Chapter 134 Death Anniversary, Encounter

On the other side.

One after another, black luxury cars, lined up end to end, were parked neatly outside the Putuo Temple.

Its imposing and overwhelming momentum drew everyone's attention.

The bodyguard respectfully opened the car door, and Madam Xie, who had gotten out of another car first, quickly walked over and helped Old Madam Xie out of the car.

"Mom, slow down."

At this moment, Xie Yuexi and her husband, carrying their son Xingxing, also came over and greeted the old lady.

The old lady nodded slightly and asked in confusion, "Where are Jinghuai and his wife?"

Xie Yuexi snorted coldly and remained silent.

"Mom, Jinghuai and the others are on their way and should arrive soon."

Just then, a top-of-the-line Rolls-Royce drove slowly toward them. Madam Xie smiled and pointed, "Look, Jinghuai and the others have arrived."

The Rolls-Royce stood firmly in front of the Xie family. The car door opened, and Xie Jinghuai stepped out first. He was dressed in a cool and neat manner, with his superior jawline slightly raised. He elegantly fastened the center button of his suit with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, Changsun Tongtong jumped out of the carriage and ran to the old lady and Madam Xie with a beaming smile:

"Great-Grandma! Grandma! Hello!"

"Tongtong is great!" Madam Xie held her eldest grandson in her arms, doting on him immensely.

The old lady touched Tongtong's little face, her eyes full of doting affection.

He left Xie Yuexi and her family of three standing to the side, his eyes only filled with Tongtong, completely devoid of any sparkle.

Xie Yuexi's smile froze at the corners of her eyes, while her husband Song Xiewen's smile looked like he was crying.

He was a son-in-law who lived with the Xie family, but the Xie family didn't treat him like they were important, and he tolerated it.

But isn't his son also a member of the Xie family by blood, a grandson of the Xie family? For the Xie family to show such favoritism is surely a deliberate attempt to embarrass him!

Just then, Xie Jinghuai gentlemanly reached out his hand into the car again.

Then, a delicate, slender hand gently rested on the man's palm.

Lin Zhixin, holding the hem of her pure white dress, stepped out of the car with demure grace. Xie Jinghuai's large black coat was draped over her slender shoulders, making her appear even more delicate and pitiful.

"Oh my! It's Zhixin!" Xie Yuexi exclaimed, raising her voice as if afraid others wouldn't recognize her.

As Xie Jinghuai and Lin Zhixin walked over together, Madam Xie glanced meaningfully at the old lady.

Sure enough, the old lady's face darkened.

"Grandma, Madam." Lin Zhixin smiled sweetly and bowed obediently, displaying the demeanor of a noble lady.

But no matter how she pretends or acts, in the old lady's eyes she will always be a clump of filthy, smelly dog ​​urine moss under the damp wall!

"Jinghuai, on such an important day, you didn't show up with your wife, but instead brought unrelated people. What do you mean by that?"

The old lady gave a cold laugh, showing no mercy whatsoever, "Are you deliberately trying to annoy me, by poking my eye?"

Lin Zhixin trembled and lowered her eyelashes in grievance.

Xie Jinghuai's sharply defined face darkened; facing his grandmother, he could only be patient.

"Grandma, you're overthinking it. Zhixin came here with good intentions."

"If she had that kind of heart, she could just stay home, kneel on the ground, chant Buddhist prayers, and kowtow a few times. Why would she need to come all this way?"

The old lady smiled and narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Lin Zhixin, who looked like a delicate white flower. "Heh, there are so many people coming and going here. Miss Lin and my grandson are always together, and you're traveling with the entire Xie family. If word gets out, people will definitely start calling you 'Mrs. Xie' again."

No matter how exaggerated, realistic, or false the rumors may be, they will always remain false; they can never become true.

Xie Jinghuai's phoenix eyes flashed with displeasure. "Grandma."

"Grandma, you've misunderstood me..."

Lin Zhixin hurriedly explained, taking a few breaths of cold air and coughing twice, making her look even more pitiful. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to... do my part for Mr. Xie."

If you don't like it... I'll just leave.

"No! Aunt Xinxin, don't go!"

Tongtong hurriedly grabbed Lin Zhixin's hand, unwilling to let go for even a moment. "Great-Grandma, I know you don't like Aunt Xinxin, but Aunt Xinxin is really good to me! Please don't send her away, please don't bully her, okay?"

The old lady's eyes widened in anger, a surge of fury rising within her. "Tongtong, let her go and come to your great-grandmother's side!"

Tongtong frowned, but instead gripped Lin Zhixin's hand even tighter.

The old lady gritted her teeth, her heart aching with anger.

This girl from the Lin family is too cunning and scheming!

She not only had Jinghuai under her control, but also captured Tongtong's heart, firmly holding the father and son in her grasp. She slowly eroded the child's dependence on Ayuan, his biological mother, and gradually usurped her place, overstepping her bounds!

Even if she uses her status as an elder to suppress him, how long can she keep this little devil in check?

Her health has been declining year by year, and she'll pass away sooner or later. What will happen to her A-Yuan then? Won't she be bullied to death by this wretched woman?!

"Mom, you always have a prejudice against Zhixin, but on such an important day, where is your beloved granddaughter-in-law?"

Madam Xie sneered, taking on the role of the bad cop, "Last time you invited the children to the old house for dinner, she didn't come. Today we're here to pray for Changyue's well-being, and she's nowhere to be seen. How can I, as her mother-in-law, possibly be so subservient to Miss Jiang? Do I have to personally send her an invitation to come over?"

"You value her so much, but how has she acted? She doesn't show up at important occasions, and when Tongtong was sick at home for so long recently, she didn't even bother to check on her. She doesn't even consider herself a member of the Xie family, so why do you care about her so much?"

"Jinghuai, what exactly happened?"

The old lady demanded sharply, "Why didn't A-Yuan come with you? What outrageous thing have you done now?!"

Xie Jinghuai felt a lump in his throat and pressed his thin lips together tightly.

He couldn't tell Jiang Shiyuan about her current situation; his grandmother had been unwell lately, and he couldn't let the old woman suffer any more blows.

"She had something come up and can't make it. Please don't be upset."

The old lady was both anxious and angry, her face turning red. "There was something going on last time, and there's something going on again this time! What on earth has A-Yuan been busy with lately? Has she forgotten about this old man?!"

"Grandma, calm down and take care of yourself."

Xie Yuexi stroked her grandmother's back, seemingly to comfort her, but actually to stir up trouble. "As the saying goes, time reveals all. I warned you last time, but you were completely fooled by her. Don't you trust your own granddaughter?"

You'll find out what Miss Jiang is really like in time.

...

After praying for his mother, Jiang Shiyuan went to worship Guanyin again, bowing deeply and with utmost piety.

Fu Chenzhou remained quietly waiting outside for her.

Seeing that she had finished bowing, he strode across the threshold with his long legs, walked to her side, and supported her weak body.

"No one missed paying their respects, right? Is everything settled now?" Fu Chenzhou looked down at her, his naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes filled with a hint of a smile.

"Um."

Jiang Shiyuan raised her face to meet his gaze, her eyes curving like a crescent moon. "Just now, I was praying for you, Mr. Fu."

"For me? To worship Guanyin?"

The man paused slightly, then chuckled and teased, "Aunt Jiang, are you praying for me to have a child? I already have one."

"No, I'm praying for your safety."

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but chuckle, took out a small amulet from her down jacket pocket, and handed it to him, saying, "This is a talisman I got for you."

Fu Chenzhou lowered his raven-feather-like eyelashes, gazing at the woman's palm, his dark eyes deepening.

"Thank you for arriving in time last time and saving my life. You have also taken good care of me during this time. I don't know how to repay you."

Jiang Shiyuan's tone was sincere and full of gratitude, leaving no room for any ulterior motives. "This amulet has been blessed by Master Huaikong. Wearing it with you will ensure your safety. It's just a small token of my appreciation, I hope you won't find it offensive."

Of course, if it doesn't work, you can't return or exchange it.

Fu Chenzhou stared intently at the small amulet, a slight ripple appearing in his dark pupils.

Jiang Shiyuan pursed her lips slightly, looking a little embarrassed. "That's true... not everyone believes in gods. I was being presumptuous."

She lowered her soft eyelashes, and just as she was about to pull them back, Fu Chenzhou suddenly grabbed her hand tightly.

"I want."

The man's lips curled up as he slowly and firmly pried open her slightly curled fingers, gently grasped the amulet in her palm, and said, "The item may be small, but it is rare that Miss Jiang has such a thoughtful heart."

"I'll gladly accept it."

Jiang Shiyuan's breath hitched slightly, and she felt a slight itch on her palm where he had touched her, which spread to the tips of her fingers.

"It's cold, I'll take you home."

Before she could react, Fu Chenzhou suddenly wrapped his long arm around her waist, lifted her up, and stepped over the high threshold.

"No, no need to trouble yourself! I can do it myself!" In the pure Buddhist temple, Jiang Shiyuan blushed and felt uncomfortable all over.

However, Fu Chenzhou ignored him and walked straight ahead.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the man's taut, chiseled jawline and suddenly sensed that something was wrong. She turned her head to look at him.

The next second, her pupils contracted sharply, and her blood ran cold.

Just a few steps down the steps—

Xie Jinghuai, the old lady, Tongtong, and the Xie family stood neatly in front of her, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, making it incredibly suffocating.