Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

In the dim morning light, Yan City, which had experienced a night of storm, revealed its ancient original appearance.

Jiang Luanmin put Yu Suiwan in the back seat, fastened his seat belt, and then sat in the driver's seat to smoke.

Xu Yuan opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The two of them hadn't slept all night, and their faces were filled with fatigue, even their thinking was sluggish.

Jiang Luanmin handed over a cigarette: "Want one?"

Xu Yuan did not refuse. He took the cigarette and sorted out his heavy thoughts.

Jiang Luanmin leaned over to light her cigarette and said, "Xu Yuan, actually, I don't hate you."

Xu Yuan took a puff, and the smoke dispelled some of her tiredness. She sneered:

"Jiang Luanmin, you have no right to hate me. How dare you say that you have no idea what your sister did?"

Jiang Luanmin didn't answer her question, but said calmly, "You're not innocent either. If it weren't for your guidance, my sister wouldn't have been able to find so much evidence of infidelity."

Xu Yuan blew out smoke rings, staring at the rising sun in front of him, without saying a word.

Jiang Luanmin continued coldly, "You think my sister is not worthy of him, but wasn't it you who ruined him?"

"Don't pretend to be a victim of unrequited love, Xu Yuan. Do you dare to say that you didn't provoke Ah Jing that night?"

Xu Yuan put out his cigarette, threw it out the window, and sneered, "Even if it wasn't me, there would be someone else. Mr. Yu has so many suitors around him. Jiang Yajing is like a powder keg. Whoever touches it will explode."

She unbuckled her seatbelt. "There's nothing to talk about between us. You said you don't hate me, because Jiang Yajing tortured you enough. A woman who can throw her own daughter into the sea just to win back her husband will only torture those around her to death."

She stared into Jiang Luanmin's eyes and spoke word by word, "There's no such thing as love or hate between us. We've both been liberated, and that's enough."

Xu Yuan opened the car door and heard Jiang Luanmin's voice as she got out: "I will take them to Beijing City after a while."

She paused for a moment, closed the car door without any reluctance, and left quickly.

Jiang Luanmin stared at her receding figure and closed his eyes in the smoke.

If Xu Yuan had reported Jiang Yajing three years ago, he would have fought her to the end without hesitation.

But in recent years, Jiang Yajing has become more and more crazy, and sooner or later something bad will happen again.

Su Ji's transfer order to Beijing has come down. Many investors have contacted him during this period, and he no longer has much energy and patience for Jiang Yajing.

Perhaps, putting her in a nursing home is the best option.

He looked up at the rearview mirror. The little girl was buried in the blanket, her face tired and pale, her delicate eyebrows and eyes like plump jade in the morning light.

Jiang Luanmin seemed to have thought of something and was in a trance for a moment.

He raised his hand and pinched his temple, then took a breath. Forget it, since Yu Xiao likes it, I'll just keep it.

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The court acted quickly, and a week later, Jiang Yajing was sent to Yan City Psychiatric Hospital for compulsory isolation.

On visiting day, Jiang Luanmin took Yu Xiao and Yu Suiwan to see her.

Jiang Luanmin did not tell Yu Xiao the truth. It was too cruel for an eight-year-old child.

The hospital is located in the western suburbs of Yan City. The environment is elegant, but few people visit. There are some patients walking in the garden, accompanied by medical staff.

Yu Xiao held Yu Suiwan's hand and followed Jiang Luanmin.

He roughly learned about what happened that night from Wang Ma. He hugged Yu Suiwan and cried breathlessly. He even turned into a human pillow and hugged her wherever he went. Yu Suiwan took a long time to comfort him.

For him, his mother's hospitalization was a good thing.

The nurse led them around the winding corridor and came to Jiang Yajing's ward.

The room was clean and tidy, with a bed next to a sofa and a separate bathroom.

Jiang Yajing was lying on the hospital bed. She had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, and her sunken cheeks and high cheekbones could be seen.

The door was opened, Jiang Yajing turned around and saw Jiang Luanmin, tears welling up in her eyes.

She threw back the quilt, tears in her eyes, and walked towards the door with unsteady steps.

"Amin..."

The next second, seeing Yu Xiao and Yu Suiwan following behind, he froze there for a few seconds, then pounced on Yu Xiao and grabbed his neck.

"Go to hell, all of you! It's all your fault, why aren't you dead yet?"

Jiang Luanmin was shocked and hurried forward to stop her, but Jiang Yajing seemed to have used all her strength. Yu Xiao lay on the ground with his face slowly turning blue and his legs kicking wildly.

Nurses filed in, pulled the person apart, and gave her a sedative.

The scene was in chaos. Yu Xiao and Yu Suiwan were pushed out the door. They squatted outside the ward. Jiang Yajing was very fast and strong, and a circle of bruises appeared on Yu Xiao's neck.

He squatted on the ground, coughing helplessly with tears in his eyes. Yu Suiwan patted his back and ran over to pour him a glass of water.

"Brother, drink some water."

Yu Xiao took a few sips from her hand, and the burning throat was relieved. Yu Suiwan patted him and was held in his arms.

Yu Xiao calmed his breathing, put his head on Yu Suiwan's small shoulder, absorbed the warmth from her body, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Xiao Wan... I now know the feeling of having my neck pinched. I'm sorry, cough cough..."

Yu Suiwan continued to pat his back and said softly:

"Brother, you are not the one who should say sorry. This is Aunt Jiang's fault. You shouldn't bear the responsibility."

Yu Xiao buried his head in her neck, smelling the milky fragrance on her body. After his tense nerves were relieved, he felt a huge sense of emptiness and sadness. He choked and asked:

"Xiao Wan, Mommy won't get better."

Yu Suiwan didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes and touched his head.

Jiang Yajing's current condition was not suitable for visiting, so they had to go back.

Yu Xiao asked for leave from school, and Jiang Luanmin hired a tutor for him, preparing to take them to Beijing to go to school in a month.

No one expected that three days later, Jiang Yajing committed suicide.

Before the operation, she appeared very calm, and even smiled gently at the medical staff, contrary to her usual behavior, and chatted with them casually.

He drowned in the bathroom at night, using only a wash basin.

By the time the medical staff discovered him and tried to rescue him, he had already stopped breathing.

The funeral venue was simple. Jiang Yajing's interpersonal relationships were not complicated, and only a few people could come. Most of them were Yu Zhengxin's business partners, and they talked about business matters.

As the only son, Yu Xiao wore black and mourning clothes, knelt in the middle of the mourning hall without saying a word. When people came to pay their respects, he would kowtow silently.

"How pitiful! His father and sister died unexpectedly a few years ago, and now his mother is gone too. This child, ah!"

"Isn't it? The Yu family doesn't recognize anyone. Now I only have one uncle."

"Mr. Jiang doesn't have any children. If this child follows his uncle, wouldn't he be like his own son?"

"That's not necessarily true. The probability of mental illness being hereditary is quite high. What if this person develops mental illness in the future?"

"Who is the little girl standing next to him? Didn't his sister die three years ago?"

"I heard she's Jiang Luanmin's adopted daughter, and somehow she took the Yu family surname. This relationship is quite complicated."

There was endless discussion around. Yu Suiwan stood next to Yu Xiao with a tense face. When he stood up, she held his hand.

Yu Xiao's hands were very cold. He hadn't rested for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The news of Jiang Yajing's death came unexpectedly. Yu Xiao had to have someone accompany him every night these days to barely get some sleep.

Yu Suiwan stayed with him. In the middle of the night, he would still tremble and have nightmares, wake up crying, and then hug her, gritting his teeth and crying.

Yu Suiwan watched him cry in pain, said nothing, and just stayed with him quietly.

Any language is pale and powerless at this moment. Only breathing, body temperature and eyes can be relied upon in the silent space.

Yu Xiao, when you knew the truth in your previous life, you must have been in much more pain than you are now.

In this life, at least, you are free.

The wind and waves had stopped that night, and all the love and hate, suspicion and betrayal, pain and blessings were buried in the night with the surging waves.

Birds fly across the vast sky, and the traces of the dark past will be faded by time.

Yu Suiwan turned his head and looked at the young and beautiful woman in the black and white photo. She was probably in her twenties at that time and had not yet struggled with the doubts and loneliness of love. There was tenderness in her eyes and eyebrows.

She looked at the guests who came to pay their respects, and couldn't help but wonder what her funeral would be like in her previous life. Who organized it for her, Lu Zhan?

She was hastily buried without even a funeral. After all, she had far more enemies than friends.

Lu Zhan, will you avenge me?