morbidly addicted

Chapter 91 The world is not black and white
Fu Jingxing stared fixedly at his mother, he could clearly feel that the wound on his back was open, and warm liquid was slowly flowing along the bandaged wound.

But physical pain is not one ten thousandth of mental pain.

If compensation is useful, why should the relationship between him and her become like it is now.

"What's going on, Mom, tell me, otherwise how would you let me give up?"

Fu Jingxing's complexion was pale, but his eyes were firm and cold. He stared at Lin Xinyi who was flustered, and spoke with a sad tone.

"My wife was hurt, so I left me. As a husband, I promised her that I would always protect her unconditionally and take care of her. How could I not help her verify the facts and seek justice?"

"Jing Xing, your mother told you when you were very young that the world is not black and white."

Under his gaze, Lin Xinyi sighed heavily, her tone helpless.

"Even if she was really wronged back then, didn't she still marry you later? This shows that she doesn't care so much about your so-called facts and justice.

What happened last time was like this, and what happened this time is the same. As long as you think about it, she will come back to you no matter whether you can find out the truth of the year or not.

You even have children. As a woman and a mother, would she really be so cruel and abandon you, abandon the children, and abandon the glory and wealth that the Fu family can bring her? "

he?child?Prosperity and wealth?
When Fu Jingxing listened, he just wanted to laugh.

Of these three things, if she cared about one of them, neither of them would be in trouble like they are today.

"You can go, but I will still choose to pursue it. I will use my own method to make it surface one day when you refuse to tell me the truth."

Fu Jingxing let go of Lin Xinyi's hand, speaking weakly, he turned around and started walking towards the hospital bed.

The blood flowed more and more, and his eyes turned black in bursts. It was not easy to hold on for so long. He knew that his body could not hold on anymore, and he had to go back and ring the emergency bell.

Lin Xinyi knew her son's nature, and seeing his resolute attitude, she gritted her teeth for a long time, and said a word helplessly.

"Don't check, Jing Xing, do you want to send your mother to prison?"

Fu Jingxing's hand stopped only two centimeters away from the emergency bell. He turned his head, his face full of anger and disbelief.

"you……"

Lin Xinyi bowed her head, not daring to face her son's angry eyes.

Fu Jingxing's lips twitched, as if he still had something to say, but before he could say it, his body couldn't bear the load, and he closed his eyes and fell down with a pale face.

Lin Xinyi waited for a long time but didn't hear his voice. When she looked up, she realized that he was unconscious.

She reacted quickly, pushed open the door and shouted to the bodyguard: "Come on, someone, Jing Xing has passed out, call the doctor!"

A swarm of people rushed in in a hurry, carried Fu Jingxing into the ambulance and sent him to the emergency room.

Gu Yunfu chatted with the two little models for almost an hour, and finally settled the matter by paying each other a hush money, and then returned to Fu Jingxing's ward with tired steps.

When she opened the door and saw that the room was empty, she learned that Fu Jingxing had become critically ill again within an hour of her leaving.

Gu Yunfu ran as fast as he could to the emergency room, where Lin Xinyi was sitting on the waiting chair with a painful expression.

Gu Yunfu walked up to her and called out worriedly: "Godmother, what's wrong with brother Jing Xing..."

Lin Xinyi raised her head, and Gu Yunfu's sweet and innocent delicate face was reflected in front of her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, and without giving her any time to prepare, she slapped Gu Yunfu hard on the face.

"It's all a good thing you did!"

Gu Yunfu was hit by the palm force and fell to the ground on the spot. She looked at Lin Xinyi in disbelief, and tears filled her eyes instantly.

"Godmother, what did I do wrong and you want to treat me like this, I don't understand..."

Lin Xinyi looked back and saw that the bodyguards were all three meters away from the two of them, and there were no monitors or other things that could leave evidence nearby, so she grabbed Gu Yunfu by the collar and asked her to stand up, and asked bitterly .

"Tell me the truth, what was the three million you asked me to remit for you two years ago?"

……

In Jiangcheng, the spring is bright and beautiful, and the aroma of hot pot lingers for a long time.

Li Jingman's first meal with his new colleagues after joining the company.

She had already mentioned to her mother that she was going to divorce. Li Xiumei was not very optimistic about her when she married Fu Jingxing. When she learned of her decision, she sighed and expressed her support for her.

Li Jingman didn't tell Li Xiumei how her married life was, but as a mother, how could she not see the obvious unhappiness in her daughter.

Not only did she support Li Jingman's decision, but she also suggested that she should not be bored at home all the time, but go outside and have fun.

Li Jingman had no intention of having fun, but staying at home all the time really worried her mother, so she went out to find a job.

The place of work is a publishing house in Jiangcheng, and she works as an editorial assistant. The content of this line of work is monotonous and boring, and few young people are willing to take over.

Most of the colleagues are elders over [-] years old and warmly welcomed her arrival.

"Manman, why do I always feel as if I've heard your name somewhere?"

The editor-in-chief is a forty-six-year-old middle-aged uncle with a friendly face and a talkative personality. After a meal, most of the people are talking. Li Jingman just sat on the side with a calm expression, neither talking nor eating much. Finally, he deliberately brought the topic to her.

"When the editor-in-chief said this, I also felt a little familiar, Li Jingman, Li Jingman... these three words are obviously very awkward, but why are they so familiar?"

Soon, someone echoed the editor-in-chief's words.

A table of six people looked at Li Jingman in unison, and Li Jingman, who was the center of attention, looked calm.

"When I was in school, I published two books on history under my pseudonym, but that was a long, long time ago."

It's only been two years, but for her, looking back, it seems like a lifetime away.

"Is Manman so good, has she published a book? What's her name, tell us quickly and let us hear."

The editor sister who was in charge of leading Li Jingman was also interested and cast a curious look at Li Jingman.

"Oh, what are you asking? These days, there is nothing that Du Niang can't check."

The editor-in-chief carelessly took out his mobile phone and entered Li Jingman's name, and everyone surrounded him curiously.

As soon as Li Jingman entered the search bar, the first thing that came out was not information related to history, but a piece of entertainment news.

"I just said why it sounds so familiar, so it's not about the book, Manman, you actually have the same name as Fu Jingxing's wife."

The elder sister who was in charge of proofreading also made a joke, and Li Jingman, who was originally calm, frowned slightly after hearing this sentence.

At the same time, a clear media interview dialogue was uploaded from the editor-in-chief's mobile phone.

"Mr. Fu, is your marriage partner Miss Li Jingman who has been rumored on the Internet?"

"Who else but her? That's not a rumor, it's a fact."

(End of this chapter)