Chapter 18: The man who gave her tolerance and help

Coming out of the Mohs Group and walking to the side of the road, she sat on the curb with some soft legs.
Her heart beat quickly, and her right hand beat her heart twice.
She finally successfully fought back against the old man. Although she was happy in her heart, it was true that she was scared just now.
Not long after, a pair of black leather shoes appeared on the steps in front of me, and then a nice voice came: "Ning Jiang?"
Ning Jiang looked up and saw a face that was familiar and somewhat strange.
She stood up, surprised: "Brother Rong?"
"It's really you. I was thinking just now, would I be the wrong person, what's wrong with you, what's uncomfortable?"
She shook her head, "I'm fine, Brother Rong, when did you return to China?"
"I have been back for more than a month. We haven't seen each other in six years, right?"
She thought for a while and said: "Five and a half years, how have you been in these years?"
"I'm fine, how about you?"
She pursed her lips: "I'm fine too."
"I heard from my family that you would attend Wenwen's death day every year. Thank you for remembering it all these years."
She looked down and said guiltily: "Besides, I don't know what else I can do for you."
"You have done enough. Our family members have come out of the pain in the past. Let go of your burden."
She looked at him and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Rong Yihuan patted her shoulder, then looked at her watch: "Ning Jiang, let's have dinner together."
She looked at him: "Will I disturb you?"
"will not."
Ning Jiang nodded and got into Rong Yihuan's car.
Rong Yihuan drove her to a western restaurant that he often visited recently.
When he ordered the meal, she stared at the man who gave her tolerance and help six years ago...
Back then, he was clearly one of the families of the victims of the Linhaiwan Bridge, but he stood up and helped her and his mother.
She will never forget that as a representative of the victims’ families, he followed the group of victims who came to attack their mothers and daughters, and said forcefully: "Please be rational, it’s not them who did the wrong thing, even if everyone killed them. , They can't change this ending."
It was him who represented the families of the victims and negotiated with the Mohs Group to help the families of the victims get the maximum compensation.
If it weren't for him back then, she really didn't know where things would go.
Because he was driving the car, the two did not drink.
After the waiter brought the drink, Ning Jiang got up and poured him a glass.
She picked up the glass and said, "Brother Rong, thank you so much."
"The past events have been turned over, so I won't mention it anymore. Let me talk about you. I remember, you studied at Beicheng Jiaotong University."
Ning Jiang nodded: "Yes."
"What are you doing now?"
"After graduating from university, I worked as an assistant in a bridge engineering design institute for two years and just became an official bridge designer this year."
"I work in real estate. There are also many building designers and interior decoration designers in my company, but the ratio of men to women is hard to say. Your job should be very hard for girls. "
"No job is easy. For me, this job is my dream."
"dream?"
"Well," she nodded, "My idol is my dad. Because of my childhood, my dream is to become a bridge designer like my dad when I grow up."
Speaking of her father, he nodded, but made no sound.
She thought about the Linhaiwan Bridge and looked down and said: "I'm sorry...I shouldn't mention this."
"You don’t have to apologize. It’s not wrong for a daughter to regard her father as an idol, but... we have a different position on certain things, so I can’t leave anything to your father. good impression."
After a moment of silence, she said: "Brother Rong, if I said...The Linhaiwan Bridge has nothing to do with my father, would you believe it?"
Rong Yihuan looked at her with calm eyes and did not respond to her.
She smiled bitterly: "I don't want you to believe it, but I want to tell you that my father is an upright person and a responsible designer. The issue of the Bay Bridge really has nothing to do with him. His design draft , Was tampered with."
Rong Yihuan picked up the juice cup and took a sip of the juice. After a while, he put down the cup and raised his eyebrows: "I believe it."
She was a little surprised: "You believe?"
"I investigated the accounts of your family of three. The accounts of you and your mother are very clean. Only your father's account contains a few million more, but these millions are all credited to his account after the incident. Here, I thought... your father may have encountered some unspoken rules of the industry, but no one can come up with actual evidence to prove this."
Ning Jiang grabbed his hand with excitement, and his voice was full of hope: "Brother Rong, can you still find that account record?"
Rong Yihuan lowered his head and looked at her clutching his hand, his eyes filled with tenderness.
At the corner not far away, a pair of eyes stared at Ning Jiang's back, full of gloomy birds.