Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

That selfish woman finally realized her mistake in the end.

If it's not his own flesh and blood, why bother to make him better?

"When I was young, I was scalded by boiling water."

Jiang Beiyuan spoke softly.

"The nanny at home accidentally burned my arm while pouring water, and she beat the nanny without saying a word."

"That was the first time I saw her pulling someone by the hair and hitting someone. She didn't have the image of a lady in normal days."

"She said, my son is such a perfect person, there is absolutely no room for flaws."

"Soon she took me to do a scar repair. She said I was perfect and her most satisfied son. She hoped that I would always be perfect."

"I went to your home as a tutor and was bitten by your Tibetan mastiff. I didn't tell her about this. Apart from Beize, the people in the family still don't know why I am so afraid of dogs."

"Over the years, I hate her strict requirements for me, but I also understand that if she didn't have her pathologically strict requirements for me, there would be no me now."

"I—have never called her mother a few times since I was little."

Jiang Beiyuan spoke and remained silent.

Dark eyes, a little lingering light.

People always have many regrets.

Too late to make up, because time is waiting for no one.

"Husband, you still have me."

Yannian hugged him, rubbing his small chin against his shoulder.

"Remember, a long time ago, I was beaten by my mother. At that time, I didn't know that she was not my real mother. I was really sad. I don't understand why after my father passed away, she became a different look. No, I didn’t give her money, so she yelled at me, scolded me and beat me,"

"You followed me that day and told me, ‘Yan Nian, you still have me.’"

"I should have been moved by you since then."

"I feel that these words are too heavy. How can I, let the excellent you stay by my side."

Memories are painful and beautiful.

The summer breeze was soft that day, clusters of branches.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, with firm, gentle and imperceptible affection, his eyes were bent, and a large number of petals fell, and in front of him, the ten miles of flowers were declining.

She can't forget, nor is she willing to forget.

Fortunately, he was always there.

"Jiang Beiyuan."

The more she thought about it, the more she moved her face, she lifted his face and leaned her forehead against him.

The wind blowing at this moment and the intertwined cicada cries were not as gentle as her in the night.

"Remember, no matter what happens, you still have me."

...

The next day was Jiang Lei's death.

At the same time, it is also the day when Pei Jinling should be placed.

After all, Jiang Beiyuan told Jiang Guoteng about this matter.

Sooner or later I have to say.

This old man who has been married twice, has three sons, and has experienced vicissitudes of life, stood in front of Jiangbeiyuan's house, holding his wife's ashes, crying.

"I'm sorry for her... I didn't even know that she had AIDS..."

Jiang Guoteng blamed himself in pain.

He hated her a lot, why she couldn't cleanse her body better before she was alive, but hate it again. He found out too late. Many things should be cut quickly when they show signs, otherwise the more you delay, you will only miss and lose.

"Sorry."

Jiang Beiyuan patted Jiang Guoteng on the shoulder, then looked at the two bodyguards.

"You take the master to the cemetery first, I'll wait for the past."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Guo whirled in tears.

"Go ask something, I'll rush over quickly."