo heard what her daughter Yi Yi said, she was disheveled in the wind for a while.

Gu Jinhuai pinched the little guy's nose.

"Aren't you afraid that your dad will be sad?"

Yiyi pouted and said, "Daddy loves Mommy and me so much, he definitely wouldn't want us to be left without anyone to protect us."

Mommy said Daddy loves her very much, so he definitely loves her very much.

"Nan Mo!"

A familiar voice came.

Nan Mo's body froze, and before she could react, a figure rushed up and pushed her.

"What are you doing here? How dare you come here!" He Xuemei glared at Nan Mo excitedly and angrily.

Nan Mo's heart tightened. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing.

When Yi Yi saw her mommy being bullied, she immediately rushed over to protect Nan Mo.

"Don't bully my mommy."

He Xuemei was a little happy to see Yi Yi. During the old man's hospitalization, this little guy often came to talk to them and comfort them. She liked this little guy very much.

It’s just…isn’t she Dr. Shen’s child?

Why did you call Nan Mo "Mommy?"

He Xuemei's face changed slightly as she thought of something.

"Is this your daughter?" He Xuemei asked.

Nan Mo: “Yes.”

A complex expression flashed across He Xuemei's face.

This little girl whom she liked very much turned out to be the child that Nan Mo was pregnant with back then.

But this child had such a good relationship with Dr. Shen, and when they misunderstood that she was Dr. Shen's daughter, Dr. Shen did not explain.

Did Nan Mo deliberately send the child to the hospital?

Even so, it cannot change the fact that her son Wen Shaoqin died for her.

"Get out, all of you, get out. You are not welcome here. Shaoqin doesn't need you to visit."

He Xuemei hated both Nan Mo and Gu Jinhuai equally.

Nan Mo felt sad. She lowered her head, took Yi Yi's hand and was about to leave.

"Wait." Gu Jinhuai frowned and walked forward and stood beside Nan Mo.

Nan Mo reached out to stop him, but he held her hand tightly and didn't let go.

Gu Jinhuai looked at He Xuemei expressionlessly.

"Mrs. Wen, I'm very sorry for Shaoqin's death. This is also Nanmo's pain. I believe that Nanmo must want him to be alive more than any of you."

"It wasn't Nan Mo who hired someone to kill Wen Shaoqin back then. You can't just blindly blame Nan Mo for Wen Shaoqin's death."

"What's more, you don't know why, every time you've been in dire straits, someone has lent you money and never asked you to pay it back."

Nan Mo frowned. She struggled a few times but failed to break free from Gu Jinhuai's shackles. She had no choice but to warn him coldly, "Gu Jinhuai, stop talking!"

Gu Jinhuai ignored her warning. He took a step forward and protected Nan Mo and Yi Yi behind him.

"There aren't that many good people in this world. Everyone is busy taking care of themselves, so who has the time to care about you?"

He Xuemei's expression became increasingly ugly.

But in front of her son's grave, she tried her best to control her emotions and not make a scene.

Gu Jinhuai continued, "That's Nan Mo. She feels that Wen Shaoqin died for her, and she feels guilty. So no matter how much money she made over the years, as long as you are in trouble, she will find ways to send money to you."

The expression on He Xuemei's face froze.

Gu Jinhuai: "Wen Shaoqin is dead, and she has continued Wen Shaoqin's filial piety to you. She has been silently paying attention to you and helping you."

"Even so, you still want to blame her for Wen Shaoqin's death."

"If I were Nan Mo, I wouldn't care about you at all." Gu Jinhuai became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and felt more and more sorry for Nan Mo.

She must have suffered a lot during these years abroad.

He Xuemei's eyes were red.

"Even if she did this, what would it matter? Shao Qin is already dead. Can doing this bring him back to life?"

"Wen Shaoqin was not killed by Nan Mo. Instead of blaming the murderer, you blame the other victim. Do you have any sense?" Gu Jinhuai was very angry.

He Xuemei: "She also invited the murderer!"

Gu Jinhuai: ...

Gu Jinhuai felt that he was not in a clear mind when trying to reason with an unreasonable person.

Anyway, Wen Shaoqin had seen it, so Gu Jinhuai bent down and picked up Yi Yi with one hand, and held Nan Mo with the other hand.

"Okay, let's go."

Nan Mo's throat was choked. As she passed He Xuemei, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Wen Shaoqin died for her after all, and it was right for Wen's father and mother to blame her. She would continue to atone for her sins, and she would continue to be filial to them on behalf of Wen Shaoqin.

He Xuemei's body stiffened.

She stood there, her vision blurred by tears.

After they left, He Xuemei squatted down and looked at her son's tombstone, tears streaming down her face.

"Shaoqin, Mom doesn't want to do that either."

She didn't want to blame Nan Mo, but when she thought about her son dying like that and not even the murderer being caught, her heart felt like it was being bitten by thousands of ants, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die.

She only had this one child, who was lost when she was very young and was finally found in an orphanage. They lost her, found her again, and then lost her again.

Many times, she wanted to go with her son, but she was worried about leaving her husband alone.

He would definitely not be able to bear losing the two most important people in his life at once.

Coming down from the cemetery, Nan Mo saw Wen Yunhai.

Wen Yunhai was sitting in the car waiting for He Xuemei. They had been here once before, but his wife had left something in the car, so she came back to look for it.

He saw Nan Mo.

Nan Mo paused.

I hesitated whether to go up and say hello.

But when she thought of He Xuemei's appearance just now, she gave up the idea.

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