Chapter 1690 - 1340: A Moment’s Mistake (Part 2)

Chapter 1690: Chapter 1340: A Moment’s Mistake (Part 2)

Song Yansheng looked at him indifferently, and after a while, he said, "Some time ago, Nuannuan’s stepmother Li Guirong was arrested. She confessed to forcing Nuannuan’s mother, my mother-in-law Xu Hua, to her death. However, it was not detailed in public statements. I had Chi Rui investigate the interrogation records and found a recording of Li Guirong’s conversation with Nuannuan. Li Guirong admitted that she had told Xu Hua that the man she spent a night with before returning to the country was not her husband. Xu Hua, unable to bear the shame and afraid that Li Guirong would expose everything, ruining the Xu Family’s reputation and harming her daughter, chose to die willingly..."

Liao Qinghe’s brows furrowed.

Song Yansheng: "During Li Guirong’s subsequent interrogation, she admitted to once following Shi Yuanbo abroad, deceiving Shi Yuanbo who was supposed to go meet his wife, drugging Xu Hua until she was delirious, and later, you met her, noticing she resembled Xu Jing slightly, treating it as a chance encounter and taking her away..."

Liao Qinghe’s face turned ugly.

He already understood what Song Yansheng was going to say next.

Sure enough, Song Yansheng spoke again: "Li Guirong forced Xu Hua to her death and has now been punished. Currently, the person Nuannuan hates the most is the one who defiled her mother’s purity, namely—you, Mr. Liao. So Sister Wen sent you to us... No, much more than that, Sister Wen, to quell my anger, even sent Xu Jing before you...

She wants you to know that the reason Xu Jing left you for so many years, not even daring to return when her sister died, neglecting her only niece... is because the man she once cared for destroyed her sister’s life, and even ruined her own life..."

Liao Qinghe’s complexion turned pale little by little, and after a moment, he let out a laugh, looking at Song Yansheng, asking, "So what?

Now that I’m here, Mr. Song, how do you plan to punish me to avenge your mother-in-law and calm the fury of your beloved young wife, hm?"

Song Yansheng furrowed his brows deeply, then said, "No, I didn’t plan to punish you. I also hope that Nuannuan will never know that the man was you..."

Liao Qinghe was taken aback.

Song Yansheng looked at him and said, "The reason you came looking for Xu Jing so resolutely is because Sister Wen manipulated you. You think she has no feelings for you, don’t you?"

Liao Qinghe’s brows furrowed, indeed, Song Yansheng hit the nail on the head.

He still remembered yesterday, when he and Wen Biyue returned to the hotel intending to enter together, Wen Biyue blocked his way.

He was puzzled when Wen Biyue calmly said, "Xu Jing has appeared, now she’s in America, and in a few hours, Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan will probably meet her..."

His heart trembled, but he suppressed his emotions, calmly saying, "What does that have to do with me?"

Wen Biyue smiled slightly and said, "Qinghe, do you know? You’re actually not very good at hiding things. All these years, you’ve never forgotten Xu Jing, right? Since that’s the case, you should go find her. You should know that I won’t stop you..."

Liao Qinghe pressed his lips, saying, "I don’t want to discuss this with you right now. If you don’t want me here tonight, I can get a room next door..."

After finishing, he turned to leave, but Wen Biyue’s voice gently came at that moment.

She said, "Do you know why Xu Jing left America at that time?"

He halted his steps, turned to look at her, puzzled.

Originally, Xu Jing left, wasn’t it because her husband had an affair, she got divorced, and then left that sad place?

Or was there another reason?

Wen Biyue smiled, "If I say it’s because of you, would you believe it?"

Naturally, he wouldn’t believe it, but Wen Biyue’s subsequent words forced him to believe.

Wen Biyue said, "Fourteen years ago, in a hotel in America, you had a one-night stand with a woman who looked a lot like Xu Jing, didn’t you? Do you know who that woman was?"

...

Liao Qinghe couldn’t really describe his feelings at that moment. He desperately told himself that none of it was real, none of it.

But in fact, it was indeed true.

Fourteen years ago, he drank alcohol, planning to return to the hotel to rest, but inadvertently encountered a woman collapsed at the door in the hallway.

He intended to call the front desk but hesitated when he looked at the woman’s face.

Moreover, the woman’s face was flushed, as if drugged.

Her soft hand hooked around his neck, muttering. He couldn’t make out what she was saying.