Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

She had no sympathy for him, and no mercy at all.

However, when she really saw Huang Qichao die in front of her with her own eyes, she still couldn't tell the complexity.

Chen Jun stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pull the person back into his arms, and raised his hand to cross her cheek.

Looking at her, he said solemnly, "I have something to do. I have to go back to the city hall first. I will let Lang Feng take you home first, take a good rest, don't think about it, everything is mine."

Huang Ying nodded silently.

Chen Jun hugged her tightly, pulled the people outside, put her in the car, and drove to the prison where Huang Qichao was previously held with a calm face.

Lang Feng sent Huang Ying back to the villa.

Huang Ying said thank you in a low voice, stretched out his hand and got out of the car.

"Miss Huang, wait a minute."

Lang Feng stopped her from behind, turned around and took out a box from the trunk at the back of the car, and stepped forward and handed it to her.

"This is what your mother left for you when I went to Huang's house to find something."

Huang Ying trembled slightly and took it, "Thank you, Brother Langfeng."

Looking at her sad look, Lang Feng raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, "Go back and rest."

Huang Ying nodded, and mechanically lifted his leg back to the bedroom upstairs.

The boxes on the floor and the clothes on the bed have been cleaned up, probably because Chen Jun asked for the housekeeper before.

Shaking hands opened the small box in his hand.

In the mahogany box lay a pair of earrings, a ring and a thin necklace.

These jewelry were bought when Long Xinyi and Huang Qichao were married 20 years ago. At that time, Huang Qichao was still a poor boy and had no money to buy them.

It was Long Xinyi who took her private money to him and bought the wedding ring for the two of them.

Once she had always envied the feelings between her parents, without those secular views on money, the two of them shared joys and sorrows.

But now I think about it, how ironic all this is.

She once envied that everything about happiness was just a scam from beginning to end.

Under the jewelry was a small red book. Huang Ying stretched out his hand and opened it and looked at it. It was a bank passbook.

A small note fell out of the passbook.

There is only a simple sentence above, Yingying, mother will leave these to you and live a good life.

Looking at those simple words, Huang Ying's face was bursting with tears.

She had no way of knowing under what circumstances Long Xinyi left these things, and what kind of mood she left this note with.

Perhaps at that time, she had already discovered Huang Qichao's clues.

I was afraid that something would happen to her, and Huang Qichao would abuse her in the future, so I made plans for her in advance.

Leave these things so that she can live a good life.

Feeling the thick maternal love between the lines, Huang Ying only hates why she didn't ask more when her mother and Huang Qichao had a quarrel.

I only hate why I didn't find out what was wrong earlier, and didn't find a way to rescue her earlier.

Holding the small box in his hands, crying like a child.

Tears blurred the sight in front of me.

She seemed to have returned to that rainy night. She was wounded, holding her mother's ashes, and was driven out of the house by Huang Qichao and Zhao Fei.

Sit down on the rainy street.

Except for herself, there is no one in this world who loves her and cares about her like that without any regrets.

The person who loved her most in the world has gone.

She has nothing left!