The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 582 There Is No More Beautiful Lie Than This
"What is this? A very old newspaper?" Du Liangchen took the newspaper from Qiao An's hand and asked inexplicably.Japanese version?Take a closer look...

The pictures accompanying the headlines made her eyes widen.Six years ago on Tokyo Street, 16-year-old Du Liangchen squatted on the ground and wept bitterly...Since the past year, all kinds of sad and happy events have gradually made Du Liangchen forget the fact that she was tortured so much that she couldn't bear to live. Death seems to have become a very distant thing...

But how did Joan have this newspaper?It looks really old, maybe six years ago.

"I'm sorry." Joan's star-like eyes flashed with indescribable apology and pity, "Six years ago, I caused your mother's death..."

Qiao An's indifferent tone made Du Liangchen's body tremble.what is it today?A series of shocking news?Six years ago, she didn't know Joan... How could she have anything to do with him...

"On my birthday six years ago..." Qiao An spoke slowly, as if she had fallen into a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from.That was supposed to be a joyful coming-of-age party, but it turned into a bloody battlefield in the blink of an eye...

He watched helplessly as his father and mother collapsed at the party inexplicably, and before they had time to react, they were stuffed into the car by Uncle Yu.

The speeding Bentley rampages on the streets of Tokyo, with the sound of chaotic crowds and gunfire one after another.In such a hasty scene, he just turned his head, and the tearful girl left a deep imprint on his sight...

If the bullet hadn't inexplicably penetrated the fuel tank of that Maserati, maybe she would still be a carefree princess, or the daughter of the Du family...

Time seems to have passed for a long time, Du Liangchen seems to have lived these six years all over again.Joan slowly stopped...

"I lied to you twice. One was six years ago, and the other was that night..." His cold lips trembled slightly, and he confessed his mistakes like a child who did something wrong.Although, these errors seem innocuous at all...

"I'm sorry. Maybe it's too late to say it now, but..."

"Stop talking." Du Liangchen suddenly stretched out his slender index finger and touched Joan's lips, "Joan, don't tell me. In the past 20 years, have I experienced fewer lies? But there is no lie that is worse than a lie." Yours is still beautiful..."

If it is said that a lie is a kind of harm, then Joan is the one who shields her from the harm.

"I never blamed you. This is the best lie I've ever heard." Du Liangchen smiled, with relief in his smile.I didn't understand why her mother died so inexplicably before, but now I suddenly feel relieved...

Even if he is the young master of the Ming Commune, even if he is inextricably linked to his mother's death, all of these have been diluted by time.What she deeply felt was Joan's meticulous care and love for her...

"I will let ANGEL come back, don't worry about her." Du Liangchen smiled.

"But, I don't want you to leave me." Joan threw away the newspaper and hugged her waist, like a stubborn and awkward child.

"This child..." Du Liangchen opened his mouth, "Perhaps he is right. I don't want to leave, but it doesn't mean that this child is also unwilling..." How could she have the right to deprive the child of the right to live with her father? ?
Du Liangchen seems to have found a good excuse for himself...

(End of this chapter)