Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Chapter 973 Why Did You Hurt Him?

Seeing the sudden silence in the air, Yun Mo felt a little nervous.

Although she knew that he would not do anything to her, she was still a little uneasy and repeated:

"I wanna go."

Long Dinghao still didn't speak, just stared at her.

Yun Mo became more and more uneasy: "I hope you can fulfill your promise."

Only then did Long Dinghao speak, with a rare indifferent voice: "Before you leave, let's pay homage to my father."

Yun Mo's face moved, and his heart seemed to twitch. For a moment, he felt that the air under his nose was thinning, as if he was about to have difficulty breathing.

He watched her expression change, and his voice became softer: "When you were on the island, my father treated you very well, so you don't want to say hello to my father by the way, do you?"

Yun Mo finally loosened her clenched fingers.

He led her to the back of the villa.

Long Dinghao built a small commemorative ancestral hall for his father there to facilitate worship.

As soon as he entered, Yun Mo saw the huge portrait of Father Long. He avoided his eyes, but he still couldn't restrain his body trembling faintly.

Below the portrait are fresh tribute fruits and flowers that are changed every day.

Long Dinghao lit a stick of incense and handed it to Yun Mo.

Yun Mo held the incense, bowed to Father Long, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Long Dinghao said on the side: "Is there anything you want to say to my father?"

Yun Mo felt uncomfortable, but she didn't want to show a suspicious gaffe, so she suppressed her temper:

"That's it for today, please take me back to the city."

Long Dinghao didn't mean to call someone, let alone take her out, so he took a few steps towards her:

"Is there really nothing to say?"

Yun Mo had a bad premonition, and took half a step back, avoiding his strong and slightly cold breath:

"Long Dinghao, what do you mean?"

Long Dinghao continued to approach, until she had no way to retreat, and behind her was the Lingtai, his fingers raised her pale face:

"I mean, do you really have nothing to say to my dad?""

Yun Mo opened his hand: "What do you want me to say?"

A trace of sad sarcasm appeared in the depths of Long Dinghao's eyes: "Tell me how you notified the police and reported the fight between the Qinglong Society and the Chongde Gang, which caused my father to be killed by a stray bullet!"

Yun Mo felt chills all over his body, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

"Are you scared?" Long Dinghao's voice was softer than ever, and the softer it was, the more it made people flustered.

That day, Zhan Kui said that the person who tipped off the news was a young woman, so he probably guessed it.

is her.

cloud end.

Zhan Kui was right, this whistleblower could not be an outsider, but could only be an insider familiar with the Qinglong Society and the Chongde Gang.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to provide such detailed information to the police.

He finally understood why the two of them cleared up their misunderstanding and the Yun family's parents accepted him, but she still avoided him and treated him coldly.

It turned out to be this reason.

Back then, she reported to the police the location and time of the fight between the two families, causing his father to be shot dead by a stray bullet from the police who drove away during the fight.

He lost his only father because of her.

That's why she's not with me...

That's why she told him he would regret being with her...

Yun Mo's face was as white as a piece of paper, but his tightly clenched palms loosened little by little, as if a big rock had finally been unloaded:

"That's right, I reported it. Your father was indeed killed by me."

He heard her admit that the anger that should have come has been delayed, and he only felt that it was full of sadness and pain, and his voice was a little hoarse because of choking:

"...why would you do that."

Yun Mo's voice was quiet and weak:

"At that time, I thought you raped my sister and made her commit suicide. I wanted to kill you, but I couldn't do it."

"But if you don't do something, the anger in my heart is hard to dissipate. It just so happens that your association is fighting with the Chongde Gang. I know that if the police find out and intervene in the past, your Qinglong association will definitely suffer losses. So, report it."

"I just want to make your association suffer, but I didn't expect that your father would be arrested by the police because of my report..."

"I was not as happy as I thought when I learned that Uncle Long died from a stray bullet by mistake."

"I was shocked and even regretted if I was doing the right thing."

"Why did you punish your father for the mistakes you made?"

"All these years, this matter has been a knot in my heart. Although I hate you, I also feel guilty that I killed Uncle Long."

"Until recently……"

"...Until recently, I found out that you didn't harm my sister at all. My guilt deepened and turned into more intense self-blame and pain."

"You never killed my sister, but I killed your father."

"During these days, I feel very uncomfortable. Every inch of my body hurts, as if being chopped with a knife. Many times when I think of this incident, I can hardly breathe."

"How can I still be with you like this?"

"If I make up with you again, you will be with a father-killing enemy every day."

"One day, if you found out, how would you feel? How would you face the relationship between me and you?"

Long Dinghao clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

After a long time, he kicked a small square table next to his leg hard.

"Boom", the loud sound made Yun Mo's body tremble involuntarily.

He is short-tempered, generous, and never stingy with outsiders, but he has never lost his temper in front of her.

To her, always be careful, as gentle as possible.

Even if there is something unhappy, he will not vent it in front of her, for fear of scaring her.

Now, in front of her, he tried his best to change his past style and become an ideal boyfriend candidate in her mind.

This is the first time.

She could fully understand the restrained anger and remorse in his heart, and possibly the hatred for himself, with one lip, every word he uttered seemed to be broken:

"Sorry…"

He stepped forward in two steps, grabbed her thin shoulders with both hands: "

"I'm sorry? I don't have my dad now! Why is it you who hurt him, it's you!"

He restrained great despair in every word, trembling slightly.

Her eyes closed, tears rolled down her face, she didn't know how to respond to this mistaken revenge.

He looked at her pale face, feeling mixed feelings in his chest.

If it was someone else, he would make the other party unable to survive or die.

But now, it's her.

The person who indirectly killed his father was the most beloved woman in his life.

He felt that he was too disappointing, and he couldn't make a move at all!

I can't even bear to slap her!

He felt that he was really useless, and he was very sorry for his dead father!

Intertwined with great anger and regret, but unable to vent, he grabbed her and carried her into the small room behind the altar.

That is where some offerings or cleaning tools are piled up on weekdays.

There is a curtain between the spiritual platform in front of it.

He pinned her down on a small table, turning her back to him.