He Jiayin couldn't stand it any longer. She felt cold all over and had a headache that was about to split. The hand holding the newspaper kept shaking and her ears were buzzing. She couldn't hear or read anything.

Less than.

She didn't know how long it took before He Jiayin felt someone pushing and pulling her, and she heard someone calling her again.

"Miss He, Miss He!"

He Jiayin turned around and saw the frightened servant in front of him.

Seeing that He Jiayin finally reacted, the servant patted her chest: "Great, Miss He, you finally reacted!" Just now, He Jiayin suddenly seemed to have lost her soul. She didn't respond no matter how she screamed. She was so frightened.

Got her.

"Oh." He Jiayin slowly turned around and left the kitchen.

"Miss He, your water..."

She walked in despair, unable to hear the servant's shouts from behind.

Mu Zechuan and Tang Qiaoen are together, and Mu Zechuan is going to marry Tang Qiaoen!

He married her just for revenge. He and Tang Qiaoen were true love.

It turns out that's really the case.

Although she had known about it for a long time, she still felt heartbroken when she saw such news in the newspaper again.

It's not hate, it's heartache.

Why? Why does it hurt?

Mu Zechuan has nothing to do with you anymore, why do you still care who he is with?

However, there was no way to stop the heartache. She knew that she still loved him.

Even though she had locked that emotion in the deepest corner of her heart, it was something she had to admit.

She has not forgotten Mu Zechuan, she still loves him.

Even if he ruins her family and kills her children, even if he wants to marry someone else...

Why is she so mean?

She huddled under the quilt in the bedroom and cried sadly.

Since her child's death, she thought she had dried up her tears and would never cry again, but now she still couldn't help but shed tears.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard a buzzing vibration.

She reached to the pillow and touched her cell phone.

This mobile phone was given to her by An Jincheng. When he went to the company, he would call this mobile phone because he was worried about her.

She thought it was An Jincheng's call and she didn't want to answer it. In this state, if An Jincheng heard the call after answering the call, he would be even more worried.

Just as he was about to hang up, he realized that it wasn't An Jincheng's phone number, but an unfamiliar number.

Who is it? Only An Jincheng knows this phone number, and no one else should know it.

She didn't know whether to accept it or not.

But the other party refused to hang up.

He Jiayin finally answered the phone.

"He Jiayin." A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

He Jiayin listened to it for more than 20 years and immediately recognized it, it was Tang Qiaoen.

She didn't speak. Why did Tang Qiaoen call? Why did she know about this call?

"He Jiayin, do you recognize who I am?" There was a hint of pride in Tang Qiaoen's voice. Was she calling to show off to her about being with Mu Zechuan?

He Jiayin didn't want to say anything to her, and just when he was about to hang up the phone, Tang Qiaoen spoke again.

"I didn't call you out of boredom. I have something very important to tell you."

Does she have something to tell her? He Jiayin is very suspicious. What does Tang Qiaoen want to say to her?

"I'm not interested in your affairs." He Jiayin said coldly.

"It's not my business, and I guarantee you will be interested." Tang Qiaoen said firmly, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"What happened?"

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone."

"Then forget it." He Jiayin didn't want to get involved with this woman, so she hung up the phone.

Just listen to Tang Qiaoen shouting at the other end: "He Jiayin, don't you want to know how your father died?"

"What did you say?" He Jiayin raised her voice and sat up.

"There is another secret behind your father's death. Do you want to know?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Forget it if you don't believe it. But you will definitely regret it!"

"Speak clearly!" He Jiayin couldn't help but start to believe Tang Qiaoen's tone when she heard it.

Because she didn't believe that her father's death was an accident.

"That's all I can say on the phone. If you want to know the truth, come out and meet!"

*

During meetings, An Jincheng always felt uneasy.

He didn't listen to a word of the department manager's report, and it wasn't until his assistant quietly reminded him that he came to his senses.

There was really no way to sit down in the conference room anymore. He stood up and walked out regardless of the ongoing meeting.

Everyone in the conference room stared dumbfoundedly at An Jincheng's leaving figure.

An Jincheng ignored it and took out his cell phone to dial He Jiayin's number.

On a call.

He Jiayin's mobile phone was bought for her, and it only had his number on it, but who was she calling now?

Mu Zechuan?

Is she going back to Mu Zechuan?

Feeling increasingly uneasy, he drove back to Anzhai.

The car drove into the yard, and before it stopped, he saw the servant walking nervously in the yard.

Before An Jincheng got out of the car, the servant ran over.

"Mr. An, Miss He, she's out!"

"Where have you gone?" An Jincheng's ominous premonition all morning finally became a reality.

"No, I don't know. She went out alone while I was cooking!"

"Nothing said?"

"I didn't say it." The servant lowered his head and thought deeply for a while, then remembered something: "Mr. An, Miss He saw the report, the report about Mu Zechuan..."

"What did you say?"

"I accidentally let her see it... Will she be confused..."

An Jincheng turned the steering wheel and drove out before she could finish speaking.

Good news, where have you been?

*

Mu Zechuan talked hard and finally persuaded Feng Rui to go home.

During the week he was hospitalized, Feng Rui came here to accompany him every day. She said she was taking care of him, but in fact she wanted to brainwash him and make him give up on He Jiayin.

That Tang Qiaoen also comes here every day, which is annoying!

Today, Tang Qiaoen did not come, and Mu Zechuan coaxed Feng Rui home, feeling a little better.

He picked up the phone and called Ado over.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"I can't drive like this. Please take me somewhere." Mu Zechuan covered his ribs with one hand and held the bedside with the other to get off.

"Master, you should rest in peace and recuperate..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mu Zechuan put his arm around Aduo's neck and ordered him to help him downstairs and then sit in the car.

"Drive to Anzhai." He couldn't wait for his injury to heal. He wanted to see He Jiayin and take her home.

He wanted to take advantage of his serious injury to play tricks on her, asking her to pity him and then come back to him.

Although this method is childish and shameful, he may try any method to get her back.

A Duo drove the car happily. He had long hoped that the young master and the young mistress would reconcile.

It would be great for the young master to take the initiative to pick up the young mistress and take her home.

At this time, a taxi came from the opposite direction.

When the two cars passed each other, Ado's eyes glanced at the passengers in the back seat of the taxi.

"Huh?" He exclaimed in surprise.
Chapter completed!