Later, when she learned that Shen Qian and her mother had left the city, she sighed in relief but also found it laughable. However, less than a month later, she received devastating news: Shen Qian had a car accident and was in critical condition. She went crying to confront her mother. Mrs. Hu was also shocked, “Didn’t I tell that man to stop? They’ve left the city!” Mrs. Hu quickly made a call, and the answer confirmed it was indeed their doing. Those criminals were desperate for jobs.
Mrs. Hu was also in disarray, grabbing Nan Nan’s arm, stuttering nervously, “Nan Nan, act like you know nothing about this, understand?”
“Mom, you’re the murderer, and I’m the accomplice.” Nan Nan clenched her mouth, trying not to let her stomach churn more violently. She wanted to vomit, to expel everything she knew from her system.
Mrs. Hu, frustrated, pulled at her hair, “Don’t worry about this, I’ll handle it.”
She didn’t say anything, stumbled back to her room, and didn’t come out for three days. When she finally did, she was a bit off, visited a psychiatrist, and was diagnosed with severe depression. After half a year of treatment, seeing her still gloomy, her father sent her to France to study design.
After all those years of healing, when she returned and saw this woman again, she couldn’t let it go. She just wanted to keep distancing herself from them. Seeing Shen Qian was about to find happiness, it was ultimately the sins she and her mother had committed that destroyed her…
For some reason, Nan Nan stared intently at Shen Qian’s figure as she got into a taxi and, without any reason, followed her. Perhaps out of curiosity to see what a desperate woman would do, or perhaps out of a guilty conscience, fearing this pregnant woman might do something foolish. Anyway, Nan Nan started her car and followed the taxi.
Shen Qian went to the market, bought many vegetables, planning dishes she knew You Ran and Shen Mu loved, not forgetting herself. After buying everything, she remembered something special – the yellow croaker noodles, perhaps the favorite of both her and You Ran. She went to the shop and said to the owner, “Boss, two bowls of yellow croaker noodles, please.”
