Chapter 71 Destruction

She did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of her.

If Xin Mian hadn't saved her...

Ming Zheng paused and continued.

"Although Tingyun's memory was damaged due to the car accident, he remembered it four years ago. Zhaozhao, do you understand?"

His body suddenly froze, and Ming Zhao's mind went blank for a moment, "How can I..."

The words stopped at his lips.

Four years ago.

This was exactly the beginning of Zhou Tingyun's estrangement from her.

No wonder, no wonder...

Ming Zhao's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were panic-stricken and at a loss.

Mother Zhou died to save her. She couldn't imagine how Zhou Tingyun felt every time he saw her.

Faced with her constant pestering and approaching, he clearly kept avoiding her.

But she didn't understand anything and always got angry at him.

Looking at her daughter's distraught appearance, Ming Zheng appeared unusually calm.

She spoke calmly.

"Maybe you're in the honeymoon phase now and think everything is fine, but if you stay together for a long time, you'll always feel guilty, and he'll always suppress his resentment for you, and the rift will only grow bigger."

Ming Zhao raised his head suddenly, his lips instantly losing their color, as if covered in frost. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

"Baby," Ming Zheng gently held her daughter's face and looked at her gently, "Listen to your mother."

"Mom won't hurt you."

Her mind was in a mess, and the information was too shocking, making it impossible for her to calm down and think.

"Mommy, I...I..."

She spoke incoherently, her voice trembling.

When he spoke again, his voice was choked with sobs, "But my brother..."

She spoke incoherently, her words were broken and incoherent.

She said her brother was already very sad and she shouldn't break up with him at this time. She said she would talk to him about this matter and if he really couldn't resolve his feelings, then she...

The voice gradually became lower.

She is willing to separate.

After listening to her daughter carefully, Ming Zheng sighed helplessly.

"Baby, even if he doesn't care, what about Grandpa Zhou?"

"Brother no longer has a mother and a father, Zhao Zhao, do you want him to fight against his family again for you?"

Ming Zhao froze.

The world suddenly seemed to have turned into a hollow tooth, and every time the wind blew, it brought a pain.

She once hoped that Zhou Tingyun would leave the Zhou family and return to her.

But now, she couldn't let him lose his loved ones again.

My face seemed to be covered by a beaded curtain, feeling cold and suffocating.

Ming Zheng took out a tissue, gently wiped her tears, and said, "It's okay, baby, you can think about it carefully during this time."

The door was closed gently.

After a night, the rain gradually stopped.

For several days in a row, Mingzhao rarely went out and stayed in his room all the time.

Staring blankly at the phone screen.

She didn't know what to do, no one taught her how to deal with the situation.

He just replied to Zhou Tingyun's message in the same tone as usual.

Suddenly, a video call came.

Seeing her red and swollen eyes, she hurriedly switched to voice.

"Zhao Zhao?" A man's deep voice came from the other side. "Why don't you answer the video?"

Ming Zhao clutched the soft pillow, trying to keep his voice natural.

"I just got up and haven't washed my face yet."

Hearing this, Zhou Tingyun was a little amused. "I've seen everything about you. How many times have I helped you wash your face?"

The tip of my nose suddenly felt sore.

She blinked hard to slow down her tears and change the subject.

"What's going on at the company? Is it serious?"

The man paused for a moment.

"It's not serious, Zhao Zhao, don't worry about it. I'll come over to accompany you when I'm done with my work."

Ming Zhao held the phone, his fingertips tightened slightly, and he hummed.

After hanging up the phone, she sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time.

Until the sun sets in the west.

Finally walked out of the room.

Ming Zheng was still sitting on the sofa. When she heard the noise, she turned her head slightly to look at her.

She wasn't too surprised by her daughter's decision.

"In that case, Mom won't stop you," Ming Zheng said calmly, as if she had expected it.

——

On the other side, North City.

Huayu Group.

"Zhou Dong, regarding the person who caused the car accident..."

Before he could finish his words, suddenly, there was a loud bang and Mr. Zhou rushed in angrily.

"How long are you going to keep investigating? It's already been a done deal, and you've already found out what happened?"

Zhou Tingyun glanced at him calmly, without any emotion in his eyes, and signaled the secretary to continue.

The secretary spoke calmly.

"At the time of the accident, the driver and his car had already fallen into the river. According to the police, no relevant evidence was recovered at the time."

Mr. Zhou sat on the sofa with a cold voice.

"Even if Ming Zheng didn't do it on purpose, this whole thing happened because of her. No matter how much you like that girl, you have to think about whether you can live up to your parents' spirits in heaven by doing this!"

When Zhou Tingyun heard this, there was no warmth in his eyes.

He looked at Mr. Zhou.

"Grandpa, you should know best who they are sorry for."

Mr. Zhou tightened his grip on his cane.

"What are you talking about! You—"

As if a sore spot had been touched, his words were filled with panic and anger.

"I have a fourth uncle, right?" Zhou Tingyun said calmly, "Where is he now?"

"You saved him, didn't you?" The man closed the document and put it aside.

Mr. Zhou's face was pale and his body was stiff.

He should have thought of it.

With Zhou Tingyun's ability, he will find out sooner or later.

A strong feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart, and he felt that everything was out of his control.

Mr. Zhou seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, with his back hunched.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness.

"Tingyun, I've already lost a son, I can't..."

At this point, his throat choked and he could hardly speak.

After a pause, he continued.

"Let's stop here. Even if you knew, there would be no evidence."

Zhou Tingyun sat there quietly without saying a word.

Everything that happened twenty years ago has been wiped clean enough.

The few clues he found were not enough to convict anyone.

"I can agree that you can be with the girl from the Ming family." Old Zhou looked at him and said finally.

There was a hint of compromise in his tone.

Zhou Tingyun did not agree.

It is impossible for him to let Mingzhao's mother bear the responsibility that does not belong to her for his own selfish reasons, while the real murderer remains at large.

But a few days later, when he got the most crucial clue, he was instantly overwhelmed by strong emotions. The veins on the back of his hands bulged uncontrollably.

He immediately stopped all actions and destroyed all clues.