But whenever her mood improved a little, Deng Yingying would look down on her.

She felt that her son was dead, and Zhuang Guizhi, as his wife and daughter-in-law, had to shed tears all day long and mourn her son like she did.

Then she began to bully Zhuang Guizhi even more fiercely, using all kinds of vicious tricks.

It seemed that only by doing this could she vent the pain and anger in her heart.

What completely broke Zhuang Guizhi down and made her unable to bear it anymore was what Deng Yuying did the night before she committed suicide.

That night, Deng Yuying did not let Zhuang Guizhi work until late at night for the first time. Instead, she sent Zhuang Guizhi back to her room early and let her go to bed.

Deng Yuying's behavior not only did not make Zhuang Guizhi feel cared for, but instead made her feel scared.

It's so abnormal.

She simply couldn't believe that Deng Yuying could be so kind.

But she knew that even if she asked, Deng Yuying would not tell her the truth.

So Zhuang Guizhi could only pretend that she didn't notice anything and lay down to sleep honestly. In fact, she didn't fall asleep at all and was always alert to the movements around her.

When she was asleep in the middle of the night, the door that Deng Ying had locked from the outside was opened.

After the lock was opened, Deng Yuying walked in quietly.

Zhuang Guizhi quietly opened her eyes a little and saw Deng Yiying walking in with something that looked like a round jar in her arms.

She had seen the round jar when she was cleaning Deng Yingying's room and knew that Deng Yingying was particularly fond of it.

But whenever Zhuang Guizhi entered her room, she would hold the jar carefully in her arms and never let Zhuang Guizhi get close to the jar.

So for so long, Zhuang Guizhi still didn't know what was in the jar.

At this moment, seeing Deng Yuying coming in with the jar, she felt nervous and curious.

After Deng Yuying walked to her bedside, she carefully placed the jar next to Zhuang Guizhi's pillow.

Perhaps the jar was really precious. After Deng Yuying put the jar away, she didn't dare leave. Her hands were hanging loosely on the edge of the bed, as if she was afraid that the jar would fall.

Perhaps seeing Zhuang Guizhi sleeping soundly, Deng Yuying finally felt relieved and began to talk to herself in a low voice.

She said.

"Son, I know you're lonely down there, so I'll bring your ashes here and let your wife sleep with you."

"Mom knows you're having a hard time, so you came to me in a dream. Don't worry, I will take good care of your wife. I will never let her do anything to let you down, nor will I allow her to remarry!"

"Mom will definitely try her best to survive, wait until she dies first, and then bury her ashes with yours, so that she can be with you forever!"

"In a couple of days, Mom will secretly sew a sachet inside her clothes, put your ashes in it, and let her wear it on her body. That way, even though you two are separated by the Yin and Yang, she can still be with you every day."

After hearing what Deng Yuying said, Zhuang Guizhi's whole body stiffened and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind, that was -

Deng Yuying is a lunatic!

She is absolutely crazy!

The jar actually contained her son's ashes!

She actually secretly hid her son's ashes at home!

Not only that, she also had to carry the ashes of the dead person with her every day and sleep with the ashes at night!

Ah! This madman!

Zhuang Guizhi could no longer pretend to be asleep and got up screaming.

She was so angry that she was shaking all over. She wanted to push the jar beside the pillow off the bed, but Deng Yingying reacted faster than her.