Chapter 122 I Will Never Forgive You
At this time, Fu Quening also walked towards the few people. Hearing Secretary Jin's words, he echoed, "Yes, brother, give him some time."
Fu Quezhou stood still and was finally forcibly dragged into the car by Secretary Jin and Fu Quening.
When Xiaohui saw the three people leave, he bared his teeth and turned around.
When he walked to Su Yumian's door and was about to raise his hand to knock, he was stunned for a moment when he heard intermittent sobbing coming from behind the door.
Seeing him standing at the door without going in, Old Man Chen asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Hui lowered his hands and turned to walk towards the dried fish in the yard. "Nothing, brother must be tired, let him sleep for a while."
Hearing this, Old Man Chen looked at the closed door, shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Su Yumian locked himself in the room for the entire afternoon and went to sleep without even eating dinner.
Seeing Xiaohui returning with the food intact, Old Man Chen sighed and said, "Forget it, it's better to let him be alone."
As he spoke, he took out the white liquor he had hidden under the table, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and said, "Tsk... This world is full of illusions, only pain never lies... No one can escape..."
Tears welled up in Old Man Chen's eyes as he thought of the experience of having to bury a loved one. He was the one who suffered the most during those days.
But for the sake of his grandson, he had to cheer himself up again, and he believed that Su Yumian was the same.
Xiaohui looked at the food that was gradually getting cold and fell silent. I hope so.
No words were spoken that night.
The next morning, Xiaohui was awakened by a loud noise. He opened the door and went out to the yard in his slippers. He didn't see Fu Quezhou's car, so he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he must have left.
Just as he turned around and was about to go into the house, he saw a middle-aged man walking out of the house next door that had not been occupied for a long time.
"The owner of this house has moved to a big city to settle down, and asked me to rent it out to him if I found a suitable property. Isn't that a coincidence?"
Xiao Hui was stunned when he heard this, and then asked across the half-man-high wall, "Chief, who wants to rent this house?"
When the village chief saw that it was Xiaohui, he said cheerfully, "Three young people."
Three?
Could it be that...
Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Quezhou walked out of the house with the rent in his hand.
He then handed it to the village head and said, "Thank you for your help."
The village head took the money, counted it, and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Okay, okay. Let me know if you need anything."
"Okay, take care, Headmaster."
After the village chief walked away, Xiaohui stared at Fu Quezhou and subconsciously said, "Why didn't you leave?"
Fu Quezhou glared at him and answered as if it was a matter of course, "Why should I leave?"
If I go, I’ll take Mian Mian with me.
"You...!" Xiaohui choked, not knowing how to refute.
After all, Fu Quezhou didn't live in his house, so his question did seem a bit nosy.
Fu Quezhou ignored Xiaohui and turned into the house.
Xiaohui was furious and walked back to the house with heavy steps. It happened that Su Yumian had just woken up.
He saw that Su Yumian's eyes were bloodshot and her eyelids were a little swollen. It was obvious that she had cried all night last night.
Seeing his grandson's face flush with anger, Old Man Chen asked, "Who made you so angry so early in the morning?"
"Who else could it be? Those three annoying guys from yesterday. I thought they left, but they just stayed here!"
As Xiaohui said this, he secretly looked at Su Yumian's face. He saw that he walked into the bathroom to wash up as usual, looking indifferent.
Hearing this, Old Man Chen subconsciously asked, "Where do you live?"
"It's Uncle Zhang's house next door." Xiaohui said as he stretched his neck to sneak a peek at Su Yumian in the bathroom.
When she saw him come out, she quickly retracted her neck and pretended not to care and chatted with Old Man Chen.
Su Yumian came out of the bathroom, took out a tissue to wipe the toothpaste foam off her mouth, and said, "I'm going to the market first."
“…Oh, okay.”
Su Yumian opened the door and walked straight out of the yard.
Next door, Fu Quezhou saw Su Yumian finally come out of the house and hurriedly caught up with him.
“Mianmian, Mianmian! Wait for me…!”
However, Su Yumian turned a deaf ear and continued walking forward.
He got anxious and ran two steps to block Su Yumian's way, pressing his hands on Su Yumian's shoulders.
In an almost pleading tone, she said, "Mianmian, please don't be like this. Just listen to me, okay?"
Su Yumian slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, her face full of indifference, and her voice was even colder, "Sir, I don't know you, so I have nothing to say to you."
After saying that, he resolutely pushed away the hand on his shoulder and passed him sideways.
Faced with Su Yumian's indifference, Fu Quezhou felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He hadn't slept all night and had been driving for several hours straight, so he was feeling dizzy.
Seeing that he was about to leave again, he hurriedly steadied his shaking body and shouted, "Your father is not dead!"
As soon as these words came out, Su Yumian's footsteps suddenly stopped, but he did not turn around and still had his back to him.
Seeing him stop, Fu Quezhou breathed a sigh of relief. He had been looking for an opportunity to explain things to him, but Su Yumian had been avoiding him.
Now I finally found the opportunity.
He walked quickly forward and stopped one step away from Su Yumian's back.
Looking at his slender neck and stubborn back, I felt a sharp pain in my eyes.
He slowly said, "Mianmian, your father is still alive. That man was just someone I found to pretend to be him. Please believe me."
He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Su Yumian's hand hanging by his side, but was interrupted by Su Yumian's cold voice.
"Fu Quezhou."
He paused, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air.
Then Su Yumian continued, "Do you think I will still be deceived by your lies?"
Fu Quezhou was stunned and hurriedly explained, "No, I didn't lie to you..."
"You think you can erase your mistakes with just a few words! You think I will believe you if you continue to lie! You even want to take the life of my last relative. You are nothing but a beast! Fu Quezhou, I hate you!!"
Su Yumian suddenly turned around and yelled at him at the top of her lungs, and finally got so angry that she slapped Fu Quezhou in the face.
“Bang!”
The slap that was a year late finally came, but it couldn't bring back his parents' lives.
Fu Quezhou was stunned by the slap, and he stood there with his head tilted for a long time without coming to his senses.
He was shocked at first, shocked at how the gentle, timid, and soft-hearted Su Yumian had changed.
Then came regret, regret that I had done things too drastically, and now there is no room for maneuver.
He slowly knelt down. The once arrogant and domineering Fu Quezhou was now almost humbled to the dust.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he asked in a hoarse, choked voice, "Didn't you say you forgave me? I really didn't lie to you this time..."
Hearing this, Su Yumian sneered softly, "Oh! Forgive you?"
Su Yumian calmly raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had slid down his chin. Those words were just what he said when he was disheartened and determined to die before jumping off the cliff.
Now that he is not dead, there is no question of forgiveness or not.
He turned away indifferently, "I will never forgive you in my entire life."
Fu Quezhou knelt on the spot, as if his soul had been sucked away by these words. Tears flowed silently and he did not chase after her anymore.
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