Ye Huanyan suddenly frowned when she heard the words' Jiang Meilan '.
In terms of seniority, Ling Han had to call Jiang Meilan 'Aunt Jiang.' And at this moment, putting aside the fact that he was being impolite, his question was also somewhat hard to fathom. Was his focus on the matter of Jiang Meilan's death or her feelings?
Perhaps it was because she was used to reading and understanding Ling Han's every move and every word that he said. His rather straightforward sentence now was full of danger in her eyes.
Ling Han slowed down the car and turned to look at her. His expression was calm, as if he was just asking casually.
"It feels like the sky is falling down on my shoulders," she answered honestly.
When Jiang Meilan was alive, she didn't have a good relationship with Ling Han, but she still had a good relationship with him. Usually, when he didn't eat at home, she would ask Ye Huanyan to pack food and send it to his place. During the holidays, she would also take the initiative to call him home for dinner.
Ye Huanyan selfishly felt that Ling Han didn't have any hatred for her mother. After all, her mother wasn't a mistress. Ling Dongming's original wife had died half a year ago before Jiang Meilan moved into the Ling family. It was difficult to be a stepmother. In her eyes, Jiang Meilan had already done her best.
Being able to make Ling Han properly call her 'Aunt Jiang' was already an incredible matter.
When Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan were in a car accident, the first person to receive the call was Ling Han. Ye Huanyan was in the company at that time, organizing documents in Ling Dongming's office. Ling Han called her and told her to take a taxi to the hospital and not to panic.
It was that sentence that made her feel that the sky wouldn't fall.
She didn't say this to Ling Han. At this moment, Ling Han's eyes were a little cold, as if he wasn't interested in her words. He asked indifferently, "What kind of person do you think your mother is?"
"My mother?" Ye Huanyan hesitated for a moment.
"My mom is a pretty good person. She might be a little vain, but she always bought branded bags for herself. She's a workaholic, and she's very passionate. She's good at dancing. I remember that Uncle Ling liked to play some music with my mom at home and dance with her. I bumped into them a few times, and it was quite awkward."
"I used to think that Ling Dongming was a pretty good person. He had brains, talent, and ambition. He managed Pleasure Company very well. When it was sent to me, it didn't take much effort. Some of the other branches and some of the rented shops were also very reliable. There have never been any legal disputes."
It was rare for Ling Han to speak so earnestly, which made Ye Huanyan a little uncomfortable. She followed his words and said, "Uncle Ling is indeed a very good person. He took me and my mother in and treated us very well …"
"What you see in front of you is not necessarily the truth." Ling Han suddenly glanced at her. "My father isn't a good person, so you shouldn't think that your mother is so good."
These words made Ye Huanyan frown. Did he have something against Jiang Meilan? Or was it against Ling Dongming?
She couldn't bear to destroy the rare harmonious atmosphere between her and Ling Han, so she held back her rebuttal and pursed her lips. "Everyone has two sides. No one is absolutely perfect in this world."
Ling Han frowned and gripped the steering wheel tightly, not saying anything.
After arriving at the company, Ling Han sat in his office and opened the drawer, revealing the photo on top of a stack of documents.
The innocent girl had a ponytail and was wearing a school uniform. There was a crack in the middle that was glued shut, but it wasn't perfect and couldn't be restored to its original appearance. The crack stretched from the top of the girl's head to her waist. It made people feel uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time.
Qiao Mu came in with a large stack of documents with a very serious expression. "President Ling, you asked me to investigate the driver who caused the accident. I did. That driver gambled and owed fifty to sixty thousand yuan to a black gambling den. He also got addicted to alcohol and hit his wife after drinking at home. Last year, his wife left with a rich man. Oh right, this driver has a lot of records of drunken driving and injuring people, but his ex-wife secretly found someone to settle it for him. It's quite strange."
Ling Han nodded. "So what happened back then was an accident, right?"
At the mention of this, Qiao Mu frowned.
"I was about to talk about this. I investigated this man's neighbors, and they all said that he was a man who didn't drink at all ten years ago. He was just an ordinary truck driver, but his income was not stable. His child had congenital heart disease, so he had been saving money for a heart bypass surgery for his child. Ten years ago, this driver injured someone while drunk and was detained for a period of time. After he was released, he operated on his child, but the child was unlucky. The operation failed and he died on the operating table. Later, this man became addicted to alcohol."
A strange expression appeared on Ling Han's face. "You said that this driver operated on his child after he was released from the detention center? Where did he get the money? "
"We haven't found anything yet. The man lives in an old alley. The neighbors around him are all older. Some of them don't have good memories, and some have moved away. That's all we've found. We came back to report to you immediately."
"Continue to investigate. Find out who paid for the operation."
Ling Han's face darkened bit by bit. He had a premonition that the results of the investigation would once again turn his life upside down.
Eleven years ago, Wen Qingwan was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her already weak body could not get out of bed for a long time, and she was unwilling to see people. For some reason, there was a period of time when she suddenly felt much better. The doctor said that this was the final radiance of the setting sun, and he told her family to be prepared.
Ling Han had not told Ling Dongming about his mother's cancer yet, so Ling Dongming rarely went home and worked overtime in the company every day. During that period of time, Wen Qingwan suddenly seemed to become a different person. Every day, she would carry a thermos to deliver lunch and dinner to him. It was also on that day when she was delivering dinner that she was hit by a small truck.
Originally, she did not have many days left, but in that instant, she passed away.
At Wen Qingwan's funeral, Ling Dongming cried very sadly. Everyone who came was very affected, including Ling Han. He felt that although his father did not seem to care much about his mother all these years, he probably still had very deep feelings for her in his heart. Growing up, this was the first time he had seen his imposing and dignified father cry like that. He could not bear to see it, so he decided to put away his previous thoughts of making him blame himself a little. In the end, he still told him about the cancer.
"My mother's stomach cancer was in the terminal stage. It was found out half a year ago, but I never told you. Although this car accident was an accident, the doctor also said that she won't make it through this month, so don't blame yourself too much."
After a brief moment of surprise, Ling Dongming cried even more heartbroken. After the funeral, he locked himself in his bedroom alone and did not leave the room for half a month.
At that time, Ling Han thought that his mother's lifetime of longing for him was not in vain. Unfortunately, his mother did not see it.
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