"What did you say?! Ji Ying? Suicide?"

Song Yunyan was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. She frowned, accepted the reality in a daze, and immediately held Jiang Rongqing's hands hard.

Those slender and warm hands had no warmth at the moment, they were ice cold.

She added a little more strength, as if she wanted to use her own body temperature to warm him up.

"Just now, Acheng came in just to talk to you about this matter?"

she asked cautiously.

Jiang Rongqing's face was cold and gray. Although there was no sad expression, his eyes were filled with emptiness.

He held the woman's soft palm with his backhand, and said "hmm" in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

No matter how unbearable Ji Ying is, she is still his biological mother.

On the day he knocked down Ji Ying, she could feel his depression from the phone call. What's more, today, he really got the news of Ji Ying's death. How sad should he be?

Jiang Rongqing smiled hard and said hoarsely: "It's so difficult to give you a wedding. I don't want to ruin it and make you feel disappointed."

"What did you say!"

Song Yunyan felt sour and her eye circles immediately turned red.

Jiang Rongqing took another deep breath, curled her lips stiffly, and said to comfort her: "Don't cry, not only for you, but also for myself."

He said solemnly: "I am looking forward to this wedding and want to make it a success."

In the past, Jiang Rongqing cherished words like gold and liked to hide everything in his heart.

But now, he is willing to say everything clearly so as to avoid any misunderstandings with her.

The more Song Yunyan listened, the more moved he became, and the more he listened, the sadder he became.

She couldn't imagine how he had hidden the news of his mother's death in his heart in the past few hours, and then accompanied her to chat and laugh with the guests.

Sniffling, she forced back tears and asked with a choked voice: "Then what are you doing now..."

"Come with me to see her. After all, she is also your mother-in-law."

He said tiredly and hoarsely.

Song Yunyan's eyes were red and she just nodded vigorously.

The two didn't even return home. They changed into casual clothes in the hotel and drove to the police morgue.

It was cold and cold inside. Ji Ying was lying on the white cold bed, but her expression was peaceful and she didn't appear to be in any pain.

Song Yunyan always held the man's hand. Feeling that his fingers were curled up stiffly, she squeezed hard, trying to give him some strength.

He was much calmer than she expected. He only looked at Ji Ying's face for a few seconds before turning to ask the police: "How did she die?"

"suicide."

The policeman said apologetically: "It was our lax management that gave her an opportunity to take advantage of."

Nowadays, due to strict management in detention centers, it is difficult for prisoners to find opportunities to commit suicide.

In particular, Ji Ying has a special status and does not need to go out to work. She is kept in a separate room and is monitored by cameras at all times. How come...

Song Yunyan was just astonished when the police explained in a deep voice: "She did not have any sharp weapons that could be used to commit suicide. She covered her with a quilt at night and suffocated her to death."

Hearing this, Song Yunyan took a deep breath.

How firm of a belief in seeking death does one have to have to suffocate oneself to death?

"Did she meet anyone before she was alive?"

Jiang Rongqing was calmer than Song Yunyan. He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"Only one model, named Laison, came to see it."

The policeman replied thoughtfully.

"Layson?"

Jiang Rongqing's frown deepened for a moment. He felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

However, Song Yunyan's eyes lit up, she searched on her phone for a while, and showed the photo to the police, "Is it him?"

The policeman nodded.

Jiang Rongqing also saw the photo. The pretty girl in the picture had a delicate and feminine face. She was a young model whom Ji Ying dated and supported during her lifetime.

At first, he wanted to give Song Yunyan a diamond ring, and he met Ji Ying in a jewelry store taking him to choose jewelry.

His face suddenly darkened a bit, he pursed his thin lips tightly, and asked coldly: "What did he say to Ji Ying?"

Suspects like Ji Ying who have not yet been sentenced are not allowed to see their families, but can only see their defense lawyers.

But this little model named Laison came to meet him disguised as a paralegal.

The police officers quickly found out and drove him away without waiting for any words to be exchanged with Ji Ying.

"He said that he just missed his friendship with Ms. Ji in the past, so he had no other purpose for coming to see her. So, after being detained for one night, we let him go."

The police were concerned about Jiang Rongqing's face, so when they said this, they tried to sound as natural as possible.

"okay, I get it."

Jiang Rongqing's face was solemn, and she even did not forget her demeanor. She lightly curled her lower lips and shook hands with the police to say goodbye.

Seeing that he had no intention of making trouble, the police officers breathed a sigh of relief and carefully asked before he left: "Mr. Jiang, your mother's body-"

"I'll send someone to pick you up soon."

He still spoke in a steady voice without any fluctuations.

"Okay, thank you for understanding and cooperating with our work."

After the policeman finished speaking, he looked solemn at the end and said "Condolences" to him again.

Soon, Song Yunyan accompanied him and left the police station.

It was only a few steps, but they walked for a long time.

It wasn't until he came to the car that Jiang Rongqing's feet suddenly tilted and he was leaning against the car door, barely able to avoid falling down.

"Rong Qing!"

Song Yunyan called out urgently, and quickly came over, holding his arm to support him.

"I, I may not be able to drive anymore, so I need you to come."

Sweat appeared on his forehead, he looked at her, curled his lips and laughed self-deprecatingly, speaking hoarsely.

Song Yunyan's tears immediately fell and she nodded hurriedly, "Okay, you get in the car first, I'll drive, and we'll go home right away, okay?"

Jiang Rongqing didn't say any more, and just let her support him with one hand, opened the car door with the other, and put him firmly into the passenger seat.

Once he sat down, all the muscles in his body immediately relaxed, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

He closed his eyes and sat back in the car seat, but all he saw in front of him was Ji Ying's pale and cold face.

Very peaceful, like sleeping.

But……

Never wake up again.

He thought of all the uses she had made of him, but even more so when he was very young, when he was sick and hospitalized, she had stayed by his bedside all night, patting his body and singing him a lullaby softly.

When did she start to change?

He suddenly couldn't remember.

In the past, he only hated her because of his grandfather's death.

But now that she has passed away, he suddenly realizes that her attitude towards him is actually worthy of scrutiny.

After all, if she was only angry with him because of this unsatisfactory marriage, then she should have started to dislike him since she was a child, rather than suddenly changing later.

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sharp and filled with anger.
Chapter completed!