After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Jiang Yun and Fu Yu's mother and daughter were too busy to take care of themselves, and they couldn't take care of Fu Shuqin in the hospital.

After Fu Shuqin came out of the operating room, she was paralyzed on the bed and could not move. The nurse who was hired to take care of her had already left. She could only lie on the hospital bed alone.

The service in the general ward was not as good as that in the advanced ward. When Fu Shuqin was thirsty, no one poured water for her, and no one helped her to empty the urinal when she wanted to go to the toilet. She could only pull her on the bed.

Lying in feces and urine every day, her body stinks, and she is not at all different from the elegant and clean old lady before.

Fu Shuqin couldn't accept these two kinds of extreme treatment. She insisted on calling Jiang Yun within two days.

But Jiang Yun didn't answer her call at all.

Forget it, the hospital is still urging her to continue paying her medical bills.

After all, the medicines that Fu Shuqin used were all good medicines imported from abroad, and each treatment cost tens of thousands, and Jiang Yun's previous payment in the hospital would soon be gone.

But Fu Shuqin is now penniless and can't pay at all.

She had to be transferred from the general ward to the corridor of the hospital, and the dose of medicine given to her was reduced every day.

Without the support of good medicine, Fu Shuqin soon became muddled and fell into a deep sleep all day long, exuding a decadent aura of life coming to an end.

At this time, the court had obtained all the evidence of Fu Xiao and Fu Shuqin's crimes.

With Fu Yanhe contributing to the flames, the two were quickly convicted.

Fu Xiao was sentenced to death with a reprieve of three months.

Fu Shuqin was sentenced to life imprisonment, but due to her health, she was sentenced to be served outside prison.

On the day the two were tried, Shen Yanhe deliberately came to the court from the laboratory.

Hearing the judge's judgment on the two with my own ears, the depression that had been pent up in my heart for 14 years finally dissipated slowly.

Shen Yanhe said silently in her heart, Mom, I have avenged you.

When leaving the court, Shen Yanhe ran into Fu Shuqin who was pushed to the court in a wheelchair.

In just a few days, Fu Shuqin was so thin that only skin and bones remained.

Both sides of her cheeks are sunken, and her pupils are protruding. She looks like a skeleton with a little flesh hanging on it, which is a bit weird and grotesque.

Fu Shuqin was very excited when she saw her. She stared at Shen Yanhe, ambiguously, and said incoherently: "I, I should, I should have killed you too! Choke, strangle Fu Yanhe!"

She regrets it very much now.

I regretted why I let Fu Yanhe go soft-hearted at that time, why didn't I investigate a little more, and dealt with Shen Yanhe, so that I planted such a big disaster for myself!

For a person like Fu Shuqin, she will never feel that she did something wrong, but only regrets that she did not do it cleanly.

Shen Yanhe raised her brows slightly, smiled, and said calmly, "It's late."

She looked down at Fu Shuqin, her red lips curved slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Old lady Fu, think about your failure in this life."

"The eldest son abandoned you, the second son severed ties with you when he was young, and the third son committed a crime and went to jail, and he will soon be shot."

"And you, you will spend the rest of your life in prison, and you will not be able to break free until you die."

Fu Shuqin was breathing heavily, cursing Shen Yanhe indistinctly, and could vaguely hear a few extremely dirty words.

It was like the last struggle before death.

Shen Yanhe smiled, ignored her, turned around and strode out of the court.

After walking out of the court, Shen Yanhe saw the figure standing by the side of the road at a glance.

The man stood under the tree, tall and straight, with a tall and straight figure.

The sunlight scattered through the branches and leaves and fell on his outstanding eyebrows and eyes, and sprinkled a thin layer of golden light, which made his appearance even more handsome.

Shen Yanhe paused slightly: "Why are you here?"

She left the laboratory without telling anyone except Feng Jiao.

Fu Yanhe turned to look at her with calm eyes and soft brows: "I went to the laboratory to look for you, and Fengjiao told me that you came here."

Fu Yanhe looked down at her: "Yanyan, those two people, is that why you came to Fu's house?"

Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, it's time to confess to Fu Yanhe.

She hummed generously, walked towards him, and her eyes fell on him: "Let me take you to a place."

Fu Yanhe: "Okay."

-

After half an hour.

After buying incense, paper money, and carnations, Shen Yanhe took Fu Yanhe to the cemetery and found the place where his mother was buried.

She hadn't been here for more than a month, and some weeds grew beside the cemetery.

Shen Yanhe put the things in front of the tombstone, rolled up her sleeves, squatted down to pull weeds, and said calmly, "The person buried here is my mother."

"When I was eight years old for my birthday, she was hit and killed by drunk driving Fu Xiao on the way home. When she died, she was still holding the birthday cake she bought for me."

Shen Yanhe's tone was very calm, without any emotional ups and downs, but with a touch of sadness and sadness.

Fu Yanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and gently held her wrist: "Let me do it."

After the words fell, Fu Yanhe took over her work of weeding in silence, listening to her quietly.

Shen Yanhe blinked, turned to light incense, and continued: "When Fu Xiao bumped into her, she was actually not dead, as long as she was sent to the hospital, she could be saved."

"But he didn't."

"Not only did they not send her to the hospital, nor did they get out of the car to check, but drove her over and over again until she died completely."

"Later." Shen Yanhe squatted in front of the tombstone, looking at the smiling young woman on the tombstone: "Fu Shuqin sent someone to negotiate privately and paid compensation."

"But at that time I was too young, my third uncle swallowed up the compensation, and even claimed to forgive the perpetrator for me, telling me that it was just an accident."

"It wasn't until I accidentally saw the surveillance video of the journey where my mother was in a car accident that I realized that it was not an accident at all, but a deliberate homicide."

Fu Yan's movement of pulling the grass paused, his vigorous and slender fingers tightened slightly, and the crisp and tender grass leaves were squeezed out by him to produce green juice.

Shen Yanhe smiled, and wrote lightly: "So, when my third uncle asked me to marry him, I took advantage of the opportunity to marry in."

"From the beginning, I confessed to you that my purpose of marrying into the Fu family was not pure..."

Before she finished speaking, a warm embrace covered her back.

Fu Yanhe gently but firmly hugged her into his arms, tightening his strength slightly, almost rubbing her whole body into his body: "My banquet has suffered a lot, I'm sorry, I showed up too late. "

The mother died and the younger brother was seriously ill.

For Shen Yanhe who was young at the time, it was no less than a fatal blow.

Shen Yanhe's eyes turned red instantly.

People are weird.

When there is no one to comfort her, no matter how much she suffers, she will swallow it silently and continue to move forward firmly.

But once someone comforted her, the tears that could have been held back could no longer be held back.

Shen Yanhe opened her mouth, but tears fell before she could say anything.

Warm and cool tears fell on the back of Fu Yanhe's hand.

Fu Yanhe grabbed her by the shoulder and twisted her towards him. When he saw Shen Yanhe's tears, he panicked instantly.

He wiped her tears distressedly: "Don't cry, Yanyan, I will teach them a lesson for you."

Fu Yanhe's heart was filled with extreme hostility and killing intent.

For Fu Xiao and Fu Shuqin, just being in prison is not enough.

Before sending them on the road, let them taste the feeling that life is worse than death.

Sensing the gentle touch on his face, Shen Yanhe blinked, blocked Fu Yanhe's hand unnaturally, quickly wiped away his tears, and muttered softly: "I don't need you, I will do it myself."

Fu Yanhe smiled lowly, rubbed her hair, and said dotingly: "Okay, you can do it yourself."

Shen Yanhe's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked gently at the young woman on the tombstone.

I said silently in my heart.

Mom, you used to worry that no one wanted me, but now I bring my boyfriend to show you.

He is very good. In the future, you don't have to worry about me being taken care of.

The two silently lit the incense, burned the paper money, and stayed for a while before leaving the cemetery together.

-

Ten minutes after Shen Yanhe and the others left the goal.

A tall, stooped man in black with a mask on his face appeared in front of the tombstone.

He looked at the photo of the bright smile on the tombstone with extremely tender eyes, and stretched out his hand in black gloves to gently stroke it.

Quietly put down a white rose in front of the tomb, and left without a sound.