Chapter 15

Zhuo Weiting bit his teeth and looked at his father fiercely.

"It's not that serious. The marriage law stipulates that men 21 and women 19 can get married. She..."

"From the news, she's not twenty at all?"

Zhuo Weiting pointed to the computer screen and almost shouted.

"It's only about, and even if it's less than 20, it's not a few months away. Don't look like you've been raped."

Looking at his son, Zhuo Minghui joked instead.

"Listen, if she doesn't have twenty, you can't think I'll marry her, and you're not allowed to force her to marry again in the future."

Zhuo Weiting looked at his father and left angrily.

When he returned to the room and saw the sleeping face, his anger slowly decreased, followed by anger.

As if he remembered something, Zhuo Weiting gently pulled out the bangs in front of Ziyan's forehead. He took the flashlight again. Then he saw that there was a deep scar on her forehead.

"Is it really you?"

Gently put Ziyan back on the pillow, and Zhuo Weiting's hand stroked her forehead.

It was a long memory. At that time, he was not surnamed Zhuo. The woman took him to marry the fourth man. When he first arrived at the man's house, he escaped from the Mansion because he was uncomfortable.

It was dark at that time. He walked down the mountain road for about half an hour and heard crying.

He was a little bored. When he climbed over the wall and went in, he saw a woman beating someone with a wooden stick in her hand from the window. At that time, he rushed in without much thought.

It has been ten years. His memory is really blurred. What he can remember is that he saved the little girl and left the witch's house with her.

He remembered that she shed a lot of blood that day. When he sent her to the hospital, she was dying. For so many years, all she could do was the bleeding wound on her forehead.

Even now, he occasionally dreams of the girl with blood on her face.

But he didn't have time to ask her name at that time. After he was sent to the hospital, he was taken away by his family. Later, he went to the hospital, but the poor little girl was gone.

Over the years, he always wondered whether the little girl was still often abused? Whether still strong alive.

Zhuo Weiting thought a lot, but he was still not sure. For too long, his memory was a little vague, and he had just checked it. In addition to her forehead, she still had many scars on her body.

Facing this little face with slightly frowned eyebrows, Zhuo Weiting finally put away his memory. It's meaningless to take out the past and think about it now. What he has to deal with now is the cheating marriage.

After dawn, Zhuo Weiting didn't eat breakfast, so he left home angrily.

At this time, Ziyan is still sleeping.

Zhuo Minghui stayed up all night. He was watching the tragedy of the Song family six years ago. He searched the Internet to see if there was the whereabouts of the little girl.

After checking all night without results, I finally called the private detective and hoped they could find the answer as soon as possible.

Originally, these can ask Ziyan, just afraid to touch her pain.