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Chapter 297 Love is a Secret ([-])
Dang Min's death caused quite a stir in the city's political circles, because she was Jing Daoheng's daughter-in-law, and her natal family also had a prominent background in the capital.

But in the face of the endless stream of greetings and concerns, the Jing family had already arranged a special plane to send Dang Min to the funeral parlor in Babaoshan for cremation. , and Dang Min's last help on his deathbed, and Jing Rong's request, she still followed, and of course, Qiao Jinfan also followed.

At the funeral home and the memorial service, Wan Qing, as a family member, greeted the guests who came to pay their respects. Wave after wave, they bowed and saluted. Cloth, holding chrysanthemums in his hands, solemnly and solemnly.

Wan Qing saw Jing Ai's serious salute, and saw Jing Daoheng and Jing Rong's serious salutes, so she and Qiao Jinfan bowed and saluted seriously.

When the last group of people stood up, Wan Qing's face changed slightly. Although these people were also wearing clean and solemn black clothes, they even took away the ostentatious items such as earrings and necklaces that they usually wear. Come down, but it is still so abrupt that people feel that the atmosphere is not right.

Inside, the person standing in the middle was Nie Xiaoyan. With a solemn face, he bowed three times earnestly and admiringly. The young people who came with him also bowed earnestly. In my mind, I have an unusual status.

Naturally, the friendship between these young people and Jing Ai is also self-evident. They came over one by one, hugged Jing Ai, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her. Come and rejoice.

This kind of friendship is worthy of envy. If Wan Qing hadn't discovered the secret of her life experience when she was 12 years old, she might have met many friends in the compound like Jing Ai, and became a real, most mainstream high-ranking official's son. .

"This is your half-sister?"

The young woman's voice was obviously provocative. She had an oval face and a hot figure. Although she was in the mourning hall and dressed in black, she still couldn't conceal her charm, and she was arrogant and wanton.

Wan Qing and Jing Ai looked at each other, Jing Ai's face seemed to be blank for a while, since Dang Min died of illness, they basically had no communication, when looking at Wan Qing at this moment, Jing Ai's eyes flickered again and again, there was no Say more.

Then she didn't say much, and naturally gave people the default answer.

"Auntie Dang is an upright person. She is our good teacher and friend. We all love her. Uncle Jing, can you tell us what's going on? Did Auntie leave because of your anger?"

That young woman was able to be so eloquent, yet unceremoniously criticize the cold and frightening Jing Rong, Wan Qing couldn't help admiring the lifelikeness of her acting, and couldn't help but take another look at Jing Rong.

Jing Rong has always been reticent, but now when he looked at the girl in front of him, his thick black eyebrows could not help but frown, and his stern face looked even more ruthless.

"Auntie Dang loves you so much, she was hurt because of you, and now she has to pay for your wild child outside, even the property under her name is shared with Jingjing, such a good woman, don't you love her?"

What a vicious rhetoric, while scolding Wan Qing for being a wild child, he brought to the table what Dang Min had done for Jing Rong, and at the same time raised a sharp question.

When Wan Qing heard that Dang Min had divided the property into her own name, she finally understood why Jing Ai's face flickered just now, and why she was silent without saying much, and also understood why these young men and women could not look down on her.

Will Dang Min have to compare with Yang Xiaoan until death?And is Jing Rong worth it for her to continue doing this?
When Wan Qing looked at Jing Rong, Jing Ai also looked over, similarly, they didn't want to get a disappointing answer.

Jing Rong may not be the most majestic soldier, but his courage is better than the pressure brought by the altitude.

Wan Qing almost shed tears when she felt a big rough hand grasping her little hand, which showed that her mother Yang Xiaoan's sacrifice was worth it.

Jing Ai's face changed color as expected, but Jing Rong grabbed her hand the next moment.

Wan Qing's heart is not particularly disappointed, let alone angry because of it, which shows that Jingrong is a man, in fact, he has not let down Yang Xiaoan from the beginning to the end, so for Dang Min who has paid so much for him, Wan Qing is even more worried. Curious how he answers this question.

"Wanqing is my daughter who has been separated for more than 20 years. She is not a wild child, nor is she an illegitimate daughter. The daughter recognized by your party aunt, don't you agree?"

Wan Qing didn't expect Jing Rong to be able to speak so sharply, and sure enough, these words earned Nie Xiaoyan's dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Jing, what about Jingjing?"

Jing Rong looked at Nie Xiaoyan with eyes like a torch and said:

"I've been married twice in my life. It's not a shame. Wan Qing and Xiao Ai are both my daughters. There is no difference between them!"

If time hadn't turned wrong, if she hadn't given up and hadn't misunderstood, then mother Yang Xiaoan might have gotten all of Jingrong's love, but she gave up.

And the shortcomings that Dang Min spent his whole life trying to make up for, in the eyes of a husband, is it worthy of forgiveness?
Is it difficult to fall in love with someone after decades of getting along?
"Then what Uncle Jing means, do you love your ex-wife more, or love Aunt Dang more?"

Nie Xiaoyan didn't miss every change in Jingrong's expression, that kind of arrogance, he didn't care if the person opposite was an elder or not, but at this moment he was serious like a trial.

"Young people, love is not something you just put on your lips. Ask me after you have experienced it yourself!"

Jing Rong grasped Wan Qing's hand tightly, but looked at Jing Ai and said:
"Xiao Ai, love is not a multiple-choice question. When you miss it, keep it in your heart instead of squandering it!"

Jing Ai's face trembled. He probably never saw Jing Rong's serious eyes and tone. On his dark face, his expression was still cold, and he was as silent as iron again. A kind of secret, only those who have experienced it will know the bitterness and sweetness of it.

(End of this chapter)