Chapter 72 She is the only one I have

Zhou Tingyun finally agreed to Mr. Zhou's request.

Mr. Zhou finally felt relieved, and a smile appeared on his old face.

Raising my hand, I patted his shoulder and said, "Alright, let the past be the past."

Walking out of the old house, the biting cold wind chilled my brows.

In the special car on the way to the airport, Zhou Tingyun was about to contact Ming Zhao, but found that he could no longer get through to her.

I suppressed my anxiety and rushed to the beach villa, but it was also empty.

His heart suddenly sank, Zhou Tingyun's brows and eyes were grim. He was about to send people to look for him when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He answered.

Gradually, the finger bones turned white.

Nowadays in North City, all the headlines are about one thing.

Regarding a major rear-end collision twenty years ago, the murderer was arrested.

The news came down like snowflakes, freezing into ice and almost bending people over.

A week later.

In the office, Zhou Tingyun's eyes were full of fatigue, and a feeling of powerlessness swept over his heart.

The secretary next to him hesitated to speak.

Mr. Zhou was sent to the hospital due to anger and is still in a coma in the ward. The chairman has not slept for several days and nights in order to find him.

At this moment, there was a heavy chill all over the body, which made people feel uneasy.

It was not until he finally learned the news about Ming Zheng that his expression changed and he immediately stood up and walked out.

Blue Water Homes.

The old stairwell was covered in dust, and every step left a clear footprint.

The wall has turned slightly yellow, and there are broken spider webs hanging in the corners.

Not far away, an iron gate was ajar, with the green paint peeling off and reddish-brown rust spreading.

As the gentle breeze blew past, a low creaking sound was emitted.

Zhou Tingyun pushed the door open.

Gold poured out and flowed into the corridor, and he stepped into the light.

The old wooden floor made a rotting sound, and the worn cushions on the sofa had faded, and the dull patterns were blurred.

A familiar figure is standing in front of the old-fashioned window.

"Mom." He said calmly a few steps away.

Ming Zheng paused for a moment, then spoke slowly with a nostalgic tone.

"Your mother and I used to live here."

She touched the empty flowerpot with her fingertips.

Xin Mian is not only her college classmate, but also her most inseparable friend who came from a small town.

On the day the admission letter arrived, her father sold her to an old bachelor from the same village for a betrothal gift of 20,000 yuan.

It was Xin Mian who secretly dragged her out in the middle of the night.

Hiding here and there, covered in dust and dirt, he ran under the moonlight, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The dense branches left bloody marks on his face, and he left the shouting and cursing behind him.

By the time he finally ran onto the main road, one of Xinmian's shoes had fallen off.

The two looked at each other's embarrassed appearance and laughed so hard that they fell over.

After arriving in the North City, they worked as waiters and washers to save up tuition fees. Besides attending classes, they also worked part-time.

Later, we graduated successfully, rented this small house together, and worked hard together.

Now, the windowsill is covered with dust.

Zhou Tingyun stood quietly for a while and asked her:

"Where is Zhao Zhao?"

Hearing this, Ming Zheng slowly turned around.

Zhou Tingyun's eyebrows were heavy, and he still looked self-controlled. His angular face was dignified and steady.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Xiao Yun, you should have seen the news."

After glancing at the other person's slightly pale face, she looked away.

A few years after Xin Mian and Zhou Chenzhang got married, they began to resume contact with the Zhou family.

At this time, a gentle and easy-going man suddenly approached Ming Zheng.

He has outstanding appearance, outstanding abilities, and shows vulnerability appropriately.

Ming Zheng's near-perfect personality aroused her vigilance, but Zhou Chenzhang unexpectedly got along well with him.

It was also because she was too conceited. Although she didn't like him, she chose to use this man for the sake of her own career.

So the man became closer and closer to them, and over time, the four of them often went on dates and traveled together.

Always advance and retreat in moderation and never make any mistakes.

Until one day, he said he was temporarily busy.

…

Having survived the car accident, Ming Zheng slowly opened her eyes on the hospital bed.

I caught the moment before his face was filled with worry, and then he showed relief and joy that he couldn't hide.

Ming Zheng could no longer recall how devastated she was at that time. She only remembered pretending to know nothing and lying in his arms, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Zhou Huaiyuan hugged her tightly and comforted her with a gentle voice.

I have never hated as much as I did then.

It's heart-wrenching and the pain is indescribable.

After being discharged from the hospital, Ming Zheng was not clear about the situation of the Zhou family, and did not dare to rashly send Zhou Tingyun, who had lost his memory, back to Longtanhuxue.

She rarely went home in recent years and used various excuses to keep Zhou Huaiyuan abroad to prevent him from getting close to her two children.

It's always like walking on a thin and precarious tightrope, and every step is terrifying.

Finally, when Zhou Tingyun was able to stand on his own, she found Mr. Zhou and told him what had happened.

Unexpectedly, in order to protect his youngest son, Mr. Zhou not only chose to bury the past, but also sternly told her not to interfere.

He used threats and inducements, “Mr. Ming, whether to gain a foothold in Beicheng or to go against me, I think you will make the right decision.”

Ming Zheng curled the corners of her lips when she saw such a noble family.

Fortunately, she no longer trusts anyone easily, so during the conversation, she did not hand over the evidence she had collected.

The relationship between Zhou Huaiyuan and her was also not disclosed.

Until today, Zhou Huaiyuan... no, to be more precise, Zhou Jinzhi, was finally sent to prison by her.

Zhou Tingyun was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"Does Zhao Zhao know?"

Ming Zheng didn't answer.

He just said slowly, "Zhao Zhao is very obedient. She agreed to break up with you."

Seeing that his expression didn't change, she smiled and said, "Don't believe it?"

"But I told her that you had recovered your memory four years ago."

For a while.

It was as if something shattered silently.

Zhou Tingyun understands Mingzhao. Although he seems spoiled, he is actually very thoughtful and always thinks of others first.

So he knew very well what kind of misunderstanding she would have.

The pain in my chest gradually spread to my limbs.

But the surface remained calm, and even the words were without any waves.

"Mom," he said, "she's all I have."

The winter sun is cold and cannot dispel the biting cold.

There was silence and no wind all around, as quiet as if it were trapped in ice and snow.

But she felt that the moon in the pool was broken into thousands of pieces.

Zhou Tingyun was like a frozen and malfunctioning machine. His voice was flat and he just spoke mechanically.

"Mother saved you."

"Just consider it as compensation for a sister, okay?"

Ming Zheng didn't speak for a long time.

Until the secretary rushed in.

"try to find……"

He met Ming Zheng's gaze, somewhat evasive, and spoke with gritted teeth.

"We found the young lady."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tingyun immediately turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped.

"Xiao Yun."

Ming Zheng's voice is not loud, but it carries a steady power.

She stood up slowly, took out a document and handed it to him.

Zhou Tingyun's movements froze for a moment.

Finally, he raised his hand to take it.

The black words on the white paper that came into his sight slowly pierced his eyes like needles, stinging them.

"A certificate of kinship."