248 248 The Picture Frame (Part 2)

"Jiao'er! Why?!" Peizhi banged his table that was now free of things. He breathed hard and his eyes glinted viciously. He pulled his drawer and got a picture frame. In it was a woman in her early twenties. Her black hair was straight and was just passed her shoulder. She was carrying a bouquet of flowers that he had given her and her eyes turned crescents as she smiled brightly.

She was very beautiful. If October would see it, she can identify the woman in the picture.

That's right. It was October's late mother, He Jiao. But Peizhi knew her as Sheng Jiao. He had only met her in his university. They were classmates turned into lovers. He was very attracted to her. Not only was she a beauty like no other, she was also funny, down to earth, and smart. 

Then their love pushed them to marriage which soon bore fruit. And then his business was going great. His wife was brilliant and even helped him in managing his company. It was great. They were happy.