Chapter 77 You typed out my diary, what's the point?

Shang Wanwan remembered.

Her face turned pale, and Zhang's mother, who was standing by, was terrified when she saw her trembling all over.

"Ma'am, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, I will help you lie back on the bed."

Shang Wanwan shook her head and shifted her gaze back to the drawer.

Her diary.

Gone——

This carries every detail of her and Huo Dongming.

She recorded every little thing that happened between them over the years in this notebook.

These are her memories and thoughts of him.

"Has anyone touched this drawer?"

Her face was as pale as death.

Mother Zhang remembered.

Mr. Huo was burning something in this room that day.

This drawer is also open.

But, should Mr. Huo tell his wife what he did?

Shang Wanwan immediately understood what Zhang's mother said during the few seconds she hesitated.

"Is it Huo Dongming?"

What was he doing with her diary?

Shang Wanwan left Zhang Ma and rushed to the study room immediately.

She looked everywhere like a madman.

Finally, in the drawer of the computer desk in the study, she saw a neatly stacked stack of A4 copy papers.

Everything recorded on it was what she wrote in her diary, and there were even annotations on it.

The content is from her diary.

But she never found the diary.

Huo Dongming——

Why did he print out her diary?

Shang Wanwan's eyes were red and her heart was aching.

She took the thick stack of papers away.

She went back to her room and changed her clothes. Seeing that she was in a hurry to go out, Zhang's mother followed her out.

"Madam, where are you going? Your husband will be angry if he doesn't see you when he comes home."

She was anxious and upset.

"I'm going out to do something. Don't worry, I'll be back."

She won't leave. She won't leave here until she finds the diary.

It has been more than a month, and she remembered that Shang Yecheng's case was going to go to trial during the days when she had the miscarriage.

How is he now?

She's going to go back and ask.

The driver drove Shang Wanwan to the business place.

She reached the door and the driver honked.

To her surprise, the servant inside did not come out to open the door.

Helpless, Shang Wanwan had to get off the bus.

"Miss, why are you back? The husband and wife don't want to see you at all, you'd better leave."

Seeing Shang Wanwan, the servant trembled with fear.

He just said a few words to her secretly and then left.

Shang Wanwan was unwilling and shouted outside the door.

"Dad, Mom. I'm Wanwan. Please open the door."

After shouting many times, the door finally opened.

When Shang Wanwan walked in, she was shocked by the white cloth hanging in the house.

The servants also wore mourning clothes.

All she could think of was Shang Xingyuan.

Huo Dongming clearly helped her father. Could it be that Shang Xingyuan's condition worsened and he passed away while she was in a daze?

Shang Wanwan ran inside in disbelief.

Chen Yao almost collapsed when he saw her.

"Why did you come back? You cruel, vicious, ungrateful bastard. You have the nerve to come back."

Chen Yao's eyes were red, and he grabbed Shang Wanwan and pushed and hit her.

Shang Wanwan realized that the dead person was not Shang Xingyuan when she saw Shang Xingyuan being pushed out in a wheelchair.

A photo of Shang Yecheng was placed on the mourning hall, with a crystal coffin next to it.

Shang Ye had been in the city for more than a month when he was tortured to death by the people inside using various methods.

If Shang Hangyuan didn't have some money and connections, they would have almost failed to get the body back.

In order to evade responsibility, the prison wanted to cremate Shang Yecheng directly.

Upon hearing the news of Shang Yecheng's death, Chen Yao fainted several times from crying, and Shang Xingyuan was so sad that he almost suffered a relapse of his old illness.

A few days after returning from Shangye City, Shang Xingyuan could no longer walk and had to sit in a wheelchair.

Seeing Shang Wanwan, Shang Xingyuan was very excited.

He picked up whatever he could get his hands on and threw it all at Shang Wanwan.

Shang Wanwan was caught off guard and was hit on the corner of her eyebrow before she could dodge. Blood immediately spurted out.

"Get out of my house."

Shang Xingyuan saw that Shang Wanwan was very excited and did not give her a chance to speak.

Shang Wanwan never expected that Shang Yecheng would die after she had not returned for a month.

"Dad, Mom——"

"Don't call me, I'm not your father, and she's not your mother. We were wrong, we shouldn't have raised you, we shouldn't have had an ungrateful daughter like you."

Shang Xingyuan started coughing violently whenever he spoke.

"Go away, go away quickly. Mrs. Huo, our small temple here can't accommodate a great Bodhisattva like you. We are a small family and can't afford it."

Chen Yao pushed Shang Wanwan while crying.

Shang Wanwan's eyes were red and her voice was hoarse.

"Mom, why is my brother like this?"

Shang Xingyuan's eyes were bloodshot. If he had a knife in his hand, he would have stabbed Shang Wanwan directly.

"Don't be hypocritical here. Go back and ask your husband why this happened. We went to his house and begged him many times. Your mother and I went to see you when you were discharged from the hospital.

He kicked both of us out, and not only did he not help, your brother was beaten up after he went in, and when we went to pick him up after he died, he was covered in wounds."

The business was so hurt that I couldn't continue talking.

"Mrs. Huo, let's go——"

Chen Yao kept calling Shang Wanwan "Mrs. Huo", which broke Shang Wanwan's heart.

Shang Wanwan was pushed out by the servant in the house.

The driver is still waiting outside.

Seeing Shang Wanwan almost fall to the ground, he hurried over to support her.

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

Shang Wanwan cried so hard that she couldn't even stand steadily.

She shook her head and sobbed.

The driver helped her to the back seat, and Shang Wanwan completely broke down.

So much happens in one month.

Everything points back to the man she once loved.

Shang Wanwan almost cried all the way.

She struggled to get back to the villa.

Shang Wanwan left home in the morning and arrived home almost in the evening.

When Zhang's mother saw that she came home, her face looked strange and her eyes were red and swollen.

Thinking something had happened, he went upstairs and knocked on her door under the pretext of inviting Shang Wanwan to dinner.

"Madam, it's time for dinner. Do you want to go downstairs to eat or should I bring it up for you?"

After a few minutes, Zhang's mother heard someone say "No need".

Shang Wanwan didn't eat a single grain of rice that day.

Mrs. Zhang tried to open the door and found it was locked from the inside.

It was already late at night when Huo Dongming returned.

"Madam didn't come downstairs today?"

He saw the food still hot on the table.

Obviously he didn't move his chopsticks.

"My wife has been out for the whole day. When she came back she hadn't eaten and her eyes were swollen from crying."

Mother Zhang thought about it.

"Today my wife looked in the drawers of the closet and asked about the diary."

Huo Dongming felt relieved.

He went upstairs and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

"Shang Wanwan——"

Huo Dongming shouted a few times, but Shang Wanwan ignored him.

Finally he kicked the door open and found her sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

He kicked the door with a loud bang, but Shang Wanwan didn't even blink.

"Huo Dongming, did you do this to my brother?"

She raised her eyes, her eyes full of tears.

Huo Dongming was stunned.

He walked over to the bed and sat down.

"I only recently learned about Shangyecheng's affairs. I regret that I was unable to help."

He explained.

"Is it of no help or is it related to you?"

Shang Wanwan was not afraid of his impending anger, so he threw the contents of his diary in front of him.

"You typed out my diary. What's the use of that? Where is my diary?"