Chapter 57 I like this straightforward and passionate love
At night, Ni Yang returned to the master bedroom and went to the cloakroom to get new pajamas. When she passed by the dressing table, the photos on it were missing. It was obvious who did it.
After taking a shower, I lay on the bed and talked to Ni Hao on the phone for a while.
My uncle said that after his mother’s plagiarism was clarified, Camille has received a lot of cooperation and he will stay in France for a while.
The Gu family’s funds were suppressed and they could not be reversed, so they started selling the real estate under their name.
Léa, who plagiarized her mother, was detained. The money she earned from plagiarism was too huge, and she was also suspected of hiring a killer.
Gu Jinting's father issued a statement putting the blame on his wife, and he was also blinded.
Not many people believed what he said online, and he deleted the statement overnight after being scolded.
After returning to France, Gu Jinting never went to the police station to see his mother once. He was busy with the group all day long.
She didn't care about Gu Jinting. Although he didn't do it, he knew about it and even enjoyed the life brought by her mother's hard work. She didn't hate him, nor did she forgive him.
She only hopes that those who plagiarize will pay the price and that everyone must bear the consequences of their actions.
After returning from Hai City, she will take He Siyu to her home in France to stay for a few days.
He Si wanted to return to the master bedroom from the study, take a shower, lie on the bed, and have a very simple sleep holding Ni Yang.
/
The next day, He Si wanted to go back to Yian to work. Ni Yang dragged her almost recovered body to the studio to edit the video. After editing in the morning, she took a nap in the afternoon and took a bus back to Yinshuang.
The car stopped in front of the villa. Ling Xi and Xiao Ye were already standing at the door waiting for her. As soon as Ni Yang got out of the car, Xiao Ye ran to her legs and hugged her.
She tilted her head back, blinked her big eyes, and sweetly expressed her longing: "Sister, I miss you so much."
Ni Yang's heart softened as she touched his chubby little face and said, "Sister misses Xiaoye too."
Ling Xi walked over. Although she was in her fifties, she was in excellent condition. She wore a long-sleeved dark grey dress with a V-neck and a waist. Her black hair was tied up in a low bun in a lazy and gentle manner.
She looked at Ni Yang with eyes full of love and pity.
"Yangyang."
"Aunt."
Ni Yang took the initiative to hold Ling Xi's arm, and held her affectionately, while holding Xiao Ye with the other hand.
The three of them walked into the house and sat on the sofa. Ni Yang looked at the coffee table filled with her favorite snacks and teas, and her heart felt sweet and bitter.
Ling Xi looked at Ni Yang's face which looked more and more like Qing Yan. His nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes turned red.
"Yangyang, these past few days, I've been thinking about how much it would have been if I had told you back then. If I had told you, Qingyan wouldn't have had to bear all those years of grievances. Your uncle and I were too self-centered, always thinking we were doing this for your own good. I'm sorry, Yangyang."
When Ni Yang saw Ling Xi like this, her eyes became red uncontrollably.
She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from Ling Xi's eyes, her voice soft.
"Aunt, I don't blame you and uncle. You raised me and treated me so well. When I knew the truth, I put myself in your shoes. If I were you, I would make the same choice. As I said before, we don't have any information exchanged. You are just protecting and caring for me in your own way."
"I'm so grateful. For so many years, you've been my second parents in my heart. I cherish you so much. If it weren't for your generous love, I might not be as cheerful and bright as I am now."
"Aunt, I had a dream a few days ago. I dreamed of my parents. They said they didn't blame us. They hoped we would be happy and look forward to the future. So, aunt, don't cry. They don't want to see you blaming yourself."
When Ling Xi heard Ni Yang say that she dreamed of Qingyan and Junzhi, tears couldn't stop falling. Xiao Ye stood beside Ling Xi with red eyes, holding a tissue.
She believed what Yangyang said, and also believed that it might really be them who sent the message to Yangyang in her dream.
How could two such gentle people blame them?
Ni Yang leaned over and hugged Ling Xi, gently stroking her back. She came today just to make things clear. She knew that her aunt felt very guilty.
Some words are more meaningful and convincing only when said in person.
After dreaming about her parents, she no longer blamed herself, nor did she blame her uncle and aunt.
Ono frowned, moved between the two of them, opened his arms and barely hugged them.
"Don't cry, mom, don't cry, sister, Xiaoye will protect you."
The early autumn sunshine was gentle and lingering. It passed through the floor-to-ceiling lattice windows, passed through the sad atmosphere, and gently and generously sprinkled on them, coating them with a layer of holy and beautiful halo.
In the afternoon, Ni Yang chatted with Ling Xi and Xiao Ye for a long time. They talked about He Siyu and their plan to go to Hai City for a while.
Before leaving, Ling Xi asked, "Did Yangyang fall in love with Siyu?"
Ni Yang said brightly and generously: "Yes, I do. He treats me very well and expresses his love to me without any reservation. I like this straightforward and passionate love."
For Ni Yang, feelings are something she can take and let go of. If she likes someone, she likes them; if she doesn't like someone, she doesn't like them. She will not hide it, nor will she waste herself on an unworthy relationship.
Healthy love is about mutual respect, mutual trust, and opening one's heart without any concealment.
This is the case with her and He Siyu. In this society, she is so lucky to meet such a lover, and she cherishes him very much.
On the way back, the sky was filled with sunset glow. She sat in the back seat, opened the car window, the wind blew her hair, and took pictures of the gorgeous sunset glow with her mobile phone.
There was a smile on her face.
[photo]
[Mr. Crane, I'm on my way home.]
He Siyu also sent her a photo of a bouquet of beautiful Roselle roses.
He said, "Mrs. Crane, I am on my way home too."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com