Chapter 137 Is Fu Quezhou still alive?
Two months later, in the lobby of HG Company.
Secretary Jin walked in from outside. The girl at the front desk saw him and nodded and greeted him.
At the same time, a postman came in from outside and took out a white envelope from his canvas bag.
"Hello, here is a letter from Mr. Su Yumian. Please sign for it."
The girl at the front desk was very familiar with the name. After thinking carefully, she said, "You sent him to the wrong place. He resigned two years ago."
Secretary Jin, who was about to enter the elevator, stopped when she heard Su Yumian's name and turned to walk towards the postman.
"Give it to me."
"Okay, please sign here."
After the postman left, Secretary Jin turned the envelope over and was stunned when he saw the words "Nanshan Prison" written in the upper left corner.
As far as he knew, Su Yumian had no family members or relatives serving sentences in prison.
Then who sent this?
The receptionist glanced at him and asked tentatively, "Secretary Jin, um... do you know where Su Yumian went after resigning?"
Secretary Jin put the envelope into the inside pocket of his suit and said to the receptionist, "I don't know. By the way, I have to go on a business trip. Please tell Mr. Fu when he comes."
“…Oh, okay.”
Secretary Jin drove for several hours and returned to Liwu Village. After not seeing her for three months, Su Yumian seemed to have changed a little from when he left.
Although he is still as thin as before, he seems to have become more cheerful.
"Yu Mian, sit down and rest for a while." Liu Meiluo handed over the mineral water and said.
Su Yumian put down the tools he was using to carry the fish scales, took the bottle of mineral water, and said with a smile, "You come to me every day, aren't you tired?"
He joked while drinking water, and when he looked up, he saw Secretary Jin walking towards him.
He choked suddenly and started coughing violently.
Why is Secretary Kim here?
Is there any news about Fu Quezhou?
Seeing this, Liu Meilu hurriedly patted him on the back and said unhappily, "Why are you in such a hurry? No one is competing with you for it."
Secretary Jin looked at the intimate behavior of the two and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fist and then unclenched it. When he looked at Su Yumian again, the strange look had disappeared.
"Mr. Su, long time no see."
Hearing this, Su Yumian closed the lid of the water bottle and glanced behind Secretary Jin, with a subtle sense of loss flashing in his eyes.
He asked coldly, "Why are you here?"
Secretary Jin took out the envelope and handed it to him, saying, "I'm here to deliver a letter. Someone delivered it to the company."
"letter?"
Su Yumian was suspicious for a moment, put down the bottle and reached out to take the envelope. When he saw that the mailing address was the prison, his heart sank suddenly and he had a vague premonition.
He hurriedly opened the envelope, took out the letter paper, and was stunned again when he saw that the handwriting was not Fu Quezhou's.
There was only a short sentence inside: If you want to know about your mother, come here to see me.
Upon seeing these words, Su Yumian subconsciously clenched his fingers and crumpled the letter into a ball.
The truth about his mother's death, wasn't it Fu Quezhou who killed his mother?
Is there something here that he doesn't know?
He had to figure it out.
Then he looked up at Secretary Jin and said, "Take me to Nanshan Prison."
"…good."
Su Yumian quickly took off her apron and said to Liu Meile, "I'm going out for a while. Xiaohui will be here soon. Please keep watch for me for a while."
"Oh, okay, go ahead."
After getting into the car with Secretary Jin, we drove to Hezhou City again.
Looking at the familiar buildings outside the window, Su Yumian felt bitter in his heart. All his ups and downs were dedicated to this city.
An hour later, the car stopped outside Nanshan Prison.
Secretary Jin opened the car door for him and said, "Go in, I'll wait for you outside."
Su Yumian glanced at him and nodded, "...Okay."
He followed the instructions and came to the isolated meeting room, where there was a layer of glass between him and the person who wrote the letter.
But when he saw the person sitting opposite him, he was surprised and angry.
Because he would recognize this person even if he turned into ashes.
"You're here. I thought you wouldn't come."
The other party's voice came from the sound hole under the glass.
Su Yumian sat down across from him, staring at him coldly, and asked, "Did you write the letter? How did you know my previous address at HG Company?"
"I wrote this. Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Zhong..."
Liu Zhong paused, pointed to the number on his chest and said, "No, my current name is 5387."
Su Yumian suddenly leaned forward and punched the table in front of him. "I'm not here to listen to your self-introduction. Who killed my mother?!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhong smiled bitterly. He had thought about a lot during his time in prison, but the only thing he felt sorry for was his family and Li Cuilan who died innocently.
After a moment's silence, Liu Zhong looked at Su Yumian and spoke word by word, "Your mother... was killed by Yang Yuanzheng."
"He originally ordered us to cripple you, but we never expected your mother to suddenly rush over..."
Afterwards, Liu Zhong told everyone that Yang Yuanzheng had sent people to investigate Su Yumian's personal information, and that he had followed Su Yumian to Songping Village, and even everything that happened afterwards.
The reason why he knew it so clearly was because two years ago Yang Yuanzheng threatened his parents' lives and asked him to come out and take responsibility.
On that day he knew everything about Su Yumian.
The reason why he took the initiative to tell the truth today was because he received news that his parents in his hometown passed away yesterday.
His only concern was gone, leaving only this last bit of guilt.
"Mr. Su Yumian, I'm sorry..."
He didn't make this belated apology until he was imprisoned.
After listening to Liu Zhong's story, Su Yumian secretly clenched his fists and asked with a cold look in his eyes, "Who is Yang Yuanzheng?"
"The person in charge of the Yang Group, Yang Yongqiang's grandfather."
When you mention Yang Yuanzheng, he doesn't know who it is, but when you mention Yang Yongqiang, he immediately knows who it is.
"So... Fu Quezhou didn't kill my mother?"
Su Yumian tilted his head and asked, tears welling up in his eyes uncontrollably, but he seemed to still want to hear Liu Zhong's answer, and tried hard not to let the tears fall.
Liu Zhong looked at Su Yumian's expression, and felt even more guilty. After a long moment, he shook his head and said, "...No."
These two words came out lightly from the sound hole, but they were like two red-hot irons weighing thousands of pounds, hitting Su Yumian's heart hard, making him feel so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.
"no……"
He murmured it unconsciously, his voice as soft as a whisper.
Not Fu Quezhou.
It turns out...it really wasn't him.
It turns out that what he said was true, but what did he do at that time?
He cursed him with the most vicious words, retaliated against him with the greatest hatred, trampled on his explanations and confessions, and believed that they were just the murderer's hypocritical excuses.
Those images that he had deliberately ignored now rushed into his mind like a flood that broke through a dam.
The scenes of Fu Quezhou kneeling and begging, and the scene of him enduring humiliation and finally leaving resolutely, were like a knife cutting into Su Yumian's heart, causing him difficulty breathing.
After going through so much trouble, it turns out that it was fate that played such a trick on me.
Seeing him like this, Liu Zhong lowered his head in shame and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
Su Yumian raised his eyes and stared coldly at Liu Zhong. He stood up and said coldly, "Sorry is not enough to atone for your sins. You should continue to atone for your sins in there."
After saying that, he walked out of the meeting room without looking back, looked up at the sky, and said in his heart: Mom, the murderer has been caught.
When Secretary Jin saw him come out, although his expression was calm, she saw that his eyes were red, and she understood.
Silently, she opened the car door for him and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home."
After Su Yumian got in the car, he looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly asked out of the blue, "Is Fu Quezhou still alive?"
Secretary Jin was startled, and his hands gripping the steering wheel subconsciously tightened. After a long moment, he said, "...He's still alive."
"…That's good."
Secretary Jin glanced at him, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.
In Anshan Mental Hospital, Fu Quezhou was tied to the bed in a hospital gown. The four-finger-wide restraints rubbed the skin on his hands and feet as he struggled hard.
"Let me out! I don't want to be here, let me out!!"
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