On a gray day, Su Qingyu saw a woman wearing a black cheongsam and holding a black umbrella standing in front of his tombstone for a long time.
There was a hideous look on that beautiful face, and she didn’t expect that Bai Xin would choose to die with Fan Chenxi in the end.
Even if she had calculated for so many years, she was still empty of water in a bamboo basket.
She didn’t wait for Bai Xin to kneel down and beg each other, he would rather die and show his feelings in this way.
After all, Zhan Qinglian couldn’t ask for it.
Su Qingyu walked up to her, “Is this the ending you want?””
Zhan Qinglian glanced back, “It’s you.”
She was a little surprised, she didn’t expect Su Qingyu to show up here.
“I have been waiting for you here for a long time. This is a letter left by Uncle Bai for me to give it to you.”
Zhan Qinglian stretched out her hand to pick it up, but Su Qingyu didn’t give it, but continued: “Since you changed Bai Yuanyuan back then, you should know who my biological parents are?”
Zhan Qinglian narrowed her eyes, “Do you want to threaten me?””
“No, this is just an exchange. You tell me the whereabouts of my parents, and I will give you this letter. Don’t you want to know where you are in Uncle Bai’s heart in this life.”
Zhan Qinglian glanced at Su Qingyu deeply, then lowered her voice and said, “It’s impossible for me to tell you about your life, but I can kindly remind you that if you want to live well, you should stay in City A obediently, otherwise you won’t know how to die by then.”
After speaking, she turned and left without asking for the letterhead.
Su Qingyu chased after him, “Don’t you believe it?”
“Can’t afford it.”Zhan Qinglian said coldly: “I can’t afford this price.””
“Tell me the truth, what price will you pay?”
“In short, I advise you to keep yourself safe and be the daughter of the Su family, otherwise, you will not be able to bear the consequences.”
After Zhan Qinglian left without looking back, Su Qingyu handed the letterhead to Zhan Qinglian.
Zhan Qinglian was stunned for a moment, nodded at her and disappeared on the quiet mountain road.
Su Qingyu held an umbrella, looked at Fan Chenxi’s tombstone, and put down the bouquet.
“Mom, don’t worry, I will definitely live well.”
Listening to Zhan Qinglian’s tone, the situation of her native family is very complicated and full of dangers.
It happened that the mobile phone rang at this time, and Su Qingyu was connected. It was a call from the hospital.