Those sharp, stern eyes almost penetrated her pupils.

The man in front of Ye Jiaqi was like a furious lion, cold-blooded and ruthless.

He looked down at her with a gloomy face, like the sky before a storm in June.

Dark, no daylight.

The wound was opened and blood dripped.

Ye Jiaqi was frightened, his legs went weak and he almost fell.

Her hands were shaking, shaking violently.

There was incredible fear and anxiety in his watery eyes, his blood was flowing backwards, and his lips were pale.

She knew about the massacre in Beijing more than 20 years ago...

That night, Josnian's mother Qin Qing took everyone from Qiao's house to the summer resort for vacation.

It is summer and the weather is hot.

It was also that night that the Qiao family experienced a disaster.

All the servants and bodyguards in Qiao's house were killed. Qin Qing escaped by hiding in a secret passage in a secret room. However, he later suffered from severe depression and committed suicide by jumping into a lake a few years later.

Five-year-old Fang Ya was also violated in that accident. From then on, she became mentally distorted and never saw the light of day.

Josnian was able to save his life because he was not at the summer resort that night.

This tragedy shocked the whole city.

To this day, the hearts of the Qiao family are still covered with a layer of haze and darkness.

This kind of darkness is a pain that cannot be erased at all.

It's like words carved on a stone that cannot be washed away.

And she knew that Meng Chen's father also died in that disaster.

Because of this incident, Josnian's temperament changed drastically and he became more and more taciturn.

She knows all this.

But now, Josnian suddenly told her that it was her grandfather who caused this disaster——

Ye Jiaqi felt like the world was shattering and he was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Why is this happening...

Why……

Ye Jiaqi's mind went blank for a moment, and Josnian's angry voice sounded in his ears.

Do you understand?

She understood.

Got it.

Ye Jiaqi's delicate body was trembling, panic and fear swept over her.

"Ye Jiaqi, Xiang Shaoguang was buried with him in that accident and died, but his son Xiang Hua, your father, escaped and took his family with him." Josnian said in a low voice, "Ye Jiaqi,

Come on, tell me, what else do you want to know, and I will tell you."

"I won't listen anymore, I won't listen anymore." Ye Jiaqi covered his ears and cried.

Despair and sadness filled his body.

She really didn't expect it to be like this.

She had thought of all the outcomes, but none of them were like this.

How could it be like this, how could it be like this...

Ye Jiaqi almost collapsed. She covered her ears and squatted down, crying bitterly.

Tears wet her arms and her skirt.

Her floral dress was stained with tears.

"Ye Jiaqi, don't you want to hear it? Are you looking for it? Why are you crying now? Huh? Can't bear it anymore?" Josnian looked down at Ye Jiaqi who was squatting on the ground.

She was like an innocent kitten, with her head buried in her knees and her hands covering her ears.

Her continuous cries echoed through the quiet conference room.

Her heart was filled with uncontrollable pain, and the pain could not be stopped no matter what.

Suddenly there was a line between her and Josnian, closely connected.

But this line is about hate, not love.

This line is stained with blood.

"Why is this happening..." Ye Jiaqi cried.

"Ha..." There was sadness in Josnian's eyes, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his expression did not change.
Chapter completed!