Visa On Arrival Chapter 43
byYou’ve already planned it, right?
In the living room of the Ruan family’s old house, all the lights were not turned on, only a floor lamp in the sofa area was turned on.
The halo of light was dim and blurred the outlines of people’s faces.
Ruan Zhenchuan was sitting on the single sofa with a cup of tea in his hand. He didn’t drink it, he just held it.
On the bench opposite sat his two daughters.
Ruan Jing’s eyes were red and swollen, and she had just cried;
Ruan Tian was holding a tissue at the moment, twisting his fingertips until they turned white.
“Dad.” Ruan Tian spoke first, his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, “We can’t just forget about Yihuai. He is a good person, how come… someone must have harmed him. It must be the person named Xu,…”
“That’s enough.” Ruan Zhenchuan’s voice was not loud, but the living room fell silent instantly.
Ruan Tian choked, glanced at his father, and then lowered his head.
Ruan Zhenchuan didn’t look at her. He put the tea cup on the coffee table, and the porcelain made a very light sound when it hit the wood.
Ruan Jing remained silent. She sat at the other end of the bench, far away from Ruan Tian, separated by two people’s distance.
She was wearing a black cashmere cardigan, her hair was pulled up casually, there was no makeup on her face, and the bruises under her eyes could not be covered.Chen Rong had been gone for six months, and she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep.
“Sister.” Ruan Tian turned to her and softened his tone, “Sister, please say something to me. Yihuai… no matter how wrong he is, he should not be killed. Even if the car accident is related to him, it is a matter that the court should deal with. How could…”
“Is it related to you?” Ruan Jing finally spoke, turning her head to look at Ruan Tian.
That look made Ruan Tian swallow all the words he said later.
It was the calm after extreme disappointment.
“Xiaotian,” Ruan Jing said, “your husband hired someone to kill my daughter.”
Ruan Tian’s lips trembled.”Xu Xingci threatened him to do that, and there was nothing he could do…”
“Do you believe it?”
Ruan Tian stopped talking. Of course she didn’t believe it, she just didn’t want to believe it.
The living room was quiet for a long time.
The old clock on the wall was ticking, and the second hand was jumping, as if someone was counting the time.
“Even if…” Ruan Tian finally spoke again, his voice was so low that he seemed to be talking to himself, “Even if he participated, even if he did that kind of thing…then he should go to jail if he should, and if he should be sentenced, he should be sentenced. How could…how could someone kill him? He is my husband, sister, he is my husband!”
The last sentence was almost shouted.
Ruan Jing fluttered her eyelashes but did not cry. She had shed all her tears in the past six months, leaving only bones.
“Xiao Rong is also my daughter.” She stood up suddenly, and the chair scraped on the ground with a harsh sound.
She stared at Ruan Tian, her chest heaving violently, and tears finally fell, flowing down her cheeks and into her neck.
“You hate me?” Ruan Tian said, his voice trembling, “You hate me? So you think Yihuai deserves to die, and do you think Rongrong can survive if he dies?”
“I don’t hate you. I should have known when you forced him to marry you.” Ruan Jing interrupted her with a calm tone, “I can’t sit with you anymore.”
She stood up and picked up the bag on the sofa.The movement is slow and steady.
Ruan Tian was stunned, “Sister.”
“Ruan Tian.” Ruan Jing turned her back to her, and her voice was as soft as a feather falling on the water. “When your husband died, you were very sad. When my daughter died, I was also very sad. But we are different. Your sadness is clean. My sadness contains the names of your family.”
“Perhaps Qi Yihuai has harbored a grudge against Xiao Rong for a long time. The family needs an heir, and you happen to be infertile. You must have planned it early.” After Ruan Jing finished speaking, she walked towards the door.
Ruan Tian stood there, “Sister, how can you slander him.”
She turned to look at Ruan Zhenchuan, hoping to find a little support, a little retention, a little… from him.
Ruan Zhenchuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
“Dad!” Ruan Tian’s voice became shrill, “You just let her go? You just don’t care? You should say something!”
Ruan Zhenchuan put down his teacup and asked, “What did you say?”
Ruan Tian was speechless by these three words.
The door is closed.
Ruan Jing’s footsteps got farther and farther in the corridor, and finally disappeared into the night outside the door.
Ruan Tian stood there for a long time, then slowly squatted down next to the sofa, buried his face in his knees, and let out a suppressed, broken cry.
Ruan Zhenchuan did not look at her and picked up the cup of cold tea again.
Tea was bitter, he always knew.
Ruan Tian also left later. He didn’t say hello to Ruan Zhenchuan when he left. He just picked up his bag, wiped his tears and walked out the door without looking back.
The living room finally became completely quiet.
Ruan Zhenchuan was sitting alone on the sofa, the light was still on, he had finished drinking the tea, and there were a few stretched tea leaves left at the bottom of the cup.
The wind picked up outside the window and rustled the old locust trees in the house.Autumn is really coming to an end.
Banxia novel, a lot of fun