Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 681 There is nothing in the world, the medicine of regret

After being silent for a long time, Murong Simiao finally said, "Actually, it's all my fault. If I hadn't been capricious, if I hadn't left in a fit of anger, my mother might not have become like this. If it wasn't for looking for me, maybe my mother wouldn't be like this. I won’t die, it’s all because of me…”

Wu Wenhua stood up quickly when he heard the words, choked up and said, "No, it's not your fault, it's my fault, all of this is because of me, I shouldn't doubt Meier, and I shouldn't suspect that you are not my son, My biggest mistake was that I shouldn't have sold you to that white-bearded old man..."

Old man with white beard?Murong Simiao looked at Wu Wenhua in disbelief, "So, you are the one who sold me?" He felt very strange at the time, where he usually sleeps soundly, why was he given to him by traffickers that day? It was Wu Wenhua who found out and sold him, and co-authored all of this.

Wu Wenhua nodded heavily, his guts are green with regret now, if time can be turned back, he will definitely not do such a beastly thing, he will definitely take Simiao back to reunite with Meier.

But it's too late to say anything now, things have already happened, "I'm sorry, Simiao, I'm sorry."

He knew it was useless to say what he said now, he didn't expect Simiao to forgive him, he just hoped that after he told all the things, he would feel better, even if Murong Simiao beat and scolded him, he would not fight back.

"Go away, you are not qualified to kneel in front of my mother's tombstone, and you are not qualified to beg my forgiveness." Murong Simiao yelled angrily, "You go far away, I don't want to see you again in the future."

Wu Wenhua burst into tears, he really didn't mean it, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Apart from being sorry, he didn't know what to say to describe his mood at the moment.

"Do you think you can make up for what you did wrong with a few sorrys?" Murong Simiao yelled hysterically, "Get out, get out of here, get out of here immediately, I don't want to see you again."

Wu Wenhua still had no plans to leave, kneeling in front of Qian Simmei's grave, crying like a child.

"You're not going, are you? Okay, I'll go." Murong Simiao said angrily, turned around, wiped the tears from his face, and walked towards Ning Xuan.

Suddenly one hand grabbed Simiao's clothes, it was Wu Wenhua who was full of tears, begging Murong Simiao, "Simiao, can you go back with me? You are from the Wu family, you You should recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors. You come back with me, and I will immediately take you back to your hometown, to the ancestral hall of the Wu family, and worship the ancestors of the Wu family..."

Before Wu Wenhua finished speaking, Murong Simiao interrupted in a cold voice, "If you want to ask me what the most shameful thing is, it is that your blood is flowing in my body. If I can choose, I don't want you to be like this. Father."

Murong Simiao forcefully pushed away Wu Wenhua's hand that was holding onto his clothes, and trotted away.

Wu Wenhua accidentally fell to the ground, tears poured down, stretched out his hand, looked at Murong Simiao's back, "Simiao, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Murong Simiao took Doctor Ning's hand, "Doctor Ning, let's go!"

Now he knows everything he should know and what he shouldn't know. Wu Wenhua will be a stranger to him from now on. He will never recognize him as his father, never will.

(End of this chapter)