Chapter 1682: Destiny (3)

Zeng Hui's heart was moved and regretted.
On the same day, she saw that Rong He hadn't contacted her for more than a week, so she became sensitive and suspicious. She came to Huang Man's house and saw that she had taken off the shirt he had mended for him in Huang Man's room, and Sun Yan was lying on the bed. He is holding a name called Ronghe.
She was anxious and left in a hurry.
In fact, Sun Yan was drunk at that time, and all he held was a pillow.
Zeng Hui stubbornly believed that Ronghe had betrayed her, coupled with the accusations and pressure at home, which made her unable to bear any longer and left the capital.
Later, she encountered calamity, and Yang Bai saved her life and took her home.
For the child in the stomach, she agreed to marry Yang Bai, as long as he could treat the child as his own.
More than forty years of grievances stem from a misunderstanding, and Rong He also did not marry or even become a monk because of her. How can she not feel wronged and regret it?
"Huihui--"
Ronghe looked at Zeng Hui's tears like a twisted faucet, but her heart turned into a ball of mud, but she didn't know what to say, but only called her name.
"combining--"
Zeng Hui looked at Ronghe, finally willing to call his name.
Rong He was so excited that he wanted to reach out and pull Zeng Hui's hand.
Zeng Hui shrank her hand back, and still had a look of resistance on her face, shaking her head slightly, "Rong He, I'm already someone else's wife."
Although her voice was not loud, she was like a hammer, struck Ronghe's heart.
He retracted his hand.
Yes, no matter what, Zeng Hui is still Yang Bo's wife now.
At this point, Zeng Hui's emotions have been calmly released after an extremely fierce catharsis.
This coldness, like Leng Jian, hurt Ronghe's heart.
"Ok."
He nodded gently, "I'm really jealous of him."
Zeng Hui looked at him and stood up. "Rong He, I don't blame you anymore, but I also put you down. I have a relationship with him for more than forty years, this is not you I can compare my passions. I hope you can put me down and live the life you deserve, looking for a woman who can better accompany you. "
Ronghe saw the desolation at the bottom of her eyes and realized that she really couldn't return to her side.
"Okay, Huihui, take care. No matter who you are by, I will bless you and hope you will be happy."
Zeng Hui nodded, "Thank you, and wish you happiness, thank you for keeping me in my heart for so many years."
After that, she lowered her head, picked up the sewing box, and went out without looking back again.
Ronghe looked at her back and sighed secretly.
"grandfather--"
Yang Zimei came out, "Perhaps, this is the best ending. After more than forty years of separation, you are already different. If you are barely together, you may pass away the remaining feelings and the former goodness."
Ronghe nodded, and reached out and touched her head. "Yes, I can have you. I just have enough. But, just like your grandpa's temperament, how hard will your grandma be in the future?"
"That's what she chose, right?"
Yang Zimei said suddenly, "I have now fully understood one thing. The life I have chosen, no matter how bad it is, it is her own business. We don't need to care about others."
"Ok."
Ronghe nodded, and the guilty big rock in his heart was also put down.