I left, holding my daughter. Lu Ming looked at
me worriedly outside the ward. I understood
his concern, and I squeezed his hand tightly.
“Let’s go home.”
Han Xiaoxiao was arrested for attempted
murder. She allegedly knelt at the hospital
door, begging for Chen Yun’s forgiveness.
She reportedly begged him to sign a pardon,
saying she’d spend her life in prison if he
didn’t. But Chen Yun remained unyielding,
wanting her to serve her sentence. She
received a life sentence.
Six months later, Chen Yun was back in ICU,
his liver and gall bladder severely damaged.
The doctors issued a death notice. He called
me, wanting a final meeting with my daughter.
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“Su Qianqian, please! Let me see my
daughter one last time!” he cried.
I hung up and blocked his number. Two days
later, he died alone in the hospital. An old
friend handled the funeral and contacted me.
“Chen Yun left a will; he left ten thousand
dollars for the child.”
I paused. “Give the money to you.‘
