Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 891 - 337: If the Years Could Turn Back (Part 6)

Chapter 891: Chapter 337: If the Years Could Turn Back (Part 6)

6:00 a.m.

When Lin Zongjun got up for his morning exercise, he saw Lin Chu sitting under a tree in the yard.

Surprised, he asked, "Xiao Chu, why are you sitting here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Chu seemed to have finally found a support. Tears suddenly rolled down her face, her voice choked, "Dad..."

With this term of address, she couldn’t utter another word.

Lin Zongjun walked over quickly. Looking at his daughter’s red-rimmed eyes, he was very distressed.

"Although the weather has warmed up, the temperature is still very low in the morning and evening. You came home, why didn’t you go inside?"

He thought Lin Chu had come back early in the morning, not knowing that she hadn’t slept all night.

At the hospital, when Lu Huai’an left without looking back, she was like an abandoned child, unable to find her way home.

"Lu Huai’an’s mother passed away, and they all think it’s me, but Dad, I really didn’t."

Lin Chu hugged her father, the tears she had held back all night streamed out, her low sobs full of grievance.

She explained incoherently, "I was just standing there, I wanted to pull them up, not push. Mrs. Lu was very good to me, how could I push her down the stairs?"

The sudden bad news made Lin Zongjun’s eyes heavy.

Although his daughter wasn’t clear, he could roughly understand.

In other words, Song Jingyuan died due to unsuccessful rescue after an accident, but the Lu Family believed it was her fault.

Lin Zongjun gently patted his daughter’s back, "Don’t cry, Dad believes you. Let’s go inside, you eat something, and then Dad will take you to the Lu Family to explain."

No one knows his daughter’s temperament better than he does.

Lin Chu looked up, tears glistening on her cheeks, staring unblinkingly at her father, "But, but why doesn’t Lu Huai’an believe me?"

Her eyes were clear and hopeful, as if this was the blade that tormented her all night.

Lin Zongjun’s gaze fell on his daughter’s cheek, where a slap mark was still clearly visible. His dark eyes suddenly became serious, "Who hit you?"

He cherished his daughter in his palms, even if she made a big mistake, he couldn’t bear to hit her with a slap.

The heaviest punishment was on the day she came home covered in wounds.

The whip lashed across her body, causing pain in his heart.

Just like how Lin Zongjun couldn’t answer Lin Chu’s question, she didn’t answer her father’s question either, her voice choked and mumbled, "Dad... am I wrong?"

If she hadn’t forced Lu Huai’an to marry her, Shen Weiyi might never have known about that matter, and Mrs. Lu wouldn’t have died so early.

All of this started because of her.

Lin Zongjun knew what his daughter was referring to, his gentle face showing a complex expression, "In adult matters, there’s no right or wrong. If you think it’s right, then it won’t be wrong."

...

In the Lin Family Villa.

Lin Chu sat at the dining table with a bowl of porridge in front of her, almost cold, but she hadn’t taken a sip.

She just sat mechanically on the chair, her head lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Zongjun changed his clothes and walked down from the second floor, looking at his daughter stuck in a corner she couldn’t escape, the wrinkles on his brow deepening.

He instructed the servant, "Pour another bowl for Miss," then he spoke to his daughter in a gentle voice, "Xiao Chu, eat as much as you can, then Dad will go with you to the Lu Family."

What happened has happened, and it’s beyond saving.

Human life is the most important, but he cannot let his daughter suffer injustice.

Lin Chu just nodded mechanically.

The weather in April was already very warm, but her hands and feet were cold.

Like a movie replayed, various scenes continuously flickered before her eyes.

Song Jingyuan falling down the stairs, bright red blood flowing everywhere...

Lu Zhengmao warning her with a tone of hatred and resentment, and his harsh slap on her face, burning with pain.

Then, those scenes stopped at Lu Huai’an’s indifferent eyes.

When he looked at her like that, all the beauty of the world seemed to disappear.

A hole of pain appeared in her heart, doused with alcohol, raw and torn.

...

Someone was pressing the doorbell urgently, it was Lin Zongjun’s assistant.

After the servant opened the door, the assistant rushed into the dining room without even changing shoes.

Anxiously, he said, "Chairman, I couldn’t reach you by phone, so I came here. Here’s the situation, the Lu Family suddenly withdrew their investment at six in the morning! Now the company is in chaos, and the board members are all in the conference room waiting for you to come and take charge."