Peiying, who was in a deep sleep, heard her daughter's voice, and it was like a feather falling into her heart.

"Mother......"

Jiamei suppressed her excitement and whispered, "I am Jiamei, are you going to wake up? Can you hear me?"

Peiying's forehead was wrapped with thick gauze. She injured her head by jumping off a building, and the stitches have not been removed since she received several stitches.

She lay there for five whole days in a daze and was very weak.

Under Jiamei's expectation, Peiying slowly opened her eyes, and her daughter's outline gradually became clear from blur.

At this time, the ward door opened and Mo Fan came in.

"Mom, do you remember me?" Han Jiamei was particularly worried that she would lose her memory.

Mo Fan came quickly and asked, "Mom, are you awake?" He held Jiamei's shoulders happily, looked at the weak woman lying on the bed, and finally took his first breath of relief.

Peiying looked at her and then at Mo Fan, and the memory gradually came back to her mind.

"Mom! Do you remember me?" Oh, she was so anxious.

Peiying focused his eyes on her face again. The mother and daughter looked at each other, and the middle-aged woman's voice was thin, "...Jiamei."

He looked at the man beside him again and gently opened his lips, "...Mo Fan, I'm sorry for making you worry."

"It's good that I didn't lose my memory!" Han Jiamei patted her chest.

The next second, she spoke with some emotion, "I was scared to death by you. Why did you jump off the building? Didn't you plan to have me? My dad is not dead yet?"

"Jiamei!" Mo Fan squeezed her shoulders as a reminder, "It's a good thing that our mother woke up. She should be happy. Why are we still blaming her?"

Jiamei met her mother's gaze. Listening to Mo Fan's words, the tip of her nose felt sour. She was happy and aggrieved for her mother.

"Mom, how do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Peiying raised her hand slightly, "Ah..." She frowned in pain.

"Don't move!" Jiamei said to her, "You have a broken bone and your hands are tied with plasterboard."

Mo Fan went to pour a glass of warm water and got a straw, "Mom, drink some water, your lips are very dry."

She was indeed thirsty. She gently opened her mouth and held the straw in her mouth. She drank half a glass of water and felt that her entire throat felt much better.

"Mom, please get some rest." Mo Fan held Jiamei's hand, "I have good news to tell you that Mr. Jing is doing his best on Dad's matter and the evidence has been submitted."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble..." Peiying sighed, "I didn't mean to jump off the building, I didn't stand firm and accidentally fell."

Regardless of whether this is true or not, Han Jiamei and Mo Fan are willing to believe it.

I will stay with her and wait for her to recover.

Another five days have passed...

The news of Han Xiangyang's arrest continues to be hot, and his merits and demerits have become gossip online.

Yin Lihua has been executed, and everyone is celebrating this event.

In a large, cold villa on Wutong Road, the flowers and plants in the yard have long been untrimmed, and only Jin Ma and Yu Mengxi live there.

On weekdays, the two of them don't have much communication. Basically, Yu Mengxi doesn't talk, and she can stay silent all day long, tending to be a bit depressed.

"Yin Lihua is dead..."

At the dining table, Yu Mengxi picked up a glass of milk. The corners of her lips curled up, "It's so satisfying. I haven't been interrogated for three to five years."

When faced with questions about Yin Lihua, Jin’s mother usually doesn’t know how to reply.

So sensitive!

Because Yin Lihua is the father of the child in her belly.

Jin Ma was silent, and Yu Mengxi sneered, "It's a pity that she didn't die in my hands."

"Miss Yu." Jin's mother couldn't understand her mood, "Are you willing to give birth to this child because you want to use it as a talisman?"

Yu Mengxi, who had just taken a sip of milk, was slightly startled, raised her eyes and asked her, "What do you mean by this?"

Their eyes met, Jin's mother thought for a while and said, "The child is not very old and you are so young. Since you don't like it, why don't you get rid of it? Even if you go to jail, it won't lead to death."


Chapter completed!