Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

The funeral was over and people gradually dispersed. Mu Qingqian placed the marriage certificate on the tombstone, then slowly knelt down and laid her body on the tombstone, her heart close to Wuyang's portrait and her and Wuyang's marriage certificate.

With his face pressed against the stele, he felt a little cold, but he spoke to Wuyang in a warm and gentle voice: "Wuyang, do you feel it? We are married now. I will hug you like this every day, hug you well..."

She thought that two people in love should go on a honeymoon after getting married, but Wuyang couldn't go with her, so she could just hug him every day, which was also very sweet.

The space next to Wuyang's tombstone is empty. She has already reserved that she will be buried here when she dies, and be with Wuyang forever. Perhaps this is the only thought that keeps her alive.

Little Pudding was behind his mother, not too far away, with his head down, feeling sad.

He has deep and sincere feelings for Xiao Wuyang, and the two have been good friends since they first met.

He had hoped that his mother would be with Xiao Wuyang, who would be his stepfather and call him dad.

However, Xiao Wuyang died of illness. His mother was sad, and he was also very sad.

God is so cruel that two people who love each other cannot be together and are separated forever.

After a while, Little Pudding stepped forward and approached his mother, "Mom, let's go back. It's cold. Xiao Wuyang's spirit in heaven wouldn't want you to be like this."

Lu Mingyuan also came over, worried about her daughter's health and emotions.

Although my daughter was calm and did not cry or shed tears during the burial today, she actually doesn't know when she will get over her grief.

Mu Qingqian did not insist and went back with her mother and child, thinking of coming here every day, looking forward to the seventh day when he would come back safely to see her.

On the way back, the car drove slowly, no one spoke, and sadness filled the silence.

Little Pudding thought of his father. He saw his father at the funeral just now, and his father left after a while.

Dad must be very sad, because mom, he is also very sad.

As a child, it is natural to hope that mom and dad are sweet and loving, and that the whole family lives happily together.

But at such a young age, he had endured too many negative emotions from adults, but he had no way to express it.

Naturally, everyone cares about him and loves him, but it seems that no one can understand the dullness and depression in his heart. He can only bury it and digest it by himself, and he has gotten used to it.

He felt that he could balance the relationship between his parents and needed to do so.

Now that his father is facing sentencing, he is always worried. Which child would not worry that his father would go to jail, unless he is ignorant and naive?

He sat between his mother and grandmother. He turned around and saw his grandmother. He paid special attention to her expression, which was sad but also tempered with a kind of determination, which was her protection for his mother.

Grandma loved Mom so much that she felt she needed to do something.

At night, little pudding went to bed early with his mother.

The next day, after breakfast, the little boy went to talk to his grandmother alone.

He first asked: "Grandma, do you know that my father once hurt my mother?"

Lu Mingyuan frowned, but since he was still a child and her grandson, she tried to calm down and said softly, "I know."

"Dad is going to be sentenced to jail. When he's in jail, will grandma hire someone to beat him up? In prison, they'll stab him when there are many people around, or stab him when there's a fight. That's how it's played out on TV."

Lu Mingyuan was quite surprised when she heard this, and couldn't help thinking that children are the victims of the unhappiness or even resentment and hatred between adults.

Little Pudding is so sensible. He is obviously still very young, less than ten years old, but he has to think about his mom and dad, which is not what he should do at his age.

"That depends on your mother's opinion." As she said this, she couldn't help but hug her little grandson with heartache.

She loves her grandson, but she loves her daughter more because her daughter has suffered too much.

"Yeah." Little Pudding responded and said nothing else, appearing to be very sensible.

He knew that his father had hurt his mother too much, and no one else had the right to interfere with what his mother wanted, including him, her son.

But he really didn't want his father to encounter any unexpected events in prison.

"Let's go find your mother and go relax with her."

"it is good!"

They went to the room to look for Mu Qingqian, but found no one in the room. They searched the entire house and yard but couldn't find her.

He called but she didn't answer, so he rushed outside to look for her. He soon found her, right in front of Xiao Wuyang's grave.

Mu Qingqian knelt on Xiao Wuyang's tombstone like she did yesterday. She would come every day and hug Wuyang like this every day.

Her family went to persuade her and finally convinced her to go back with them, but she came again the next day. Lu Mingyuan had no choice but to prepare two soft mats for her, one for her knees and one for the tombstone.

I thought that if I let my daughter mourn for a few days, she would slowly get over it and start a new life.

It came for three or four days in a row, and the last day was the seventh day. Mu Qingqian had been waiting for this day, the day when the soul would return on the seventh day.

She had never been superstitious, but now she was, the desire was real.

On this day, the weather was cloudy, with little sunlight and a little colder than usual.

She was also kneeling on Xiao Wuyang's tombstone, mourning with all her heart.

It rarely snows in Qingcheng in winter, but it snowed today. White snowflakes floated down from the sky, gently landing on the tomb and on Mu Qingqian's body.

As the snowflakes fell, Xiao Wuyang's soul seemed to emerge from the tomb and squatted beside Mu Qingqian.

With a compassionate look in her eyes, she pursed her lips and said, "Qing Qian, how can I reduce your pain?"

Mu Qingqian did not respond, because she could not hear his voice, and there was a difference between life and death.

"Amnesia? Only amnesia..." Xiao Wuyang muttered to himself, touching Qingqian's head and stroking it gently again and again.

It seemed that Mu Qingqian felt very at ease because of his touch. She gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Because it was snowing, Lu Mingyuan tried to persuade him: "Xinxin, it's snowing, let's go back."

She thought her daughter would go back home obediently like she had done in the past few days, but this time she couldn't wake her up.

"Xinxin, Xinxin, Xinxin!"

He really couldn't be woken up and had fallen into a coma, but his face was peaceful.

Lu Mingyuan was panicking. He fell into a coma peacefully the last time. Would he wake up this time?

We rushed our daughter to the hospital and the doctor examined her. Apart from her physical condition, there was nothing abnormal. However, she just couldn't wake up.

Sadness is certain, and the final diagnosis is excessive sadness, so he fell into a coma, and it is unknown when he will wake up.

She was taken home and once again lived with intravenous drips to supplement her nutrition. The Bai, Lu and Leng families were all sad.

Only Leng Qianhan didn't know and was detained in the detention center awaiting sentencing.

On the day of sentencing, he thought Qing Qian would show up, whether to show concern for him or to witness his downfall, after all, they would be able to meet each other.

But she did not go to court and could only listen to the judge's final verdict in disappointment and loneliness.