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Chapter 76 Love Debt

Liang Youyan liked Ye Rong very much, she wished she could sever the mother-child relationship with Fu Wenyuan on the spot, so that she could immediately recognize Ye Rong as her own son.

Ye Rong was overwhelmed by flattery, and kept making her happy with eloquence.

Fu Wenyuan didn't talk much at the side, the three of them ate together, except for occasionally adding food to Ye Rong and asking Liang Youyan if he wanted more food, they hardly said a few words.

Liang Youyan didn't seem to care too much, as if she had nothing to say to him, the relationship between mother and child was very delicate.

In the evening, Liang Youyan asked them to stay here. It turned out that Fu Wenyuan bought the entire backyard of the nursing home for her to live in peace of mind, and even sent a caring old man to take care of her here. It would not be difficult to free up a room or two.

Liang Youyan's kindness was hard to turn down, and Ye Rong couldn't refuse. Seeing that Ye Rong wouldn't leave, Fu Wenyuan reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Fu Wenyuan didn't like it here, and Ye Rong noticed that he would frown from time to time and couldn't restrain his slightly upset emotions from the moment he entered the gate of the nursing home.

Ye Rong asked him what's the matter, he just smiled and said it's okay, he went to the room and put him on the bed, hugged the marrow and kissed him enough before letting go.

Ye Rong hugged him back out of breath, without asking any questions or being curious, she comforted him like a child: "You can tell me after you want to talk, it's okay."

Fu Wenyuan kissed his forehead lightly, and murmured: "Rong Rong..."

Ye Rong was a little dazed, he hadn't heard Fu Wenyuan call himself so affectionately for a long time.

The two chatted for a while, Fu Wenyuan went to take a bath, Ye Rong was hot and blushing and opened the window to cool off.

There is a small pond outside the window, reflecting the quiet crescent moon in the sky, and the path is covered with a thin layer of dead branches and leaves, leading to a dark dense forest.

A woman was carrying a bag and walking desolately along the path to the depths of the jungle.

Ye Rong narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, it was actually Liang Youyan.

He turned around and took a few steps back, knocked on the bathroom door and said that he would go downstairs, but the sound of water overshadowed his voice, and Fu Wenyuan didn't respond to him immediately.

Ye Rong didn't have time to worry about him, so he went downstairs and quickly followed Liang Youyan.

He had no intention of prying into Liang Youyan's privacy, but it was not safe for her to go out alone at such a late hour, so he just quietly followed her to protect her.

Ye Rong followed her all the way into the forest, the temperature dropped rapidly at night, he wrapped his coat tightly around his body and followed silently, until he saw Liang Youyan stop slowly in front of a cemetery halfway up the mountain.

Liang Youyan squatted down in front of a tombstone, took out a wad of paper money from her bag, and lit it in front of the tombstone.

Seeing her expressionless and cold, Ye Rong even took out a small mirror and lipstick to touch up her makeup in front of the grave.

After Liang Youyan finished making up her makeup, she suddenly smiled lightly as if she was a different person. She raised the mirror to look at Ye Rong behind her, and greeted him delicately through the mirror with her lips curled up: "My dear, come here to warm up, don't be afraid." It's freezing."

Ye Rong dawdled over without saying a word, and then squatted down, seeing several blood-red inscriptions on Fu Hanzhi's tomb on the tombstone.

The name Ye Rong is no stranger to him. He has seen Fu Wenyuan's information before. He is Fu Wenyuan's father and Liang Youyan's husband.

It must be hard to let go of coming to pay respects at such a late hour, Ye Rong thought regretfully, just as she was about to comfort her, she heard Liang Youyan casually smiling and saying, "Don't make that expression, my dear, Fu Han I killed it with my own hands."

At night, Ye Rong was so frightened by this sentence that his body became unstable and he almost bumped his head on the tombstone.

Liang Youyan calmly pinched her lipstick and repeated the words on the stele many times, as if she was drawing some spell to calm down the souls of the dead underground.

Ye Rong whispered from the side: "Auntie..."

Liang Youyan threw the lipstick in her hand into the fire, and it quickly turned into a pool of bright red like blood. She turned her head and patted Ye Rong's back to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After all the paper money was burned, Ye Rong pulled Liang Youyan to stand up, and after making sure that the embers had been trampled out, he helped her down the mountain.

On the way, Liang Youyan talked to him about Fu Wenyuan when he was a child.

In her mouth, Fu Wenyuan was a rotten fart when she was a child. He was not obedient when he was a troublemaker, and he didn't like to talk to people. Even her mother would get a cold face sometimes. In short, she was a very unpleasant child.

And this kind of dislike reached its peak when he was discovered with eyes different from those of ordinary people who can see people's death. He is a cursed demon, the king of Hades who will take people's lives. They hate him and fear him, and they wish he could go die.

And these people also included Fu Wenyuan's biological father, Fu Han.

Not long after Fu Wenyuan was able to speak when he was a child, the first thing he said to Fu Han was the date of his death, and the immature childish voice was like a prophecy of fate, so that he could never be at peace for a moment.

The date that Fu Wenyuan said was getting closer and closer, and Fu Han became more and more fearful and anxious. Every day, he couldn't help asking Fu Wenyuan whether his own death was on that day.

Fu Wenyuan would give him the same answer every time.

The night before that day came, Fu Han couldn't take it anymore, so he got drunk and dragged the young Fu Wenyuan out of the bedroom to cut off his tongue.

The little Fu Wenyuan didn't resist or fear, and stared at him with blood-red eyes, calm and indifferent like the white dove hiding divinity on the top of the gray tower in Rome.

And everything ended in the ear-piercing screams of the woman, when the bell rang at twelve o'clock in the morning, Fu Han died impartially on the date predicted by Fu Wenyuan, at the hands of Liang Youyan.

Died at the hands of a loving mother.

The story ended here, and the two stopped in front of the small pond at the foot of the mountain. Liang Youyan still looked normal, and said softly: "That bastard Fu Wenyuan was loved by no one except me as a mother since he was a child. A debt committed a sin."

She paused, then turned her head and blinked and joked, "But ever since I knew of your existence, I thought, that must be a big debt of love."

[The author has something to say: I won’t be able to update it tomorrow. Recently, I want to save the article and post it together, and I want to finish it quickly]