Chapter 282 Everyone's Redemption

After Ye Xianghong returned home, she went to wash and change her bloodstained clothes.

"Where's Ah Feng?"

Ye Mei realized that someone was missing.

Ye Qingyue said, "Before we left with mother, he went to the police. He should be helping to deal with the follow-up matters. There are bodyguards sent by grandpa there, so there should be no problem." When

the police station was mentioned, Ye Mei fell silent.

Ye Qingyue knew that Ye Yong's matter had a great impact on the family, so he patted Ye Mei on the back and said, "It's getting late, you go to rest, I will take mother back to grandma's house later."

Grandpa and grandma are still waiting for news.

"Yeah."

Ye Mei also wanted to be alone, so she nodded and left.

After Ye Xianghong changed her clothes and came out, Ye Qingyue went back to the Jiang family with her.

Jiang Ting and his wife were also there. When they and the two elders heard the news of Ye Yong's death, they felt complicated for a while.

Li Qi was worried that his daughter would be sad, so he wanted to let Ye Xianghong sleep at home for one night.

Perhaps she was really tired, so Ye Xianghong nodded and went to rest with Li Qi.

"Your father... Qin Yong's body, are you really not going to bury him?"

After everyone left, Jiang Ting looked at Ye Qingyue and sighed softly: "I'm afraid your mother will regret it in the future."

Matters of love are the most complicated, especially for young couples like Ye Xianghong and Ye Yong. From youthful enthusiasm to mature tiredness, the two have almost engraved their own shadows into each other's lives.

Ye Xianghong can now firmly say that Ye Yong is Ye Yong and Qin Yong is Qin Yong. Who knows what she will think in the future?

Just like she couldn't help hugging "Qin Yong" at the end.

Ye Qingyue was silent for a while before she said, "For the time being, let's just build a tomb for Ye Yong as mother said. As for his body... let's build another tomb in Qin Yong's name."

If her mother really regretted it later, she could go to Qin Yong's grave.

However, Ye Qingyue didn't think her mother would regret it.

It was because she truly loved Ye Yong that her mother would distinguish Ye Yong from Qin Yong.

"You've been tired today, why don't you just rest at home?"

Zhang Shurong saw that Ye Qingyue looked tired, and said, "Don't run back and forth. Although we're not far apart, it's still tiring."

"No, A Feng hasn't come home yet, I have to wait for him."

Ye Qingyue rejected her aunt's kindness, and said, "I'll come early tomorrow to pick up my mother, and I'll go back today."

After leaving Jiang's house, Ye Qingyue let the bodyguards sent by her grandfather follow her not too close, and she walked alone on the quiet street, feeling calm. After

getting rid of Ye Yong, Ye Qingyue no longer worried about who was secretly watching her mother, and the feeling of being watched by someone behind her finally disappeared.

But too many things happened today, and compared to the pleasure of revenge, Ye Qingyue felt a little tired.

She couldn't help but think of Huo Qingchi.

Before leaving the capital, Huo Qingchi's family also had an accident. I wonder how he is doing now and whether he is tired.

When Ye Qingyue arrived at the door of her house, she suddenly realized that she had been thinking about that man all the way.

When you like someone, it seems that you will often think of him/her unconsciously and worry about how he/she is doing.

"Sister!"

Ye Qingyue was distracted when she heard Ye Feng's voice. She looked up and saw Ye Feng jogging towards her.

"Why are you outside the door?" Ye Feng walked slowly when he came closer.

Ye Qingyue said, "I just sent my mother to my grandmother's house to report safety. I thought you hadn't returned yet, so I planned to go home and wait for you."

Unexpectedly, she met him/her at the door by chance.

"I'm at the police station, cooperating with the public security office. The director said that they'll contact the crematorium to cremate Qin Yong's body. I'll go get the ashes in a few days."

Ye Feng thanked the bodyguards following behind him, then opened the door and walked into the house. "Sister, have you discussed how to deal with Qin Yong's body?"

Ye Qingyue said, "We plan to build a separate grave for Qin Yong, and Ye Yong's grave will be a cenotaph as planned before."

Ye Feng was stunned. This answer was not surprising.

He was silent for two seconds and said, "Mom...what did you say?"

When his mother left so straightforwardly, and his eldest and second sisters followed, Ye Feng guessed that the three of them would definitely talk about Ye Yong.

Ye Qingyue simply told Ye Feng what Ye Xianghong said.

"I... can't imagine it."

Although Ye Feng was precocious, he was still young and could not understand the trivialities of life and between men and women.

"Sister, can people really change that much?"

Ye Feng said, and then felt something was wrong. He changed his words and said, "Can human nature really not be changed?"

"Whether it can be changed or not, everyone has a different answer."

Ye Qingyue could not give a definite answer. She patted Ye Feng's head and said, "I can only say that if you or anyone else in the family gets lost and goes astray, I will definitely try my best to pull you back on track."

Ye Feng did not answer, but just followed Ye Qingyue silently.

"You are really slow."

At this moment, Ye Mei's impatient voice sounded in front.

"Big sister?"

Ye Qingyue was surprised, "Didn't I tell you to go and rest first?"

Looking up, she saw that the light in the kitchen was on.

Ye Mei was wearing a bright red jacket, with her medium-length hair tied up casually and draped over her shoulders. She put her hands in her pockets, leaning against the door frame and looking at her younger sister and brother.

"How can I rest when both of you are outside?"

Ye Mei rolled her eyes, "Come in quickly, the food is getting cold, and you haven't eaten anything after a busy day. You will definitely wake up hungry if you sleep like this. Eat first and then go back to sleep."

"Come right in."

Ye Qingyue and Ye Feng also felt hungry after hearing this, and followed immediately.

Sitting at the small table with her big sister and little brother, Ye Qingyue's resentment was somewhat dispelled.

She picked up the bowl and smiled.

No matter how big a problem is, people still need to eat.

…

Early the next morning, Ye Qingyue’s two siblings went to Jiang’s house to pick up Ye Xianghong.

Li Qi followed along, carrying a small bag in his hand, probably because he wanted to stay a few more days.

Upon seeing this, Grandpa Jiang quickly called his grandson to help him pack his clothes, and followed him to Ye’s house.

Anyway, the old people’s room over there was ready, so he didn’t worry about having no place to sleep.

With the old people at home, Ye Qingyue’s house seemed to be more lively, dispelling the vague sense of heaviness that permeated the air.

For several days, Ye Qingyue’s three children hardly went out, and stayed at home to accompany their mother, as well as their grandparents.

Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had nothing to do but eat melon seeds and play mahjong.

Ye Qingyue occasionally went out to the hospital to check on Hong Xin. Hong Xin's injuries were gradually recovering, and there was no need to worry about the problem of worsening.

Ye Xianghong wanted to go with her, but was stopped by Ye Qingyue.

She explained: "Mom, Hong Xin probably doesn't know how to face you now."

"If she hadn't rushed over to block the knife, I don't know what would have happened next..."

Ye Xianghong asked Ye Qingyue to convey her gratitude to Hong Xin.

Ye Qingyue went to the hospital and told the truth.

Hong Xin felt ashamed after hearing this. "I was the one who brought Ye Yong here. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have suffered. That knife was my apology. How can I have the nerve to hear her say thank you..."

Ye Qingyue didn't say anything. Before leaving the ward, she just said, "Your condition has stabilized. I won't come again."

She took care of Hong Xin for her mother.

Now that Hong Xin was safe, she didn't need to do anything unnecessary.

"I understand." Hong Xin nodded.

"In addition..."

Ye Qingyue stood at the door, paused, and tilted her head slightly and said: "Ye Yong's knife killed Hong Xin who was once confused. When you leave the hospital in a while, just start all over again. Although mental illness is difficult to cure, it is not a terminal illness. You have a pair of parents who have given you all their love and are willing to accompany you to stand up slowly. Cherish them."

After speaking, she walked out of the ward and closed the door with her backhand.

In the ward, Hong Xin stared blankly at the direction where Ye Qingyue left, raised her hands to cover her face, and her shoulders shook slightly.

A faint and undetectable sound rang from under her palm.

"Thank you... Thank you..."