Mysterious Adorable Wife, Where To Escape

The memories that had been sealed for five years, at the same time the tears in her eyes flowed down, seemed to flow back in time as they appeared one by one in the sea of her chest —

Twelve years ago —

The West Dollar 1998. In a hospital in Taipei City's center.

When Ye Yi Hang arrived at the hospital, all he saw were two cold corpses. Seeing his mother lying on the cold bed, Ye Yi Hang's mind almost went blank.

Today was Ye Yi Hang's 19th birthday. He originally planned to have a happy birthday with his parents, but didn't expect that the day he had to bitterly wait for would be his father's lucky day.

A taxi, on its way home, directly hit the car his father was driving. The car and the taxi were both badly deformed from the huge impact. His parents died on the spot, and the taxi driver was seriously injured. Not long after he was sent to the hospital, he died in a desperate attempt to save his parents.

His father, Ye Yang, was not only in Taipei, he could even be said to be one of the few rich people in Asia. His father, Ye Yang, was one of the few rich people in Taipei, and could be said to be one of the few rich people in Asia.

Ye Yi Hang looked at his parents' cold bodies. At this moment, his mood could not be described with words. He only felt as if a knife was ruthlessly cutting through his heart. It was so painful that he could not speak.

Today was his nineteenth birthday. Before his parents left, he even said that he would return early to spend a happy birthday with him. He still remembered his mother's instructions before she left, but never thought that his parents' instructions before they left became his life's farewell.

Thinking of this, Ye Yi Hang clenched his hands tightly without a sound. His nails dug deep into his heart, causing the blood on his palm to flow with strange runes. In the young man's eyes, there was no pain or hatred.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his agitated heart. He turned around and asked the butler who had come with him to the hospital, "Uncle Lin, what happened to that hit-and-run driver?"

"Young Master, the police have already determined that the cause of the accident was due to drunk driving." Uncle Lin saw the pain in the young man's eyes and could not bear it any longer. He couldn't help but sigh. "However, the driver died not long after he was sent to the hospital. He died just because the rescue was ineffective."

"He's dead. Ha, if he dies, will he be able to accompany my mother and father?" The youth's deep eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and his eyes revealed the ruthlessness of a teenager, "He drove when he was drunk, yet he accompanied my mother and father's two lives. Does he think that he can finish him off once he dies? Uncle Lin, is there anyone else in the family of this hit-and-run driver? " Suddenly, Shen Yuhang asked in confusion.

The ruthlessness in Ye Yi Hang's eyes made the old manager shudder. He couldn't figure out what the young master, who had watched him grow up, was thinking, "The wife of the driver who caused a heart attack a few days ago, passed away. Now, only her daughter is left behind, and because there's no one to look after her, she has been sent to a orphanage."

"He has a daughter. He has a daughter." Suddenly, Ye Yi Hang turned his head, looking at Uncle Lin with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Yes, he also has a daughter. I heard that she's only nine years old." Uncle Lin thought for a moment before replying.

The corner of Pu Rui's mouth slightly curled up into a cruel smile. On the well-defined surface, it seemed to be somewhat distorted at this moment, "Fine, it seems that he died in the accident. Fine, I will make his own daughter pay for the debt of blood. I will use the pain of her life to comfort my parents."

Because of the tragedy caused by this accident, Ye Yi Hang's entire life had changed dramatically. A happy young man lost both his parents within one day. At the same time, because of this decision, Ye Yi Hang's life had crashed into another person, entangled with his life, and was also a life of sorrow and joy.

In a simple welfare home in Taipei.

The nine year old Shen Qing Er sat alone on the autumn stand. Her pretty face was like a red apple under the bright sunlight, and she could not help but want to take a bite out of it. At this moment, she was gazing into the distance, as though she was thinking about something.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, your father has let you down, your father …" I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore. After I leave, you … We must live well. "