When Kang Hua heard An Jinsong's words, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Have you kept it? My wife told me before she died that your mother saw that you had lost your appetite and kept painting during that period. You either burned or tore up the finished paintings, and even put away the one you were most satisfied with halfway through. Seeing you like this, she couldn't bear it, so she secretly took the painting and gave it to her. Chun'er was not happy with it, so your mother told her that it was the last bit of friendship, and asked her to keep it well and treat it as a memory." Kang Hua's tone was cold, and it was unknown what he was suppressing in his heart.
An Jinsong was stunned: "My mother? Impossible, my mother doesn't like Chun'er, how could she do such a thing... You saw my mother died, and you deliberately threw dirty water on her!"
"That bitch is worthy!" Kang Hua spat coldly, "Your mother is so vicious. She can't bear to see you sad, and she doesn't want Chun'er to have a good life!"
"Chun'er was silly. My heart was full of you at that time, so I put the painting away. But what about your mother? Not long after, she ran to my house and talked to me for a long time..."
"No!" An Jinsong shook his head.
"Your mother asked me to control Chun'er, saying that she was a vixen who only knew how to seduce men, and that she made you not even want to study. She also said that Chun'er only had you in her heart. I didn't believe it, so she asked me to check the dowry. I really found this painting, and naturally I knew that Chun'er really had feelings for you. At that time, I blamed Chun'er, but I also felt sorry for her! When she was about to die, I asked her where this painting came from. It turned out that it was not you, but your mother!" Kang Hua said, with anger in his eyes.
The woman he liked finally agreed to marry him, and he happily took her home. However, before he could even warm up the quilt, the old woman from the An family poured cold water on him.
He originally invited her to visit because she was An Jinsong's biological mother, but what was the result?
The old woman was shouting throughout the yard, saying that his wife had brought shame upon him.
He had no choice but to suppress the matter.
He was also afraid. Just as An Jinsong's mother said, the two of them had an unclear relationship and neither of them dared to let Chun'er return to her parents' home, so they could only keep her at home.
He even...
Kang Hua clenched his fists: "Your mother is dead, and I don't blame you for this anymore. But you came to my house!"
"Why would my mother do this? Why? I don't believe it, you are just talking nonsense!" An Jinsong kept shaking his head.
Chun'er is already married, how could her mother not let her go?
And you even came to Chun'er's husband's house to spread rumors?
"If you don't believe me, just find a maid to ask and you'll know. Many people heard what your mother said, and there are plenty of witnesses." Kang Hua said casually, and then really asked the housekeeper to call people over.
Soon, several servants carefully recalled the past, and after a while they recounted the situation clearly, exactly as Kang Hua said.
This also proves that An's mother has bad intentions.
Maybe he couldn't bear to see An Jinsong so sad, but Mao Chun married into a wealthy family, so he felt unwilling to accept it?
An Jinsong was completely dejected.
"I didn't want to... She's already married, and I never thought about having anything to do with her. I didn't know my mother would do this..." An Jinsong was mentally overwhelmed. Who could he blame now?
His mother is dead.
"Now that we have figured out the origin of the painting, we should also talk about the cause of Mao Chun's death." At this time, Xiao Cunyu said with a ruthless look on his face.
She seemed not to notice An Jinsong's weakness and paleness, nor Kang Hua's anger.
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