Lying in the high-end VIP ward, outside was the most beautiful street view of the city. The setting sun was telling endless stories. Jian Jie was extremely tired and could no longer support his heavy eyelids.
The scenes of his past life kept appearing in front of his eyes, like movies, no, more like a series of pictures he saw when he was a child. The pictures were clear and vivid.
The business she had talked about, the wealth piled up like a mountain, the city walls of certificates and honors, and countless 25-year-old boyfriends. Her life could be said to be very successful and fulfilling.
Only the tragic death of her son and daughter was a knot in her heart that she could never get rid of, and it was also the reason why she had been alone all the time.
If she could do it again, she would rather not have this monstrous wealth, as long as her children were on her knees and her family was high above.
But how could there be so many "ifs" in life?
The picture in front of him suddenly spun like a ghost. Jian Mengya thought it was a prelude to death, until the picture was fixed on the shabby unit door of the tube-shaped apartment.
Jian Yuran realized that she had been reborn.
The old Second floor was still the red brick left behind when the people in the Middle East died. There was no third floor in the dark corridor. Jian Mengya bit her trembling lips and rushed to the second floor.
When he opened the tightly shut security door, his son, Xiao Jun, was stumbling out of the kitchen with hot noodles. His daughter, wheat, was crying and shouting for hunger.
Tears filled Jian Wushuang's eyes in an instant. He had lived for 70 years and never dreamed that he could see a pair of children.
In order to force her to divorce and please the third party, the scumbag's ex-husband, Qi Ming, threw his son and daughter off the tall building and died in front of her. It was a knot that Jian Yuran could not get through in his life. It was also the reason why she had been single for her whole life.
"Be careful!"
Seeing that Xiao Jun was about to fall down, Jian Wushuang rushed up and held his son in his arms, regardless of the hot noodles all over his body.
"Mom, you're back!" Xiao Jun and wheat hugged Jian Yi.
Jian Meng'er looked at the two children, feeling a lump in her throat.
Xiao Jun was seven years old, but he looked thin and small. He was not as tall as a five-year-old child, let alone wheat. His face was sallow and his skin was very thin. He was seriously malnourished.
"Mom, are you hot? Take some cold water and beat it!"
The sensible Xiao Jun was about to go to the kitchen. Jian Yuran, who was called Iron Lady in the industry, could no longer control himself. He held the two children tightly in his arms and let his tears fall. He kept muttering, "Thank God, thank you. I will cherish it."
How could the two children understand the complicated feelings of their mother after she was reborn? They simply thought that her mother had been burned.
Xiao Jun carefully wiped Jian Ruyi's arm with a wet towel, while the wheat was blowing with its red little mouth. "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore! Mom, be good, don't cry anymore!"
Looking at the two sensible children, Jian Wushuang couldn't stop his tears.
"Mom, have you found your job? When can we go back to our grandmother's house?" The voice of wheat was timid.
Jian Ruyi's words instantly brought Jian Wushuang's memory back to reality.
At that time, she was completely in love. Ignoring her mother's opposition, she insisted on marrying the good-looking and lovely jerk Qi Ming. After giving birth to a pair of children, she even listened to Qi Ming's nonsense and gave up her good future job. She resigned and went home to become a housewife.
The man leaned against her, and the sow went to the tree. Qi Ming gradually began to dislike Jian Ruyi. There were so many mistresses outside, and he scolded and beat Jian Ruyi. He treated his children even more harshly. He didn't even give them the basic living expenses on time. The mother and son could only starve and eat.
This time, it was said that Qi Ming had hooked up with a rich woman and forced Jian Jie to divorce her. Jian Jie had no money, so he naturally did not agree. Unexpectedly, in order to please the rich woman, Qi Ming actually threw his children down from upstairs and died in front of Jian Ruyin.
No matter how successful Jian Jie's career was in the future, this scene was the shadow of her life and the eternal regret. No matter how much wealth she had, it could not make up for it. She thought for a long time that if she agreed to divorce at that time and found a job, even if it was a little difficult, at least two children would be able to live.
"Liu Er, it's very difficult to find a job. Don't be in a hurry." Seeing that Jian Jie didn't speak for a long time, Xiao Jun thought that she didn't have a job, so he quickly criticized his sister.
Xiao Jun was only seven years old, but he had learned to observe his mother and sister. He was much more sensible than his peers. He had always wanted his mother to take his sister and him back to live in his grandmother's house. He would no longer be beaten by his father, but he did not want to put pressure on his mother, so he had to suppress his little wish.
Jian rubbed her tears and held the two children in each arm. "Mom is working, and she will soon make money. When she makes money, I will take you back to your grandma's house, okay?"
"Really?" The two children almost jumped up at the same time, but then Xiao Jun frowned like an adult again. "Mom, I know it's not easy to earn money. Don't be too anxious. Don't make Dad angry. I'm still young and I can't beat him."
Jian Wushuang felt a lump in his throat again. He picked up Xiao Jun and said, "Don't worry. I won't let dad bully us anymore. I have the ability to protect you and your sister!"
"Mom can't be bullied!" Xiao Jun's voice was extremely firm.
Jian An held Xiao Jun and Maggie tightly. Since the heavens had made her regain what she had lost, she would never allow the tragedy to happen again.
She was no longer as simple as she used to be!
She was the boss of a listed company. She was an influential female devil in the business world. She was the mother of two children. She would not allow anyone to hurt her child!
The door was kicked open with a thud. Jian Yi turned around and couldn't help shivering when he saw the man in front of him.
A middle-aged man came in, cut neatly and fashionable hair, and dressed in a suit and leather shoes, which made him look like a city elite.
His handsome and fair face was like a standard puppy in modern words. His three-dimensional facial features, especially his thin lips, made him look masculine again.
At that time, Jian Yuran was scared by this beauty. He fell in love with this man crazily as if his heart had been clouded. This beast who cheated on his lover and killed two children with his own hands, Jian Yuran's ex-husband, was very clear.
Jian Mengya hated him from the bottom of her heart. She wished she could bite every piece of his bone, bite every inch of his skin, and whip his bones to dust.
Looking at Jian Ruyi at home, Qi Ming snorted, sat on the sofa, and threw the paper bag on the tea table.
The two children, who had been hungry for a whole day, suddenly lit up when they smelled the fragrance.
"It's a rose!"
The wheat immediately rushed over, grabbed a chicken leg, and was about to eat, but was slapped in the face by Qi Ming.
"A little girl doesn't deserve to eat sake? Do you know how expensive this thing is?"
Qi Ming grabbed the chicken leg and began to chew. Jian Yi immediately grabbed Xiao Jun, who was about to rush forward to seek justice for his sister, and protected the two children behind him.
"Take my sister to the bedroom to play, and leave the rest to mom." Jian Jie sent the two children back to the bedroom.
Jian Yi walked into the living room slowly and stood in front of Qi Ming, trying to control the impulse to tear this beast apart.
"Why haven't we had a good meal yet? We're staying at home day by day. The children can't see it well and the food can't be cooked well. What's the use of you?"
Qi Ming's eyes were full of disdain and disgust. Jian Mengya held back her disgust and tried to keep her voice as calm as possible.
"Qi Qingming! I want to divorce you!"
