When Nanxi saw Han Yingna, she almost didn't recognize her.
She looked very bad, without any makeup, her lips were a little pale, and there was a hint of illness between her eyebrows. Her previously well-groomed burgundy waves were now like dead grass, with almost half of her hair now black, with a few white hairs mixed in from time to time.
Her beautiful long nails were all cut short, and she didn't wear her favorite beautiful clothes. She just wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied up loosely.
Of course, her facial features are still beautiful, but compared to her previous exquisiteness, they are now too decadent.
The hostess sitting on the sofa frowned, signaled the servant to pour coffee, and then looked at Han Yingna.
"How did you become like this? Didn't you take Ling Dao's money? He has at least several million dollars in savings. He can't have ended up like this in just over a year, right?"
The woman opposite smiled faintly and looked at Nanxi, "Can I smoke?"
Although she was asking, she had already taken out a cheap lady's cigarette from her half-worn bag, put it in her mouth, and then lit it.
Until the bluish-white smoke almost blurred the thin face, he spoke again.
"Did that bastard think I ran away with his money?"
Nanxi didn't say anything, but her black and white eyes clearly said, "Isn't it?"
Han Yingna smiled and dusted off the ash from her cigarette. "I knew this bastard never believed me."
She didn't mean to explain, and Nanxi didn't think of asking. She just watched her quietly as she smoked a cigarette.
Han Yingna put out the cigarette, then raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, pursed her lips and spoke.
"Xixi, I'm here to ask you for help today. Apart from you, I don't know who else I can ask for help."
The servant brought the coffee and Nanxi motioned her to drink some first.
Han Yingna shook her head, her voice pleading, "Xixi, can you let me see him? I spent a lot of money to find out that he was imprisoned in a special prison in Yangon, but no matter how much I spend, I can't see him.
I know you hate me, but what happened in the past is in the past. You are not a person who cannot distinguish right from wrong. You know I had no choice. Otherwise, with your means, killing me would have been just a matter of a word. But you always just found some trouble to piss off your father, and never really made things difficult for me.
In my life, I have never met a man who is sincere to me, only this bastard, I can't let him go, please, Xixi..."
Han Yingna had never been so humble before. She looked at Nanxi with tears in her embarrassed and desperate eyes. But in Nanxi's eyes, she was very different at this moment. At least, she was much more pleasing to the eye than the weird look she had in front of her father before.
"Okay, I promise you." She is not a bully. Although she doesn't like Han Yingna, she will not take advantage of her misfortune to make things difficult for her.
What's more, when they were on the island, her son always ate and slept at her house. She bought clothes for Ba Chuang and dressed him up, just like Ling Yuhao. Little Ba Chuang still complains from time to time that the rice balls made by the servants are not as delicious as those made by Aunt Yingna.
Han Yingna didn't seem to have expected that Nanxi would agree to her so easily. Her eyes were filled with surprise and her lips seemed to be trembling. "Xi...Xixi..."
She suddenly didn't know what to say, and just stammered, "Thank you...thank you..."
"We've known each other for so many years, and we don't have any deep hatred. My son still often eats and sleeps at your place, and takes Haohao's street dance classes. I will help you with whatever I can."
Han Yingna suddenly laughed, "Yeah, you don't know how to take care of children. That naughty boy, A Chuang, has peed on my bed countless times, and I have to wash it. At night, Haohao and I sleep naked on the carpet at home. When Daozi comes home, I have to carry both of them back home.
He even secretly urinated into an oil can and was beaten with a knife. He didn’t dare tell you…”
When talking about the days on the island, Han Yingna and Nanxi had completely different personalities. Those were the most stable, happiest, and most practical days in her life...
Nanxi laughed when she heard her say that. "Daozi dared to hit my son. It seems I have to find fault with him. But this kid really deserves a beating. He doesn't show any signs of restraint even when being beaten by his father every day."
"A Chuang's personality is like his father's. He will be a fierce general in Myanmar in the future. My Daozi just followed the wrong person and was too attached to promises." Han Yingna sighed, "Forget it, it's fate. If he didn't follow Nan Suzhi, Nan Suzhi wouldn't have given me to him."
Nanxi chatted with Han Yingna for a while, asked the driver to take her to the prison, and then called her husband in person to ask him to arrange a meeting between them.
When Balu came back in the evening, Nanxi had just taken a shower and was still awake.
"Wife..." The man leaned against her back and called out in a deep voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Daozi died. After Han Yingna left, he committed suicide in prison."
The woman in his arms froze for a moment, then quickly calmed down. "He doesn't want to be taken to the island prison by Interpol and die there. His sentence is enough for three hundred years.
He has seen the person he wanted to see, and his wish has been fulfilled. If he commits suicide now, he knows that I will arrange for his ashes to be given to Han Yingna, which is the best ending."
"Well, it's true. I always thought he and that woman were just living together, but I didn't expect him to be so sincere. It's really weird. Daozi is one of the hardest-headed, cold-blooded and heartless people I've seen in northern Myanmar in all these years. When I first saw him, I thought he was a natural killer, but I didn't expect that after so many years, he would fall in love with a woman and end up in the situation he is in now.
Frankly, I thought he was going to the island prison and was going to escape. I was thinking about whether I could help him out.
"Dao didn't choose to be a knife. He is a flesh-and-blood person. If he had a choice, he might prefer to be an ordinary man. At least, he chose this path himself, not one chosen for him by others, not one forced by fate..."
"No, Nan Xiaoxi, why does what you said sound so wrong? What? Do you feel sorry for him?" The man was a little unhappy. With a cold and handsome face, he turned his wife's shoulders and looked at him.
Nanxi glared at him, "I'm just sighing, Hunlong."
After she finished speaking, she slapped the man's hand away and said, "I'm going to see Han Yingna tomorrow. You arrange for someone to take Dao's ashes away, and I'll give them to her.
Also, husband, I want to discuss it with Han Yingna. If she is willing, I want to arrange for Haohao and A Chuang to go to school in China together. The child is innocent. Logically, he should call me aunt. I can't bear it. "
"Nan Suzhi didn't recognize him. Ling Dao risked his life for his future. This child is Ling Dao's child. Don't mention this again in the future." The man said,
"As for the schooling, you can arrange it. It's not like we can't raise a child. I've seen that kid. He has good roots and might become something great in the future."
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