Staying at my best friend's house, she was spotted by her gangster uncle

Murong Yan passed away, and the people who were most worried about him before he left were Song Wenru and Murong Yue.

This was the woman he loved most, but the timing was wrong.

Sometimes, the order of appearance is just wrong.

He and Song Wenru are 30 years apart in age, but his love for her is never late.

"I'm sorry, I can't be with you till old age~"

He looked with his weak eyes at the person in front of him who was in tears.

Song Wenru also gave him all her love, but unfortunately she came too late.

"Don't leave me... okay~"

I've never begged for anything. This is the first and last time.

But the other party did not respond.

The moment when breathing and heartbeat disappear at the same time, it is the end of the world.

Their love was so sad. It was beautiful and sweet, but it could no longer continue in a moment.

Murong Yan left, carrying with him his lingering attachment to them.

Murong Yue stayed by her mother's side and did not cry heart-wrenchingly.

True sadness is silent.

Mom, too, was calmer than I’d imagined.

Maybe it’s the last few days of our companionship, and I have to accept it.

She wiped the tears from her face:

"I want to go back and get something."

"what?"

Her mother's calmness made her feel scared, as it had been since she could remember.

Mom is like a little girl who never grows up. She is pampered in dad’s arms and held in his hands.

As I recall, my father really loved her and doted on her.

I have never seen two people who love each other so much, which is why they raised her to be so kind.

But how big a blow would it be to her if her father suddenly left her?

"Get some of your father's belongings."

"Good~"

Murong Yue was also sad, but pretended to be strong in order to comfort her mother.

Overnight, she felt that she had grown up and was no longer the little girl who did whatever she wanted.

Her smile is bitter.

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Murong Yue accompanied her mother back home.

Same environment, same layout, but it feels different.

As I walked into the house, a familiar scent hit me.

This was still her home, their home.

My mother said nothing, she was so quiet, like a body without a soul.

Murong Yue was worried and watched her walk straight to the bedroom.

Song Wenru walked into the cloakroom.

Hanging inside is the shirt that Murong Yan loved to wear most during his lifetime.

She took it off gently and put it on her face, as if she could still smell his scent.

Everything here belongs to him.

What else does she have besides him?

She once didn't want to go out, this home was everything to her.

She stayed with him for 30 years, a period that was both long and short.

She loved him to the core.

Murong Yue stood at the door and watched quietly, her face full of tears.

She didn't dare cry out loud and covered her mouth tightly, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

Song Wenru opened the drawer and found a necklace inside, which was given to her when they first met.

Murong Yan fell in love with her at first sight, without any concealment.

She used to often ask him why he confessed to her so quickly.

His response: I don't have much time to waste.

Now, she finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Murong Yue opened the door and found that it was a lawyer.

It turned out that Murong Yan had already arranged everything, and most of his property was transferred to Song Wenru and Murong Yue.

Including 50% of the shares of Huaxia Group.

A long time ago, in the first year when she gave birth to Murong Yue, he had made such preparations.

He was ready to leave at any time. This was the last way to love her.

“Ms. Murong, this is the notarization of the will that Mr. Murong previously commissioned the company to do. It includes all the properties under his name. You just need to sign here.

And Mr. Murong left a letter for his wife. "

Murong Yue took it back with trembling hands, and her mother walked out of the room quietly.

There was no emotion on her face, not sadness, despair, or even unbearableness.

"Mom~"

She changed into a beautiful cheongsam, which was the one she wore when they got married and was also designed by him.

For so many years, she was reluctant to wear it.

She even put on some light makeup and painted her lips.

She is still beautiful, always has been.

She took the letter, calmly and urgently:

As small as:

My love, by the time you see this letter, I will be gone.

Please forgive me for leaving early and not being able to hold you in my arms again.

I love you from the moment I saw you. I know my departure is too cruel to you.

But you have to live well, my love for you will never fade away.

Take good care of yourself and our baby daughter. If there is an afterlife, I hope to see you sooner.

Murong Yan

Song Wenru slowly closed the letter paper, tears rolled down her eyes, but she wiped them away.

"Thank you~"

He took the notarized will from the lawyer and nodded politely.

This is the dignity she deserves, and it is also the dignity of the Murong family.

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The next day, Murong Yue was awakened by a ringing phone. It was a call from the hospital.

"Hello~"

"Ms. Murong, the lady...she committed suicide."

I clearly watched my mother fall asleep before leaving last night, how could she do that?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Murong Yue's mind went blank and she ran to her mother's room. The bed showed no signs of having been slept in.

She was tired, so she went to her room and fell asleep.

She should have been with her mother.

When she ran to the hospital like crazy, she saw two people lying coldly in the morgue.

Is it them?

Are they her parents?

She lost both her parents at the same time, how could she cope with that?

The morgue was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with a cold and gloomy aura.

She walked slowly forward, the pale light flickering as if it would go out at any moment.

She saw her parents lying side by side, their bodies lifeless.

Her hands trembled as she touched the glass cover, which was as cold and hard as a freezer.

The tears couldn't stop flowing.

At this moment, she felt more lonely than ever before.

No wonder mom dressed up so elegantly and wore their token of love. She was so quiet as if she was asleep.

She was prepared so that they would not miss each other again in the next life.

"Dad~Mom~"

With a roar, Lu Zetian arrived, but was still a step late.

He stood in the corridor, not daring to move forward.

Was it he who caused the tragedy?

If it wasn't for the last impulse, I wouldn't have...

He clenched his fists, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. He listened to her heart-wrenching cries, but couldn't get close to her.

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When Murong Yue walked out of the morgue, she saw Lu Zetian.

He stood there motionless, waiting for her hug.

She was too fragile and helpless.

There isn't even anyone I can talk to.

She used to be a carefree angel, but now she has changed.

Murong Yue stepped forward and hugged him without any hesitation.

"I don't have a mom and a dad anymore~"

She cried, and Lu Zetian also shed tears of guilt.

All this was caused by him, so he has to protect her for the rest of his life.

"You still have me."

It's a consolation, but not an emergency.

In fact, after Lu Tingshen found out what he had done, he severely blamed him.

Of course, I also knew about Murong Yue's existence.

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The sunlight outside was blindingly bright, in direct proportion to the coldness of the morgue.

Lu Zetian took her back home and carefully preserved his parents' belongings.