"Yingrui!"

Ye Conglu witnessed the whole process of Yan Yingrui falling downstairs.

Seeing his son lying there, his hands and feet twitched for a while, and red blood flowed out from under him, but the person did not move.

Ye Conglu's legs became weak and he could hardly stand. He supported the handrail of the stairs and rolled and crawled at Yan Yingrui.

She wanted to touch her son's body, but she was covered with the sticky smell of blood from her hands. The bright red blood made her despair, and Ye Conglu shouted her son's name in panic.

Yan Yingrui did not react at all.

I accidentally killed my own son?!

This thought poured into Ye Conglu's mind, causing her to collapse instantly.

"My Yingrui..."

She shouted in despair, and big tears fell down. It was not until this moment that she truly began to regret the decision that year. She regretted that she shouldn't have been obsessed with, and harmed Yin Yubing to snatch something that did not belong to her.

Even if I enjoy it for twenty years, I am worried all day long, and the retribution will eventually fall on myself.

"It's all retribution! It's my retribution!"

Ye Conglu cried and looked at her bloody hands trembling all over. It was these hands that harmed someone else's mother back then, but now, as a mother, she has harmed her son again.

Yan Yingrui was her last hope.

Thinking of the days ahead, she will have to endure endless tortures from her mind and body, Ye Conglu immediately lost the belief in living.

She trembled and stretched out her hand and stroked Yan Yingrui's hair.

He didn't even have the courage to handle everything in front of him, so he could only get up tremblingly, turn around and walk towards the window in the corridor.

Step by step.

Walking to the broken glass window, Ye Conglu turned around for the last time, looked at his son on the ground, had a sad smile on his lips, and jumped down from the window.

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On the other side.

Yan Group, President's Office.

Yan Liheng's phone rang.

"Lingling--"

The ringtone interrupted his thinking about the plan to deal with the organization and simply connected it directly.

A sound came from the earpiece immediately.

"Mr. Yan, the people sent from Nanwan came from news that Ms. Ye Conglu jumped off the building and had lost signs of her life."

Yan Liheng seemed not surprised by the news and asked calmly: "Where is Yan Yingrui?"

"When our people arrived, the others who witnessed jumping off the building had already called the police. The police who arrived found Mr. Yan Yingrui lying in the corridor covered in blood, breathing faintly, so they sent him to a nearby hospital. The doctor said that although he was not dead, he was injured in his cervical spine and his nerves were also affected to a certain extent..."

“What degree.”

"Particidal for life, I can't take care of myself."

The subordinate answered truthfully.

"Mr. Yan, what should we do now?"

Yan Liheng was silent for a moment, and a touch of coldness flashed through his deep eyes.

"In that case, we kept that waste and sent him to the nursing home to make sure he could live in it for the rest of his life until he died."

Whether they are alive or dead, they will always suffer and pay the price.

The subordinates took the order and hung up the phone.

Yan Liheng looked at the extinguished screen reflecting his face. His dark eyes were the most similar to his mother. Gradually, sadness overflowed those eyes.

Today is a special day.

Over the past period of time, Yan Liheng's heart has always been complicated. Discovering the truth did not bring ecstasy, but instead made him feel more distressed about his mother. He regretted that his mother chose his father, and also regretted that he discovered the truth too late, allowing the real murderer to be free for more than 20 years.

His palms with distinct knuckles slowly clenched and slowly loosened.

The light of emotions surged in his eyes, and he slowly moved the eyes out the window. Looking at the bright and sunny weather outside, he suddenly made a decision.

Yan Liheng stood up from the seat and planned to worship his mother.

Over the years, in countless unknown painful moments, Yan Liheng would not tell anyone, but he just came to the cemetery quietly, sat quietly in front of his mother's tomb, leaning gently against the stone tablet, as if leaning against his mother.

At first, he didn't dare to go.

Even though I knew that there was something wrong with my mother's death, I could not find evidence to be honest. It was a heavy psychological problem for my son. But now, everything is different.

Yan Liheng slowly walked to the tombstone with a bouquet of his mother's favorite flowers during his lifetime. His tall and straight figure was projected on the tombstone by the sun. I remember that he was so sad that he was not even taller than the tombstone.

Yan Liheng looked at the words and photos on the tombstone, slowly opened his thin lips, and whispered: "Mom, Li Heng is here to see you..."

He bent down and gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

"Mom, I said that I will definitely avenge you. Today, I finally did it. The woman who destroyed our family and harmed you has received the punishment she deserves. I have found the mastermind who has been helping her. I will solve this matter soon and let you rest in peace..."

"Mom, don't worry, I will guard the Yan family and will not let you down. I will take good care of myself and not let you worry. An Ning has forgiven me recently. I will need some time to get her back. Give her, Lu Bao, and a complete home. Mom, don't worry, I will never let An Ning down like my father, and will always be nice to her forever..."

Yan Liheng murmured a lot to his mother's tombstone.

This was the first time in so many years that he had spoken these words. In the past, he was just silent because he had not found out the truth and always felt ashamed of his mother.

A gentle breeze blows, blowing the petals of the bouquet of flowers, gently swaying with the wind, and bursts of fragrance of flowers float.

The wind also gently blew on Yan Liheng's hair, as if his mother was gently caressing her in childhood.

Yan Liheng's eyes felt hot.

After he finished speaking, he stood quietly in front of his mother's tombstone for a while, and finally bowed deeply before turning around and leaving.

——

noon.

Lu Bao, who had completed the training camp, has returned to the old house and is enjoying lunch with the old man.

On the dining table, Xiao Lubao sat on the dining chair, his feet still couldn't reach the ground, and his little feet shook. He kept holding the tableware in his small hand, stretched his arms forward with his arms, then picked up a piece of fish and placed it in front of Mr. Yan.

Her chubby little face raised and she said to the old man seriously: "Grandpa, eating fish is good for the health! Greatpa is old, so you should eat more."
Chapter completed!