Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

Yu Wei thought about the gift that had not been returned, so she did not refuse.

The two of them found a seat at a nearby cafe.

Meng Hechuan looked at her pale cheeks, his dark eyes filled with distress, "Weiwei, on the morning of our wedding, Jian Xi committed suicide by taking poison and was sent to rescue. Her agent tried to contact me, but was blocked by my mother. ”

"Later, the doctor said that her condition was very bad and that she might want to see me at any time."

Yu Wei looked into his eyes and said in a calm voice, "So, is she dead?"

Meng Hechuan looked at her in surprise, "Weiwei..."

"Probably not." Yu Wei looked coldly, "otherwise, how could you be in the mood to come to me."

"Weiwei, I didn't know until we were at the ski resort that Jian Xi was once pregnant with my child, but was later threatened by my father and aborted." Meng Hechuan's face turned pale, "I feel sorry for her, and I can't possibly treat her like a child." Be indifferent to life and death."

It turns out that he drank so much and felt so lonely because he knew about this.

Yu Wei gave a pale smile and said, "Meng Hechuan, which one is deeper, your guilt for her or your guilt for me? Your guilt for me makes you willing to marry me, but your guilt for her makes you feel ashamed. Come on, it seems that I can never compare to her in your heart."

"Weiwei, I married you because I like you, not because I feel guilty."

Yu Wei looked at him. She hadn't seen him for just a few days. He was much haggard and no longer the high-spirited person in his memory.

Yu Wei felt a little distressed.

There was not only an illusory love between them, but also a friendship that they had grown up with together. Even when he left without saying goodbye, she had silently prayed in her heart that everything would go well for him.

"Meng Hechuan, if you feel sorry for me, take back all the betrothal gifts." Yu Wei controlled the warmth in her eyes, "If we meet again in the future, we will act like we don't know each other."

Yu Wei stood up, and Meng Hechuan held her wrist and lowered his voice, "Weiwei, can you wait for me for a while?"

"I don't want to waste time on meaningless things."

His hand lost strength little by little and finally dropped.

Yu Wei closed her eyes and tears fell. She wiped them away gently. Han Chunyan's call happened to be called. Yu Wei answered the call and left without looking back.

As soon as the two people met, Han Chunyan said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you leave? Do you think you are embarrassed by me?"

Yu Wei asked expressionlessly: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Han Chunyan snorted, "Do the Meng family have the nerve to ask for it? This is what Meng Hechuan owes you!"

"He doesn't owe me anything."

Years ago, Han Chunyan and Yu Haisheng made a special trip to Meng's house to return the betrothal gift. This time Meng Hechuan did not refuse.

On the early morning of New Year's Eve, Yu Wei went to the mountainside villa, and light snow fell in the sky.

When she walked into the living room, Yan Tingsong was putting up window grilles, and Song Qinghe was directing, "The left side is higher."

Yan Tingsong moved and finally put the window grilles in place, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Seeing Yu Wei, Song Qinghe's eyes brightened a little, "Dr. Yu, you came just in time. I have prepared a New Year's gift for you."

Yu Wei helped Song Qinghe go upstairs.

Song Qinghe looked at her obviously thinner face and felt a little distressed, "Dr. Yu, no matter how bad things are, they will pass. You have to believe that tomorrow will be better."

Will tomorrow really be better?

Probably so. Before he left, didn't she start a new life?

It just takes time.

Song Qinghe gave her a red woolen scarf.

"I think I have to wait several days to see you after the new year, so why not give it to you now. I knit it myself, and you and Xiaorui will each have one." Song Qinghe mentioned Li Rui, her eyes became much gentler, "Xiaorui should You’ll be there in a moment.”

After Yu Wei treated Song Qinghe, she happened to meet Li Rui when she was going downstairs, and Gao Li followed her.

Her hair was cut short and styled, and she wore branded clothes. She looked a lot thinner.

Seeing Yu Wei with exquisite makeup, Li Rui struggled to squeeze out a smile and said, "Dr. Yu, long time no see."

Yu Wei was a little surprised. This was the first time she saw Li Rui being so polite to her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yu Wei walked downstairs, and Li Rui couldn't help but say, "Actually, I don't like you either."

Yu Wei paused, and Li Rui had already gone upstairs.

Back at Yu's house, Han Chunyan was making dumplings in the kitchen. Yu Wei went in to help her. All the servants at home were on vacation.

Yu Haisheng and Yu Mo were posting Spring Festival couplets, and they were busy going in and out, giving them a New Year atmosphere.

The doorbell rang, Yu Mo went to open the door, and soon brought Meng Zhiyao in.

When Meng Zhiyao saw Yu Wei, she hugged her arm as if she was afraid that she would run away, and said aggrievedly: "Weiwei, are you going to break up with me because of my cousin?"

Yu Mo complained at the side, "Damn, Meng Zhiyao told you not to mention that scumbag when you come in!"

Meng Zhiyao glared at him.

Han Chunyan came out of the kitchen and when she saw Meng Zhiyao, she also glared at Yu Mo, turned around and entered the kitchen again.

Yu Wei brought the person into the living room, "I didn't say we were done with you."

Meng Zhiyao held her arm and shook it, "Weiwei, my cousin was in a car accident and was hospitalized..."

Yu Wei was stunned for a moment.

"He has been working day and night these past few days, working overtime until very late every day. As a result, when he got off work yesterday, he hit the guardrail and the bumper of the car was knocked off!"

Yu Mo came over and directly lifted Meng Zhiyao up from the sofa, "Whether Meng Hechuan lives or dies has nothing to do with us! Meng Zhiyao, I shouldn't let you, a liar, in!"

"Yu Mo!" Meng Zhiyao frowned, "You're hurting me!"

Yu Mo immediately let go, and Meng Zhiyao hurriedly hid next to Yu Wei, "Weiwei, look at him!"

Yu Wei seemed to have just come back to her senses, "Are others okay?"

Yu Mo glanced at her with hatred, "If something happens to someone else, does Meng Zhiyao still have time to come to your place and do misfortune?"

Meng Zhiyao said confidently: "Why is it okay? My head is smashed, my arm is broken, and my leg needs steel nails. Now I only have a mouth that is good enough to breathe!"

Yu Mo grabbed her again. Meng Zhiyao waved his hands. Yu Mo took advantage of his height and held her head down. She couldn't reach it at all. She was so angry that she stretched out her foot and kicked his lower body.

Yu Mo dodged back, still frightened, "Meng Zhiyao, are you a fucking woman?"

"If you are a man, don't hide!"

Yu Mo directly picked her up and threw her out of the Yu family.

For the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, Han Chunyan cooked a lot of specialty dishes, which were quite sumptuous. She kept adding vegetables to Yu Wei's bowl, "Speaking of which, you haven't celebrated the New Year at home for several years."

Yu Wei has not had much appetite these days, and it is difficult to eat more.

After dinner, Han Chunyan and Yu Haisheng were watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. Yu Mo had been called away by his friends, and Yu Wei went out on the pretext of taking a walk to eat.

After walking around the Yu family villa for a while, Yu Wei finally drove her car and arrived downstairs at the inpatient department of the hospital.

Yu Wei sat in the car and told herself that she only had to take a look to make sure he was okay.

Just when she opened the door, her cell phone rang, and she saw the caller ID, which was the villa's landline number.

Yu Wei hesitated and answered, "Yan Wenzhou..."

A man's heavy breathing could be heard from the other side, but he couldn't hear his words for a long time.