After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Su Jingnian sent Meng Jingyi and Nan Chu to the hospital to identify the bodies.

Meng Jingyi looked at the body covered with white cloth, not daring to express her anger. When she went to lift the white cloth, her fingers trembled and she pulled it back.

Nan Chu opened it with a stupefied expression.

Nan Jian'an was struck by lightning and was scorched on the outside and scorched on the inside. His whole body turned black and his face was hideous.

Meng Jingyi was stunned for a moment, swallowing her throat, but did not cry. She just grabbed Nan Chu's hand, looked at the body with wide eyes, and asked an irrelevant question: "Jiao, Jiaojiao, he is dead, he owes you The debt...can we not have to pay it back?"

Nan Chu frowned and looked at Meng Jingyi suspiciously.

There was no trace of sadness on her face, and she was completely different from the usual Meng Jingyi who was so cowardly that she didn't dare to divorce.

For a moment, Nan Chu could hardly tell whether it was the former Meng Jingyi who was putting on a show or the current Meng Jingyi who was trying to hide her sadness.

Extremely strange.

Nan Chu glanced at the body coldly and covered it with the white cloth again, "He died neatly, but the loan sharks in Aocheng will find us."

Meng Jingyi held her hand tightly and said, "What should we do? Jiaojiao, let's cremate your father quickly and escape overnight."

"Wherever we go, we can escape for a while, but we cannot hide for a lifetime. We need to survive and work. As long as we have a job, it will be easy for those people to find us."

After saying that, Nan Chu glanced at Su Jingnian standing aside from the corner of his eye, but did not tell Meng Jingyi the whole plan.

Meng Jingyi had the problem of livelihood on her head, but there was not a single tear in her eyes.

Nanchu said: "If you stay in the morgue for one more day, it will cost you one more day, and you will be cremated overnight. Mom, what do you think..."

She hasn't finished asking yet.

Meng Jingyi nodded decisively: "Okay! Let's go and cremate it now! But something happened suddenly. We didn't buy a cemetery. Do we have to take his urn to our rental house? I'm afraid the landlord knows..."

Su Jingnian said: "I can contact someone to buy the cemetery now."

Nan Chu thought for a moment and looked at Meng Jingyi, "Cemeteries are too expensive. Cemeteries in more remote areas of the imperial capital cost tens of thousands."

Su Jingnian was about to say that he would pay for the money.

But Meng Jingyi spoke quickly: "Then don't buy it, just scatter the ashes into the river. All cemeteries are for living people to see. Your dad has lived a happy life, and the family has incurred a lot of debt. He is at this juncture. No one is better off than him."

Nan Chu looked at Meng Jingyi blankly.

She originally thought that if Nan Jian'an died, Meng Jingyi would collapse and cry.

But right now, Meng Jingyi seemed to be getting rid of a rotten hot potato and couldn't wait to cut off all ties with Nan Jianan.

It seems like waiting even a moment longer is painful.

Su Jingnian contacted a hearse for them.

The hearse drove some distance.

Su Jingnian's car followed silently.

In the hearse.

Nanchu confessed to Meng Jingyi: "Mom, now that dad is dead, I have nothing to hide from you. Grandpa Lu will settle the foreign debts our family owes and the debts we owe to the Lu family."

Meng Jingyi looked at her hesitantly, "Lu Guoshen...is he so easy to talk to? Or did you promise him something?"

"Mom, I want to divorce Lu Zhilu. This is what Grandpa Lu wants."

Meng Jingyi was not surprised, "I know that the Lu family has always looked down on our family, but the divorce...is it Lu Zhilu who wants the divorce?"

Nan Chu responded: "Well, he has already signed the divorce agreement, and someone should send it to me soon. Mom, my father is dead, and we will be left with mother and daughter to depend on each other. I dare not say how long our lives will be in the future. Moisturizing, but you don’t have to go begging on the roadside. Living is actually very easy. A bowl, a pair of chopsticks and a few dishes are enough. I can feed you, and I am willing to feed you, but you have to listen to me.”

Meng Jingyi, who had not cried all the way, suddenly choked up while holding her hand.

She nodded desperately: "Jiaojiao, I know that you hate your father and you hate me. It's all my fault. If I had the ability, I would have divorced your father and taken you away from this home. But your father used to, After all, he has some bad money, and we have lived a good life for many years. Do you think I want to listen to him? The financial power of the family is in his hands, and it is useless if I don't listen to him. When I went bankrupt, I really hoped that he would die quickly, but I was also afraid of his death. I was afraid that if he died, all the debt would fall on our two mothers..."

Meng Jingyi raised her hand to wipe away her tears and said bitterly:

"This old guy is finally dead. You don't know. I used to look forward to his death. I hoped that he would die suddenly outside and leave all the family property to us. Who knows if he is dead now? There will be nothing left. , and left such a huge mess!”

Nan Chu looked at her with extremely complicated emotions.

For a moment, there was a mixture of sadness and joy.

It was as if it was the first day she met Meng Jingyi. The mother in front of her looked so strange.

She thought that Meng Jingyi fell in love with Nan Jian'an, so she was willing to stay in this marriage, but she was wrong, very wrong.

Perhaps when Nan Jian'an was sleeping, Meng Jingyi had countless impulses and wanted to strangle him to death.

Meng Jingyi wiped away her tears and reminded Nan Chu: "Oh, by the way, after the cremation, you will choose the urn. Remember to choose the cheapest one. Before your grandpa passed away, the staff deliberately sold the most expensive one to your father for a dime. He didn’t even leave us any money. When he was rich, he spent time drinking and playing with women. He deserved the way we treated him. "

When a woman is truly cruel, she is cruel without even realizing it.

Nan Jian'an died, and Meng Jingyi suddenly changed her appearance, as if she was a different person.

She seemed to be tired of pretending to be a good wife and mother for decades. The only audience who appreciated her performance finally died. She was so happy that she even wanted to clap her hands.

On the way to the crematorium, Meng Jingyi could only think carefully about her future life.

It seemed that she was not the one who lost her husband at all.

Three hours later.

Nanchu came out of the crematorium holding the urn and let the hearse drive to the river.

She and Meng Jingyi, with expressionless faces, scattered the ashes into the river.

Spread the last handful.

Meng Jingyi lowered her head and suddenly laughed.

Nanchu looked at her, "Mom, why are you laughing?"

Meng Jingyi also looked at her, "Aren't you laughing too?"

Finished settling Nan Jian'an's funeral affairs.

Meng Jingyi clapped her hands, looked at Su Jingnian who was standing not far away, and sighed: "It's been five years, and he still misses you. You're such an infatuated person."

Nan Chu pursed her lips: "Mom, I'm not divorced yet."

"Without your father's trouble, you can do whatever you want from now on."

Su Jingnian came over and said, "I'll take you back."

Nan Chu took Meng Jingyi's arm and refused: "Forget it, you can give us mother and daughter a ride today, but we still have to go home by ourselves tomorrow. It's not too late now, the buses and subways are not suspended, we will go back by ourselves That’s it.”

Su Jingnian didn't bother and just said: "Okay, please pay attention to safety on the road."

When leaving, Meng Jingyi happily turned to Su Jingnian and said, "Xiao Su, come to my house for dinner when you have time. Auntie will cook your favorite food for you."