Jin Shanshan helped Zhou Sicheng clean his body, carefully dressed him, and covered the corner of his blanket before saying, "I've complained about you for so many years. In the end, it's only because of jealousy. Actually, if you think about it carefully, there's nothing wrong …"

Her gaze was fixed on Zhou Sicheng. Twenty-five years had passed, but her affection for him had not changed.

"At the end of the day, it's just our choice. Brother Sicheng loves you desperately, while I love him desperately. As he walked to this world, he could only blame Fate for causing trouble, and who could he really blame? I grew up with him, but I can't compare to your four years of college. Knowing that your heart belongs to you, go or foolishly stay by your side, looking forward to you looking back and smiling, changing love. And I, even more foolish, knew that he didn't like me even though I was with him for eighteen years, but I still spent twenty-five years by his side. In my entire life, my family has been at odds with each other, and I have never loved anyone. All of this has always been my retribution. "

Jin Shanshan's eyes turned red, but she stubbornly held the fog in her eyes, stubbornly not letting the fragile sparkle fall down.

Gu En'en's heart ached from what she said.

Destiny seemed to have been decided early in the morning. They were all tricked by fate and fell into this turntable. They were confused. They threw aside everything and wanted to make a decision for themselves. Looking back, they were filled with sorrow and mess.

Too many things were lost and too many people were injured.

"You don't have to worry too much about your father's side. I can help him, so I definitely won't let him go."

Gu En'en said.

"Thank you." As Jin Shanshan said this, she was filled with affection for Gu En'en.

For the past 25 years, apart from occasionally writing in magazines and earning a small amount of money to barely make ends meet, she was truly helpless towards the Jin family.

Her father was old, and she didn't want him to be miserable for tens of thousands of years.

"Between us, I won't help you say'thank you '."

…

When he returned, Ji Feifan drove while Gu En'en leaned softly against the car seat, his heart sour and his eyes astringent.

"I contacted a well-known expert from abroad, and they flew over to treat him years later." The atmosphere in the car was very depressing. Ji Feifan, who hadn't opened his mouth since he entered the hospital, finally said.

"Yes." Gu En'en only replied softly.

"Ji Group has a project recently. I'll have Feili hand it over to the Jin family."

"Yes."

How many people want to break through the head-to-head crowd in Ji Group's project shows how profitable a project can be. If the Jin Clan could grasp it, then they would be able to turn around.

"Uncle Ji hasn't been well lately. Let's go back and see him today."

Gu En'en suddenly said as he was about to reach the fork of the road.

Ji Feifan turned around and changed paths.

The Ji Clan's mansion.

This house had lived for three generations.

Looking at the familiar buildings and the familiar decorations, Gu En'en's heart couldn't calm down for a moment.

Grandpa Ji died thirteen years ago. Before he died, he had left her alone to speak.

He said that the most regrettable thing in his life was not seeing his great-great-granddaughter, nor did he see her return to the Ji family as the granddaughter-in-law of the Ji family.

Grandpa Ji was the only person in the Ji Clan that Gu En'en could not ignore. Grandpa had loved her from the first moment she entered the Ji Clan. Even after she lost her memory and divorced Ji Feifan, he stood on her side and considered for her. Facing such a respected elder, she should have helped him fulfill his wish before he died. However, Gu En'en had no way of ignoring his own heart and Ji Feifei's return.

She would never be able to forget that scene. Grandpa Ji sighed helplessly and slowly closed his eyes …

Whenever he thought of that scene, Gu En'en's heart felt as if it was being overwhelmed.

She didn't know if she was right or wrong.

He stubbornly stuck to his heart. Even though it was constantly beating for Ji Feifan, it was still unable to convince him to forget his daughter's disappearance and Zhou Sicheng, who was lying on the hospital bed.

Ji Feifan parked his car and walked to her side. Seeing her staring at the entrance of the Ji Clan with a dazed expression, he said softly, "Go in."

In the Ji Clan's mansion, Ji Feili's 15-year-old son, Dong Dong, was playing games in the living room.

Dongdong was the only grandson of the Ji Clan.

Twenty-five years ago, Ji Feili had a big hole in his heart about Angie. He was depressed for a while and stayed abroad for six years before he came back.

Ji Feifan swore that apart from Gu En'en, he would never marry again. Moreover, Gu En'en was injured and could no longer have children. Therefore, all hope of inheriting the incense fell on Ji En'en. Under the threat of Old Master Ji, Mr. Ji, and Mrs. Ji's persuasion, he only agreed to a marriage one year later.

The other party was the daughter of a noble family. She was well-educated and reasonable, and her temperament was outstanding. However, after three years of marriage, the two of them had never had children.

The two of them had their bodies examined countless times. They had tried all kinds of methods, but none of them worked. In the end, they had no choice but to go abroad and become test-tube babies. Only then did they finally have their own children.

When Old Master Ji died, it coincided with the child's first birthday.

Now, in the blink of an eye, the little swaddling baby was also fifteen years old, a big child.

"Uncle." Seeing Ji Feifan, Dongdong hurriedly greeted him.

The person Dongdong admired the most was not his father, Ji Feili, but his uncle, Ji Feifan.

He had been determined to be as handsome as Uncle ever since he was young, and when Mr. Ji knew what he was thinking, he strongly agreed.

From the beginning, Old Master Ji, the Ji Clan was the number one clan in the wealthy area, so they couldn't lose their roots. He and Feili were both in business, and there was only one extraordinary person in the army. He only had a daughter who had been missing for many years. If it weren't for Dong Dong joining the army, the Ji Clan's military power inheritance in the wealthy area would have been broken.

"Auntie Gu." Seeing Gu En'en, Dong Dong bowed politely.

"Big brother, Sister Gu." Dongdong's mother, Zhang Ting, walked up and greeted the two of them.

"Let's come back to see Dad."

Ji Feifan said.

"Dad is upstairs. I'll take you there."

At seventy-eight years old, Mr. Ji's body was not as healthy as Old Master Ji's back then. Even if he had plenty of supplements to replenish his body, his body would still slowly decline.

Recently, he caught a cold and coughed intermittently for more than half a month.

He was currently lying on the bed. Seeing Ji Feifan and Gu En'en, he signaled for Mrs. Ji to help him up.

Normally, Mrs. Ji paid great attention to maintenance, taking care of himself internally and externally, maintaining himself very thoroughly. Now, at 70 years old, he looked to be only around 60 years old.

Her temperament did not change with the passage of time, but still carried some acerbity and typical Obasanjo.

"Extraordinary, let's go home with En'en this New Year."

"This" Ji Feifan looked at Gu En'en.

Gu En'en did not say anything.

She and Ji Feifan got divorced. In the end, she was not a member of the Ji family. Moreover, Mrs. Ji had always been unable to get along with her. There was no need for her to find trouble with each other when they were reunited in the New Year.

Mr. Ji had lived for so long. He knew what Gu En'en was thinking and said, "En'en, I'm old. In these two years, this illness has always been recurring. I don't know how much longer I can last. When I'm still alive, you guys come back and talk to me more. At that time, I'll be able to close my eyes peacefully."

"Uncle Ji, it's not that I don't want to spend the New Year with you." Gu En'en explained, "My parents are coming to S City for the New Year this year. I haven't seen them for a long time and want to accompany them."

'When are they coming back?' asked Mr. Ji.

"Tomorrow."

'"They have been free and easy these past few years. Seven years ago, after your father retired, he and your mother traveled around the world. Your family hasn't seen each other for a long time. Now that they are coming to S City for the New Year, you really should accompany them more. When my body is slightly better, I'll be the host and give them a welcome."

"Yes."

"…"

After that, they casually chatted for a while. After Ji Feili returned and had dinner together, Gu En'en and Ji Feifan left the Ji family.

When the two of them left, Ji Feili had sent them out.

Perhaps because he had experienced too many emotional twists and turns in the past few years, he was not even fifty years old yet. However, Hua Fa had a lot of hair, and his mental state was inferior to Ji Feifan, who had hit him at the age of seven.

"Brother, be careful on your way."

"Yes."

Perhaps she had seen a lot of people today, and she was deeply touched. On the way home, Gu En'en sounded the day Angie died …

After his daughter disappeared, Ji Feifan had been mobilizing all of his strength to search for her. When he found Angie in B City, eight months had passed since his daughter disappeared.

The day they found her, the afternoon of B City was filled with infiltration, lightning and thunder, accompanied by a downpour of rain, falling on the chaotic city.

When Ji Feifan entered the hotel room with her, Angie was sitting on the bed. She was dressed to the extreme. His legs were covered in bruises and his bed was in a mess. It was precisely because he had just experienced a soul-stirring affair.

Seeing the two of them, Angie didn't seem to be shocked at all.

She leisurely lit a cigarette for herself. Her slightly swollen red lips opened and she spat out a cigarette ring.

The fluttering white smoke rings gradually grew larger and thinner. Finally, they slowly dispersed and disappeared into the heavy atmosphere.

Seeing Angie again, Gu En'en hurriedly rushed forward and asked sternly, "Where is my daughter? Where did you take my daughter? She was just born and I didn't even have time to look at her. Give her back to me …"

As she spoke, she cried.

No mother doesn't know how much pain it hurts to lose her daughter to a mother.

She had worked hard to conceive in October and had exhausted all her effort. She had finally expected a new life to arrive, but before she could even look at her, she was carried away.

During those eight months, Gu En'en had never closed his eyes one day.

Her daughter disappeared, and something happened to Zhou Sicheng. The two most important people in her life were killed at the same time. It was as if her entire body had been instantly hollowed out. Every day was like a year, and her life was like a walking corpse …

Gu En'en would never forget the cold look in Angie's eyes.

Her red lips curled up slowly, carrying with them dense mockery and schemes. The coldness in her eyes was even more chilling than the ruthless rain outside the house.