Even now, third brother was still single. It was unknown if he was too picky or if he had someone in his heart that he would never get... ...
His father was happy all day long. He gave up his career in exchange for a harmonious family.
As for Hong Xianglin... ...
She was still the same.
Whether it was her or Xia Jinqi, the two of them always avoided each other, intentionally or unintentionally.
She might also feel that she owed Xia Jinqi, but Xia Jinqi would never be able to let herself forget the experiences of her childhood.
Some injuries, once inflicted, can last a lifetime.
Maybe that's the best thing that's ever happened between them.
Not Too close, but not too much trouble. We're good.
That's... that's good.
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The day after Lu Yiming came back, he became clear-headed.
He kept his promise and turned himself in.
He confessed to the police everything he had done wrong over the years, including the unsolved case of the valley bones, which he claimed.
He also confessed to Zhao Chongbin's bewitchment and guidance, how he killed the innocent, how he used his power to obtain huge profits, and even the recent raoshing riot and the robbery. He told them everything.
Even though Zhao Chongbin had been reduced to ashes, he still appeared in court with Zhao Ke'er to accuse Zhao Chongbin of all his crimes.
With Lu Yiming's arrest, Zhao Chongbin's old crimes were all revealed.
How he used his position in the hospital to inject patients with injections of unknown origins, how he secretly smuggled the central bank's cash, and the few large-scale riots all surfaced.
All the major newspapers were scrambling to report the latest developments of the incident.
Once the news was out, public opinion was in an uproar.
The townsfolk were stunned. No one had expected that a doctor who had received a high degree and was so outstanding would actually be so abnormal to such an extent... ...
Really, one could not tell the heart from the face.
After the court sentenced the confiscation of all the assets of the Zhao family, as well as Zhao Xiong's life imprisonment and his own death sentence, Lu Yiming went to the graves of Yan Youcheng and Yan Qing.
His entire body was wrapped in white bandages, like a perfect mummy.
He could not stand up on his own and could only sit in the wheelchair. But even so, he still relied on his own strength and tumbled to the ground, trying his best to kneel in front of their graves, sobbing as he apologized.
The photo of Yan Youcheng on the tombstone still looked full of energy, and Yan Qing still looked handsome and handsome... ...
As for whether they could hear this late apology, no one knew.
Yan Jun was dressed in a pure black suit, standing in front of their tombstone, his posture tall and slender.
He had promised his grandfather, and he had done it.
Grandfather, second uncle.
You can finally rest in peace.
Xia Jinqi followed by his side. Without saying anything, she silently stepped forward. Like countless times in the past, she quietly and tightly held his hand.
She stared at the smiles of the two people in the posthumous photo. She thought, perhaps they will choose to forgive... ...
In the depths of Yan Youcheng's heart, he must be a kind person, right?
Otherwise, how could he have taught such an outstanding Yan Jun?
And Yan Qing... ...
Xia Jinqi recalled that when she was in university, she and Yan Qing Sat side by side on the field, flipping through papers that would never be finished, with two bottles of mineral water beside them.
At that time, he was dressed in a clean white shirt, and when he smiled, he looked as gentle as jade.