Chapter 95 (1/2)
On the night of the incident, Xiang Chaojue was still reading in his room.
When the housekeeper came to him, he couldn't even believe what he heard would be true. ”My wife ran after me, and I had a rear end collision with my husband. Now I'm in the hospital. The old man asked you to go to the hospital.”
I don't know what kind of mood Xiang Chaojue arrived at the hospital, and what kind of expression he used to accept the news of his father's invalid death.
When Zhong Jingmo accompanied his father to the hospital, Xiang had been helped back to rest. Xiang was the only one in the empty corridor.
Father is responsible for visiting Xiang's wife, who has not yet passed the critical period in intensive care unit, while Zhong Jingmo stays with Xiang Chaojue.
Zhong Jingmo cannot withstand a single blow of his shoulder. He feels that he is now vulnerable to the attack, like a bubble, and reads to the court in the room.
When the housekeeper came to him, he couldn't even believe what he had heard was true. ”My wife drove after me and had a rear end collision with my husband.”
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From the beginning to the end, Xiang Chaojue didn't cry, didn't shed a single tear, and didn't even turn red.
He sat in a cold chair, shoulders down, hands down, like a corpse.
”Xiang Chaojue, if you are sad, you will cry. I will never laugh at you, really.” Zhong Jingmo advised him that he was afraid that if he choked his mind, he would have problems.
But Xiang Chaojue shook his head with an empty expression. ”It was destined to come to this step from the beginning, wasn't it? I have said for a long time that people's relationship is so fragile, but they still want to cheat me to make me think they are still very happy. The results are all false. ”
He gave him a piece of sugar and whipped him hard. Only Xiang Chaojue knew what it was like.
”You don't want to do this, maybe there will be some misunderstanding -” Zhong Jingmo was interrupted by Xiang Chaojue's cold voice before he lost his voice. He was as cold as a sculpture.
”If there is any misunderstanding, I should have guessed that the gap between them can't be closed. I'm too naive.” He sneered at Chao Jue, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes all pointed to himself.
Zhong Jingmo didn't know how to comfort Xiang Chaojue. He could only stay with him until his father came in a hurry. He was out of breath and insisted on saying, ”Xiang Chaojue, you go quickly, your mother jumped off the building and killed herself!”
Words fall, Xiang Chaojue like a gust of wind in their eyes quickly disappeared, he ran to the end of the corridor, and the end of the only endless darkness.
Zhong Jingmo was so scared that his legs softened. Before he could react, he looked at his father blankly and asked him, ”Dad, did she really commit suicide to my aunt?”
”Can I lie about such an important thing? Chao Jue's mother had just passed the dangerous period, when she woke up, she asked
Zhong Jingmo interrupted in a hurry, ”what did you ask? How about Xiang Chaojue? ”
”No, she asked Chao Jue how his father was. When she learned that he had died in a car accident, she cried bitterly. Then she tried to get me away from the nurse and jumped off the building to commit suicide.”
Who can believe that the distance between Mr. Xiang's death and his wife's suicide is only one night. Xiang Chaojue lost his two close relatives in one day.
I do not know why, Zhong Jingmo tears on the spot, he felt a kind of inexplicable fear, from the sole of his feet has been running up, let him feel cold.
”Then his mother...” he looked at his father with tears in his eyes.
The father touched his head, and then sighed, ”this is the eighth floor. She jumped down immediately after she was so badly injured, and she will surely die.”
”Patta.” Zhong Jingmo can clearly hear what is broken in his heart.
His father's guess was right. After jumping to Chaojue's mother, he died on the spot. He accidentally hit a passer-by passing by and compensated his family several million yuan for this.
At the funeral, the color of black and white covered the whole funeral. The transparent glass coffin was covered with delicate white roses and yellow chrysanthemums, which covered the tragic situation of the dead, which was difficult to decorate with makeup, making everything look less unbearable.
Wearing a black suit, Xiang Chaojue stood aside as his only son and watched the people passing flowers. He still didn't shed a tear. Zhong Jingmo wanted to comfort him, but he was held by an old lady. ”Don't go there. His parents died and didn't respond. He is a cold-blooded devil.”
Zhong Jingmo shook off her hand on the spot, ”what do you know about this old woman?”
”What with what, I am kind to care about you, but I don't appreciate it.” Regardless of the nagging behind him, Zhong Jingmo goes forward and puts his back on Chaojue's shoulder. He always turns his back to himself, so Zhong Jingmo can't see his face clearly.
”Are you ok?”
”I'm so tired.”
”Tired to cry out, don't hold back, no one here will laugh at you.”
He looked back at Chao Jue. His eyes were empty without any emotion. They were like an infinite abyss, frightening.
”But I don't want to cry at all. I'm very sad, but I'm really not reconciled to the thought that if I cry, I will lose to those who are waiting for me to show my weakness.”
Xiang Chaojue knows that without his father, it means that Xiang's group will lose its leader, and the group will become a piece of fat that everyone covets, and everyone wants to sit on the throne.