Using other people's wives and children as blackmail was the most shameful thing he had ever done.
Lu Yiming wanted to do this wholeheartedly, and Yan Jun had never looked down on him.
But now, he had done the same thing... ...
"Just now, God knows how much I wanted to kill him to avenge grandfather. But I can't, ah Jin, I can't... " his voice was suppressed with grief and anger, suppressing all the emotions that were about to erupt!
When Xia Jinqi heard his helpless and painful words, her heart felt as if it had been torn into two halves.
The tears in her eyes fell even more urgently, but she still kept patting his back, coaxing and comforting him. "I know, I know. You did well, you really did well... "
Yan Jun had always known that he was definitely not a good person.
But this time... ...
He could not make a move. At least, it was not the time to make a move.
Enduring was the best way to deal with the situation at the moment.
However, every time Yan Jun looked at his grandfather's memorial tablet and saw his grandfather lying alone in the narrow coffin, the grief and indignation in his heart was like a raging flood, surging forward and almost unable to be suppressed!
Therefore, when he saw the hot wine sent by Di Qu, he got drunk without thinking.
Perhaps, if he was drunk, he would not feel so bad.
But who knew that the more he drank, the more sober he became. The regret in his heart was magnified infinitely.
Even someone as strong as him would not be able to hold it in for a moment.
Xia Jinqi stayed by his side the whole night like this.
When he spoke, she also comforted him. When he did not speak, she quietly hugged him.
The mourning hall was so cold and lonely. Anyone who looked at it would feel empty and uncomfortable.
Yan Youcheng's black-and-white photo was still hanging in the middle.
The corner of his mouth, which was full of wrinkles, always had a faint smile on it.
The bottom of his old eyes was forever fixed on that moment with a smile.
This busy life ended in a hurry just like that.
If he knew that he would go so early, perhaps... ... No matter what, he should go and see long Qingxin one last time ...
But now, there was no longer such an opportunity... ... There was no more ...
"..."
Long Qingxin did not sleep for a night.
She retreated to the left and right and walked up to the second floor where Yan Youcheng lived alone.
According to the location of the study in her memory, she slowly walked into it as if she had opened the door of the sealed memory. All kinds of things in the past surged towards her like the tide, drowning and swallowing her.
The layout of this place was slightly different from before.
The more books she had, the bigger the table became.
When they first got married, she always liked to put a bunch or two of fresh flowers in his study room and put them in a vase to serve them beautifully.
Later on, Ji Xinyu's flower arranging skills were all taught to her by Long Qingxin.
Even though the carefree Yan Youcheng entered the study room with his mind full of the company's achievements and was very stingy in looking at these flowers, long Qingxin was still tirelessly trimming the fresh flowers in the season and sending them in.
Peonies in spring, Begonias, Iris.
Gardenia in summer, ACACIA, platycodon.
Roses in autumn, hibiscus, rose.
Wintersweet, Narcissus, and Molan in winter.
Every flower was carefully selected by her and personally pruned.
She always felt that in such a depressing room, flowers were needed to be used as seasoning.
She would occasionally look up in the midst of her busy schedule and take a look at these flowers. Perhaps her mood would improve?
The days with flowers were not too difficult.