Chapter 210 I Have a Wife

Shen Qingqing originally thought that as long as Fourth Uncle was alive.

She doesn't care about anything.

As long as he lives in this world.

Even if I never see him again in my life.

Even if they never have any relationship again.

She can do either.

As long as he is alive.

But the moment I saw the two of them kissing.

Shen Qingqing felt that she couldn't do it.

There is no one in this world who loves Fourth Uncle more than her.

But why didn't Fourth Uncle choose her?

Shen Qingqing felt angry, sad, grief-stricken, painful, and unwilling.

All the emotions seemed to turn into a snake, coiling in her heart, hissing and spitting red apricots.

When Bo Wanhua knew that Bo Jinxiu was still alive, she felt complicated.

She looked forward to his death every day.

I hope he disappears from this world.

It’s as if you have never been here, leaving no trace.

But when someone told him.

The helicopter he was flying had been swallowed by the sea and there was no possibility of survival.

Bo Wanhua was still stunned.

I just felt a sudden emptiness in my heart.

For so many years, she vented all the pain and hatred in her heart on Bo Jinxiu.

She always felt that Bo Jinxiu was the source of her pain.

She has become accustomed to living with this pain.

But one day, this root suddenly disappeared.

She felt as if something had cut out a piece of flesh from her heart.

Bo Wanhua has been watching plays in the Grand Theater these days.

From The Drunken Concubine to The Phoenix Returns to the Nest.

Finally, I watched Orphan of Zhao over and over again.

The actors' singing on stage is rhythmic and has a unique charm.

But it reveals a sense of sadness.

"The thief Tu'an dominates the court corridor, and the state of Jin suffers. The prime minister and his consort draw swords to face injustice. The princess laments being trapped in the inner court of the palace, and the orphan is worried about falling into the abyss at birth."

"Hold the door in front and behind, where are the earth and the sky running?"

"You think you should repay the favor, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to escape."

"Please, sir, please stop being angry and listen to my story from the beginning... According to the will, I was called an orphan, and my son and mother cannot be reunited."

At this moment, the butler walked in slowly.

He whispered in Bo Wanhua's ear: "Madam, the man has been found. The eldest young master is not dead."

Bo Wanhua had almost no expression on her face.

She raised her hand and waved.

The housekeeper tactfully left.

The young actor who played the role of the Orphan of Zhao on the stage spoke with clear pronunciation and a sad voice, each word of which was heartbreaking.

"Where are you going, Daddy and Mommy? Why are you sending a gentleman away and not returning?"

Looking at the small figure on the stage.

Bo Wanhua suddenly thought of Bo Jinxiu's childhood.

When he was four or five years old, he was particularly fond of her.

Every time she went back to the old house, he always liked to follow her around.

She loathed him terribly.

Always drive people away with a dark face.

But when she scolded him, he smiled at her.

"Sister, you haven't been back for a long time. I miss you very much."

"Sister, this mooncake is delicious. I saved it especially for you."

"Sister, are you free tomorrow? Can you take me to the amusement park?"

This was the only time Bo Wanhua took Bo Jinxiu to the amusement park.

Just dumped him in there.

From day to night.

After the Bo family found out, they went crazy looking for him.

But it was not found.

She was beaten with a stick by the old man and was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Two days later, Bo Jinxiu came back on his own.

Little Bo Jinxiu's clothes were torn, his body was bruised, his shoes were lost, and his feet were bleeding. He looked like a little beggar.

No one knows how he came back.

No one knew how much suffering he had endured outside.

But when he saw her being punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.

I still helped her conceal it: "It wasn't my elder sister who lost me. I was just being naughty and got lost."

Later many times.

She did a lot of awful things to him.

He never complained to the old man and the old lady.

Until he was ten years old.

She pushed him into the pool with her own hands.

Bo Jinxiu was afraid of water when he was a child, so he never learned to swim.

Bo Jinxiu saw her when he fell into the water.

There was clearly an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

At first he struggled in the water.

He kept shouting, "Sister, save me, save me!"

She stood on the shore, indifferent.

At that moment, her fingers clenched.

He was also trembling all over.

She watched as his eyes changed from disbelief to pain to despair.

When he finally sank, he no longer struggled.

Just watching her like that.

Hatred arose from despair.

After all these years, this look still appears in her dreams from time to time.

When Bo Jinxiu was lying at the bottom of the pool.

Finally, I softened my heart for a moment.

Her frantic screams attracted the housekeeper.

Pulled the person out.

At that time, Bo Jinxiu had been suffocating for several minutes.

Everyone was busy trying to rescue him.

She was standing right next to it.

What was she thinking at that time?

She was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

It felt like the most important thing in my body was being ripped out.

She had always felt that the child was trapping him in a cruel past.

Every time she saw him, she was constantly reminded of the inhuman torture she had endured.

There is also Brother Bai who died tragically.

But at that moment, she really didn't want him to die.

Pain has become a part of her life, integrated into her flesh and blood and soul.

If Bo Jinxiu died, it seemed that her soul would be shattered into pieces.

Bo Jinxiu was rescued and survived.

The old man stepped forward and asked what was going on.

He didn't give her up.

Just say you don't remember.

Everyone thought he lost a memory due to suffocation.

But Bo Wanhua knew he didn't.

Because from the moment he opened his eyes, the way he looked at her was different.

Such intense hatred, such cold indifference.

As if my heart was dead.

It was also from that time that he began to resist.

He never tried to please her again, never smiled at her again.

There is only silent confrontation and silent war.

Bo Wanhua closed her eyes.

The performance of Orphan of Zhao on the stage has ended.

The actors took their bows and left the stage.

She stood up too.

When I raised my hand, I found that I was already in tears.

The other side.

The live broadcast continues.

Although everyone knows that Bo Jinxiu and Jiang Ciyou are still alive.

But there was no way to determine their location.

Bo Jinxiu was very happy after his proposal was successful.

With no one to confide his joy to, he even caught a crab and forced it to listen to the joy and excitement in his heart that had nowhere to go.

The crab escaped countless times.

Bo Jinxiu caught it again and again and held it in his palm.

"Did you hear that? I have a wife. My wife's name is Jiang Ciyou."

"By the way, do you have a wife? What's your wife's name?"

Jiang Ciyou sat next to him and gave him a look of disdain: "Divine Gold!"