Probably just a few years in prison.
He never thought she would commit suicide.
Rong Ying's smile was somewhat bleak, and she could not say much. Her voice was as low as a mosquito, barely audible.
Lu Moqing leaned down and put his ear to her mouth, hearing her weak voice like a mosquito, slowly saying:
"There's nothing left to live for, just... just like this..."
After that one sentence, she closed her eyes and, in Lu Moqing's arms, ceased to breathe.
"Aunt Rong... Aunt Rong..."
Lu Moqing's voice became hoarse, and his eyes reddened in that moment.
Actually, from the moment he threw the evidence in front of her, she probably didn't want to live anymore, right?
That's why she got up to make coffee on purpose.
She didn't put anything in his coffee but added a strong poison to her own cup.
When she asked him if she could see him once a year, he thought she meant visiting him in jail. In the end, he never gave her an answer.
