Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

She was dazed for a while, her whole little body curled up like a baby, wrapped around her knees, her pale face buried between her legs. I don't know what she was thinking, she sat there motionless...

not far away.

Ruan Zheng, who witnessed the little girl's self-harm, had already burst into tears. Yin Junye hugged her with his long arms, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Although she is only three years old, she behaves like a schizophrenic, with different personalities.

He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush to the little girl and hug her tightly, wishing he could risk his own life to calm her inner struggle and madness.

Mo Lan didn't notice them. He curled up at the entrance of the cave for a while, then stood up stiffly.

Then he brushed the dust off himself with his little hands, his expression returning to his usual cold, aloof expression, and muttered to himself, "I don't need mommy or daddy."

After saying that, she turned and went to Di's house.

The wind was blowing coldly, and Ruan Zheng felt that the weather was particularly cold that day, so cold that her whole body was freezing.

She didn't dare to think about what Tiantian had endured in the past three years to become what she is now, and she didn't dare to think about when the little girl started licking her wounds on her own.

But that scene... was like a thorny vine, tightly binding her body, as sharp as the crooked needle in the little girl's hand just now, piercing every blood vessel and nerve in her body. The air seemed to be filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people collapse.

"Ruan Zheng." Yin Junye held her and sat her on the sofa. Seeing that she was in a trance, he patted her cheek with his warm big hand.

Ruan Zheng suddenly came back to her senses when her cheeks touched the heat. She raised her eyes and looked at Yin Junye, whose face was as pale as hers. She sniffed, forcing herself back from the edge of pain, and choked, "I'll go call Aunt Xiu."

Yin Junye nodded. He was also eager to know about Tiantian's situation.

Recalling the way the little girl had stabbed him silently just now, Yin Junye felt a rage of destruction in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to cut the person who had hurt his daughter into pieces.

No, even if he were cut into pieces, he would not be able to relieve the hatred in his heart, nor would he be able to get his lovely and sweet daughter back.

Ruan Zheng knocked on Xiuzhi's door. She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. Then she picked up the notebook on the table and opened the door with her eyes swollen beyond recognition.

The two looked at each other, and there was moisture in each other's pupils that blurred their vision.

Ruan Zheng took the initiative to speak, "Aunt Xiu, Tiantian is sick, right?"

Xiuzhi's heart trembled, and her fingertips holding the notebook tightened. She handed it over, her eyes filled with tears, "Miss Ruan, there are answers in it. You and Master Yin... take a look."

He finished his words with a long sigh.

Xiuzhi's notebook recorded Tiantian's strict training in great detail, including what the little girl ate and did every day, how naughty she was, how many times she cried, and how many times she called for "Daddy".

Ruan Zheng stared at the contents of the notebook the whole time, wishing she could analyze the profound meaning of each word.

Yin Junye looked at the word "Dad" on the notebook, and his heart felt like it was being pulled by someone.

The scene of the little girl being sent to an unfamiliar place for strict training and her panicked look as she called out for her dad flashed through his mind, and his eyes inexplicably became wet.

The little girl was only seven months old at that time, so small and soft. He could even imagine her looking around for her father with her little head tilted up. She must have been so helpless and panicked.

His two big palms had been gripped so tightly by him that they lost all feeling. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging wildly, as if they were going to burst the flesh and blood was rushing back.

Tiantian, his little girl...

Ruan Zheng was not much better than him. She held the notebook with one trembling hand and slowly flipped through the pages with the other. At first, she was quite calm because Xiuzhi's previous records were all about the little girl's initial strict training.

The little girl was still young at that time, and she was naughty by nature, so she would act coquettishly, crawl around, dance and call for daddy, and babble while biting her own hands.