He had previously thought she understood her mistake and seemed relatively normal, but now he saw she was only slightly more normal, but her thought process was still somewhat unreliable.
But thinking again, he hadn’t done well either. Previously, because Jian Ning had offended President Qiao, he didn’t want to get involved, so he had always acted like he didn’t know her. At most, he used connections to keep her under observation, sending medication daily and casually checking her psychological condition.
Thinking about it, he felt guilty: “I’m sorry.”
As long as it wasn’t an affair, Jian Ning breathed a sigh of relief. Her attention was completely focused on this.
Traversing was already miserable enough. A good career, house, car, fame, and savings were all gone, and not only that, but I was also deeply in debt and confined to a mental hospital.
She didn’t want to be pointed at and scolded for having poor moral character again.
After thinking it over, Jian Ning suddenly realized and said: “I should be the one apologizing, for wildly guessing based on a single sentence. That was completely inappropriate.”
Cheng Yi was stunned, suddenly remembering that before that incident, Jian Ning was just a child who probably hadn’t even heard about it.
Two years ago, the Jian family patriarch was still alive, the family hadn’t gone bankrupt, and Jian Ning was still a willful young lady naive to the ways of the world.
If he hadn’t broken off the engagement in advance, given the friendship between the Cheng and Jian families, unlike the Qiao family who stood by and did nothing, they would have done their best to help, and the Jian family patriarch might not have died from anger.
But there are no “ifs” in life. Back then, the Jian family’s young lady had a “notorious reputation”, and he was young and impulsive. What was missed was missed.
He should bear some responsibility.
Cheng Yi thought about it and decided to tell her and apologize sincerely.
Just as he was about to speak, the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open.
Qiao Yu stood at the doorway with an expressionless face.
“…”
Both of them looked up. Cheng Yi’s expression darkened, swallowing the words he was about to say, standing up casually with a slight smile, greeting Qiao Yu.
