It’s better to go in and talk!
After they sat down in the living room, Wang Xiuqin once again looked at Song Huaimin eagerly, "Father-in-law, can you tell me now? What's going on? I can see that your expression doesn't look good!"
Song Huaimin sighed deeply, "I won't hide it from you. I came here because I do have something to tell you. It's about Jasmine."
"About Jasmine?" Wang Xiuqin blinked. "What happened to Jasmine?"
Didn’t you just have a miscarriage not long ago?
What happened again?
Could it be that she is pregnant again?
Isn’t this speed too fast?
Song Huaimin didn't dare to look Wang Xiuqin in the eye. He looked away and said softly, "Jasmine is dead."
"Jasmine is dead? So it's Jasmine who's dead. I thought it was something else..."
Wang Xiuqin suddenly stopped talking, her eyes widened with disbelief, and her voice instantly rose eight octaves, almost piercing the roof.
"What did you say? Jasmine is dead? How is that possible!"
Wang Xiuqin simply didn't want to believe it.
"Isn't it just a miscarriage? How could a healthy person die?"
It was just a miscarriage! How could she die?
Any woman will have a miscarriage, but I haven’t seen anyone die from it!
After she gave birth to Su Mujin, she even miscarried several children! But she was still alive and well, and even gave birth to Su Tianci!
How could Su Moli die?
Song Huaimin felt guilty when he heard Wang Xiuqin's voice suddenly rising, and he didn't dare to look into Wang Xiuqin's eyes.
"Liancheng said in his heart that it was because Jasmine had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily, and she refused to eat or drink, so—"
Before Song Huaimin could finish his words, Wang Xiuqin interrupted him.
"Where's the letter?"
Looking at Wang Xiuqin's almost cannibalistic eyes, Song Huaimin didn't dare to say anything for a while, let alone any delay, and immediately took out the letter paper.
Wang Xiuqin can read, but her literacy level is not very high.
She snatched the letter and read the contents carefully.
The more she looked, the more frightened Wang Xiuqin became.
Before, she didn't believe what Song Huaimin said, and didn't believe that Su Moli was dead.
But now that she had seen the letter, she had no choice but to believe it.
"Jasmine! My Jasmine!"
Wang Xiuqin held the letter to her chest and cried inconsolably.
If he hadn't been sitting on the sofa, he would have fallen to the ground.
Looking at Wang Xiuqin like this, Song Huaimin didn't know what to do and could only try to comfort her.
"My dear, I know you are sad, but don't be too sad——"
"How could I not be sad!" Wang Xiuqin interrupted Song Huaimin immediately, looking at him with eyes that seemed to want to eat him, "That was my daughter whom I raised with great difficulty. She was married to your family for less than a month and she died just like that. How could I not be sad?
We went to the countryside together, so why is Song Liancheng fine while my daughter is dead? If it were Song Liancheng who died today, I would advise you not to be sad, but can you really not be sad?
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