Chapter 132 On the anniversary of his mother's death, he accompanied her.

It seems that every time the Qingming Festival arrives, or on a day to mourn and remember the deceased, the sky is always gray and foggy, oppressive and sorrowful.

Today is no exception.

Xiyuan Cemetery.

It's almost early winter now, and even during the day the stone pavement is still as cold as ice.

Jiang Shiyuan was still ill, and what she feared most was catching a cold, but she didn't care at all. She bent down and knelt in front of her mother's grave, offering pure white chrysanthemums, and deftly cleared away the weeds near the tombstone with her hands.

"Mom, your daughter has come to see you."

Jiang Shiyuan knelt obediently before the tombstone, leaning over to gently wipe her mother's black and white photograph with a clean silk handkerchief, as if wiping her mother's weathered face. "Do you miss your daughter?"

In the photo, Jiang Buyu is without makeup and wears sophisticated thin-rimmed glasses. While she may not be stunningly beautiful, she is still pretty and has a refined and elegant appearance with sophisticated features that are not vulgar.

When his mother was alive, she hated taking photos and disliked accompanying Lin Chengchou to boring social events and meeting shallow and vulgar businessmen.

This portrait, which was used as a memorial photo, was something Jiang Shiyuan searched high and low before finally finding it.

My mother dedicated her short life to scientific research and to Lin Chengchou's cause. She withered away her youth and exhausted her energy, only to be cruelly betrayed and discarded by that heartless, selfish, and cold-blooded man, meeting a tragic end.

Jiang Shiyuan stroked her mother's cheek, a bitter smile playing on her lips:

"Mom, you taught me from a young age that one should be consistent in one's life."

So when I was ten years old, I saw Xie Jinghuai for the first time in a school choir competition, and I secretly fell in love with him.

At that time, Jiang Shiyuan stood at the very end of the choir, inconspicuous, wearing an ill-fitting dress issued by the staff. Her chubby, fair face, which had not yet fully developed, was painted bright red, like a lucky baby holding a carp in a New Year's painting.

Meanwhile, Xie Jinghuai, a young man sitting upright in the audience wearing a smart college uniform, already possessed a well-proportioned physique, was tall and handsome, and exuded high spirits.

The inferiority complex was planted in my heart from the very beginning.

Love, too.

"But now, I can no longer continue with Xie Jinghuai."

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes dimmed slightly. "They say that those who believe will find love, and that love is the only thing. But because of Xie Jinghuai, I no longer believe in love in this world."

I loved him with all my might. From now on, I probably won't love again, nor will I ever yearn for marriage again…

Suddenly, a cool breeze brushed against Jiang Shiyuan's face, gently caressing her cheek and lifting a strand of hair by her temple.

It was as if, from the depths of her being, her mother was responding to her and comforting her.

"Mom...is that you?"

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes instantly filled with tears. "It was you...did you hear my voice?"

Gradually, the wind stopped, leaving no trace.

"If you miss me... please come to me in your dreams often."

Jiang Shiyuan sat with her mother for a while longer before getting up to leave.

She braced herself against the ground with her arms, stood up unsteadily, felt dizzy, her body trembled, and she collapsed weakly.

The next moment, she fell into a warm, firm, harbor-like embrace.

"Hmm..."

Jiang Shiyuan's body was limp and she was very dizzy, letting the man hold her almost domineeringly, his strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Even through her down jacket, she could feel the warmth of his palm, which was gently covering her sore spot, warm and comforting.

"You're so disobedient." Fu Chenzhou looked down at her, exhaling a puff of white breath that dissipated around her cheek.

The warm, humid air made her face blush.

"sorry……"

Jiang Shiyuan leaned weakly against the man's chest, her gaze cold yet sorrowful. "Even so, I'm coming today... and you can't stop me."

When did I say I was going to stop you?

Fu Chenzhou's voice was gentle and slightly hoarse, "Just tell me directly, and I won't stop you from coming. On the contrary, I'll accompany you."

Jiang Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat. She raised her face to look at the man's beautiful peach blossom eyes, which were like a pair of bright stars merging into the vast Milky Way.

"Given your current situation and your physical condition, it is not advisable for you to go out. Amin was not wrong to stop you."

Fu Chenzhou still didn't let go of her. He sighed softly, as if he had given in, "But, on such an important day, even if it's raining knives from the sky, I will still send you here."

Jiang Shiyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a warm current surged in the deepest part of her heart.

Fu Chenzhou called today an "important day," showing her great respect.

But Xie Jinghuai...

She was his wife, but it seemed that in that man's eyes, everyone and everything was more important than her.

People are afraid of comparison.

The more they compare, the more Xie Jinghuai personifies them.

"President Fu." At this moment, Xing Zhen pushed the wheelchair over, holding a bouquet of white roses in her hands.

Jiang Shiyuan stared at the bouquet in surprise.

Fu Chenzhou lifted her into the wheelchair and held fresh, dewy white roses in his arms. "I came in a hurry and didn't know what kind of flowers Auntie liked. I just hope it's not one she dislikes."

"My mom loves all kinds of flowers...etc."

Jiang Shiyuan looked up at the tall, handsome man in front of her and asked in surprise, "How did you know... that my mother is sleeping in this cemetery?"

Fu Chenzhou stared blankly, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What's so strange about it? If I wanted to, I would know everything about all the ghosts in this cemetery."

Jiang Shiyuan: "..."

Xing Zhen: "…………"

Fu Chenzhou realized he had spoken out of turn and pursed his lips.

Just as she was about to apologize, Jiang Shiyuan covered her mouth and burst out laughing:

"Mr. Fu's way of showing off his power is quite unique. I've never seen anyone flaunt their connections in a place like this. Could it be that you're the reincarnation of the King of Hell?"

Fu Chenzhou paused slightly, a gentle smile spreading across his lips.

Xing Zhen's inner monologue: Ha, he doesn't need reincarnation. He's just the physical manifestation of Yama, the King of Hell, on Earth!

Fu Chenzhou walked to Jiang's mother's tombstone, bent down to offer flowers, and then bowed deeply, performing all the proper courtesies.

Jiang Shiyuan stared intently at the man's tall and upright back, her nose tingling, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

After paying respects to Mother Jiang, Fu Chenzhou pushed her forward slowly.

“Just now, I noticed that some new grass has grown in front of Auntie’s grave,” the man said in a low voice.

Jiang Shiyuan blinked slightly. "Is there any explanation?"

Fu Chenzhou looked ahead and said, "The grass and trees in front of the grave are lush, indicating that you will be very rich and noble in your next life, with many carriages and horses."

"Thank you, I appreciate your kind words." Jiang Shiyuan's eyes curved upwards, shining like morning stars.

Xing Zhen stared at President Fu, whose expression was solemn.

While paying respects to Ms. Jiang, he noticed that President Fu's eyes seemed to have quietly reddened.

I wonder if he misread it.

...

This morning, Xie Jinghuai got up early, dressed neatly, and instructed Butler Ning to wake the young master.

Tongtong was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. It was only with the help of Butler Ning that she was able to wash up and get dressed.

"Young Master, did you not sleep well last night? Why are you so tired?" Butler Ning asked with concern, looking at the boy's dark circles.

"Hmm... I was playing games with Aunt Xinxin, so I went to bed a little late." As she spoke, Tongtong yawned.

Butler Ning worriedly advised, "Young Master, you are still growing, you can't stay up late!"

"Oh, alright, alright! Aunt Ning, you're so long-winded, just like Mommy!"

Tongtong impatiently shook off her hand, "I don't stay up all night every day, what's wrong with playing a little longer sometimes?"

"But……"

"Aunt Ning, you mustn't tell Dad about me playing games with Aunt Xinxin last night."

Tongtong, with an arrogant expression like a little adult, said, "It's not that I'm afraid Dad will scold me, but I'm mainly afraid of implicating Aunt Xinxin. I don't want to ruin Aunt Xinxin's good image in Dad's heart."

"..." Butler Ning felt an indescribable awkwardness upon hearing this.

During the time the madam was away, Miss Lin made a mess of the young master's life, but the young master was still completely charmed by her.

He was rebellious in front of his wife, but obedient to Miss Lin.

This child is truly heartbreaking.

Tongtong walked into the restaurant, "Dad!"

Why is it so slow?

Xie Jinghuai didn't look up, his slender fingers flipping through a financial magazine. "He has absolutely no sense of time."

Feeling guilty, Tongtong quickly changed the subject: "Dad, where are we going today?"

The man's handsome face was cold and stern. "Go to Putuo Temple to pray for your grandfather."

"oh……"

Seeing that it was about her grandfather, Tongtong didn't dare to be negligent and obediently sat down to prepare for dinner.

One by one, exquisite breakfast dishes were served, which were the Chinese breakfasts that the father and son preferred.

Before getting married, Xie Jinghuai only ate Western food.

After marrying Jiang Shiyuan, she would get up before dawn every day to prepare Chinese morning tea for him, making different kinds each time, and they all tasted delicious. Gradually, she changed his taste.

Xie Jinghuai lowered his eyes, his face was sullen, and he had no appetite.

Jiang Shiyuan is still missing. Although he goes to work and goes home as usual these days, he is actually restless every night.

He doesn't love her.

But that doesn't mean he wants something to happen to her.

At this moment, a servant walked in:

"Mr. Xie, Miss Lin has arrived."