Hiding her pregnant belly and leaving, the CEO's ex-husband cried red eyes

Jiang Qingyu came here because of Lu Beichuan's instructions.

Although she hated the man so much that she wanted to kill him for bullying her best friend, she now knew what was more important.

She explained the situation of Zhao Mei's child to An Xia.

The child was diagnosed with rectal cancer when he was two years old. After being cured once, the cancer recurred again. Now it is hard to say how long he can live. He has to live with a fecal bag hanging on his head every day.

This was also the child that Zhao Mei had fought so hard to snatch back from the hands of death.

After hearing this, An Xia didn't know what to say for a moment.

I hate her, but after knowing these things I just can't hate her.

He wanted to take revenge on the child by attacking her, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything to the child who had managed so hard to survive in this world.

Although he is only ten years old, he already looks very mature. It is not difficult to imagine how difficult his life has been over the years.

After sitting quietly in the elementary school for a long time and struggling internally, An Xia gave up on attacking the child and left.

Lu Beichuan no longer dared to force her, and she no longer needed to live in secret like a mouse.

But at this moment, even though he was breathing the free air in his mouth, An Xia didn't feel any happiness at all.

Three years of marriage had worn away her enthusiasm, and the complicated events that had happened this year had almost wiped out her hope of continuing to live.

After arriving at Jiang Qingyu's house, An Xia sat on the cushion in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly without saying a word.

Looking at her situation, Jiang Qingyu was really worried.

I wanted to say some words of comfort, but any words of consolation would pale in comparison to what she had been through.

The phone vibrated twice. I swiped it open and saw it was a message from Pei Ming with a string of addresses.

"Xia Xia, do you want to go see Uncle An?"

It was the location of An Jianguo's tombstone that Lu Beichuan asked Pei Ming to forward.

An Xia had surgery that day, and Lu Beichuan was solely responsible for An Jianguo's cremation and burial.

An Xia slowly turned around and had some reaction.

After a long silence, she nodded.

It was already late that day, so the two set out at dawn the next day.

Thinking of diverting An Xia's attention, Jiang Qingyu bought a lot of offerings before leaving. However, he didn't expect that when he arrived at the cemetery, An Xia fell into the same state as at home.

She sat in front of An Jianguo's tombstone, placed all the offerings, looked at his photo, and fell into a long silence.

This silence makes people feel uneasy.

Thinking that maybe it was because she had received too much shocking information in a short period of time and couldn't cope with it, Jiang Qingyu didn't take it too seriously.

But Anxia's condition was visibly getting worse day by day.

Although he was always in a daze in the first few days, he would respond when called. Later, the time he was in a daze became longer and longer, and the number of responses gradually became less and less, until there was no response at all.

It's like being trapped in another world.

After realizing this, Jiang Qingyu panicked. Although she hated Lu Beichuan, she still told him what happened.

Because Lu Beichuan is now the person who is most capable and can confirm what happened to An Xia the fastest.

The most important thing now is An Xia, not the previous hatred.

After Lu Beichuan found out, he quickly started to research it. Finally, after a comprehensive analysis by a psychologist, he realized that she was most likely depressed.

Lu Beichuan wasn't too surprised, he just felt regretful.

Constantly regretting.

I couldn't sleep all night.

Lu Yuan said in person that he was not a descendant of the Lu family when he broke into the Transportation Bureau that day.

After finally understanding the reasons why his father had been indifferent to him for so many years, and accompanying Lu's through the "bastard" public opinion crisis, Lu Beichuan resigned from Lu's.

He returned everything that belonged to the Lu family and took nothing away.

Unable to sleep at night, he drove to Jiang Qingyu's house and waited there, then drove away when it was almost dawn.

Knowing that An Xia was depressed, he began to look up all kinds of information. At the same time, he watched the police station and the court speed up the trial of Song Lanzhi and Ming Xiyu's cases.

I want to give An Xia a result as soon as possible.

Only in this way can she get rid of the pain in her heart as soon as possible. It may not have a huge effect, but it can at least relieve some of the pain.

Three months later, the case of Song Lanzhi and Ming Xiyu officially went to trial.

An Xia didn't go, and Jiang Qingyu was worried about her being alone at home, so he called someone to help keep an eye on her.

When An Xia opened the door and saw that the person who came to help was Chu Nantian, she was a little surprised.

"Long time no see. How are you doing?"

Chu Nantian naturally greeted him while changing his shoes and went in. An Xia shook her head. She really didn't have the energy to pretend to be indifferent.

The hollow shelves of the TV cabinet are filled with several medicine bottles of various sizes.

These are what Anxia eats while receiving psychological treatment.

Even though Jiang Qingyu had given warnings in advance, Chu Nantian was still shocked when he actually saw An Xia's condition.

If An Xia's calmness before was just a kind of indifferent style, then now, her calmness is like a completely lifeless and close to death fish taken out of the water.

Maybe I was pretending not to care before, but now I really don’t care at all.

After being with An Xia, whose state had completely changed, the atmosphere also changed completely.

Even Chu Nantian, who was used to the cold, felt that the air was so quiet that it was a bit suffocating.

He tried to break the suffocation by saying, "The design draft you owed me hasn't been delivered yet. When do you plan to deliver it?"

An Xia slowly raised her hands, and her loose long sleeves fell down, exposing her hands and arms to the air. Her pink and slender arms were very beautiful, but she was shaking uncontrollably.

It's so awkward and there's no aesthetic sense in it.

Chu Nantian was stunned.

Somatization of depression?

An Xia was so bitter that she couldn't even muster up a smile.

"Maybe we are just not meant to be together. We won't be able to make a joint product this time."

Jiang Qingyu comforted her every day and told her that she had gotten through these hardships, and the days that followed would be better and better.

But in reality, her condition was getting worse day by day. Even with the treatment, it was getting worse at a terrifying rate.

The fact that she had signed the abortion consent form with her own hands was like a thorn stuck in An Xia's heart that could not be removed.

She said she hated Zhao Mei, Song Lanzhi, and Lu Beichuan.

But in fact, what she hated most was herself.

She had hypothesized and recalled countless times, if she had not chosen to conceal the truth at that time, but instead told Lu Beichuan about the baby's poor condition immediately and discussed it with him, maybe going to another hospital for another check-up, perhaps the results would have been different.

So she also needs to take a large part of the responsibility for the way things turned out.

If she had been more vigilant and paid a little more attention, she might not have fallen into Song Lanzhi and Ming Xiyu's trap.

Every night when she had trouble falling asleep despite taking sleeping pills, An Xia thought to herself that she was also very wrong.