Chapter 159 Meng Huaizhi is back

The next day, it snowed in Haicheng.

Fine snowflakes fell softly, covering the solemn cemetery with a thin layer of white.

Jiang Wang held up a large black umbrella, his well-defined knuckles tightly holding Si Yuan's hand as they walked together.

Si Yuan was wrapped in a heavy black coat, the collar turned up to cover half of her face, leaving only her reddened eyes visible.

They stopped walking only when they reached their parents' gravestones.

Upon reaching the monument, Jiang Wang tilted the umbrella slightly to completely cover her, though some snowflakes inevitably clung to his own shoulders.

Si Yuan slowly squatted down and gently placed the white chrysanthemums she was holding in her arms in front of the monument.

She wasn't wearing gloves; she just gently wiped the snow away with her bare hands, her fingers turning red.

"Dad, Mom, I've come to see you."

Her voice was low, mingled with the soft rustling of snowflakes falling on the umbrella, tinged with barely suppressed sobs.

For a moment, this made the cemetery seem even more silent.

My fingertips traced my parents' names again, those familiar strokes etched into my very bones, bringing back memories of my childhood.

On snowy days like this, her father would wrap her in his coat, while her mother would nag her to put on more clothes, saying, "Is little A-Yuan happy? Do you want to build a snowman?"

Jiang Wang said, "Don't cry, your parents don't want to see you sad."

Si Yuan sniffed, looked at the tombstone again, and said in a more steady voice, "Dad, Mom, I'm fine now. Jiang Wang is very good to me. I will live a good life and not let you worry anymore."

She smiled, seemingly finding it laughable herself.

"Dad, I'm sorry for how things turned out with your best friends. They took me in because of you, but now we hate each other. Will you blame me?"

The snow was still falling, and the wind swirled the snowflakes against the umbrella, making a soft, rustling sound.

"If you blame me, come and see me in your dreams. I haven't dreamed of you in a long time."

Jiang Wang helped Si Yuan up, and the two bowed deeply to the tombstone before slowly leaving.

Just as their figures had faded into the distance, another figure slowly emerged from the snow behind the corner at the entrance of the cemetery.

Song Yan was wrapped in a dark gray overcoat, his shoulders covered in snow, clearly having stood in the snowstorm for a long time.

He didn't use an umbrella, letting the fine snowflakes fall on his hair and brow bone.

As Song Yan approached the tombstone, his gaze fell upon the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of it, and he stared intently at the card tied to the bouquet.

The words “The unfilial daughter Si, along with her husband Jiang Wang, respectfully present this” pierced his eyes like needles.

Their names were written together like that...

It is not only a legally recognized marital relationship, but also a relationship acknowledged by Si Yuan's deceased parents.

Song Yan slowly walked forward and squatted down, pinching the edge of the card between his fingertips. Then, he tore off Jiang Wang's name and threw it aside.

"Uncle, Aunt, it's been a long time since I've visited you."

He looked up again at the photo on the tombstone, a deep sense of guilt welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for making Xiaoyuan sad for so long... It's my fault... You don't know Jiang Wang, do you? Yes, he dared to take Siyuan away so easily. Don't you also think it's outrageous?"

"I was confused before, I didn't know how to keep her, and I messed everything up."

His voice trailed off, becoming hoarse and almost pleading, "Please give me one last chance, okay?"

"I will never let her suffer again, never again."

The wind and snow intensified, silencing his final words.

He stared at the tombstone, the guilt in his eyes gradually replaced by an almost insane obsession, his voice carrying an unyielding tone.

"I just want her back in my life, that's all."

"Uncle and Aunt, please don't blame me, I have no other choice... I can't keep her here any other way."

People always say, "If you can't have it, don't force it."

I never forced them, nor did I ever think about it.

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Jiang Wang finally finished several important business deals and operations before the end of the year and returned to the capital with Si Yuan.

This was the most lively Chinese New Year their family had ever had in many years.

He brought Si Yuan home, with Zheng Qingyuan following behind Jiang Shu. His father also made the rare decision to come back, and his grandmother arrived. The whole family was reunited.

Zheng Qingyuan was sharp-tongued and spoke without holding back, but he was cautious and well-behaved in front of Jiang Shu, afraid that he would be sent back to the sidelines if he was not careful.

Si Yuan felt that Zheng Qingyuan was a good match for Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu is best suited to be with whoever makes her feel comfortable.

She and Jiang Shu were talking with Jiang's mother when her phone suddenly rang.

It's Liu Yanrui.

Si Yuan froze for a moment when she saw the text message.

It is said that Meng Huaizhi has returned.

Jiang Shu noticed that her expression was off and asked, "What's wrong?"

Si Yuan quickly turned off her phone screen and said, "It's nothing, there's something at the company that needs to be taken care of before the New Year."

Jiang Shu didn't ask any further questions, only saying, "All work will have to wait until after the New Year."

Si Yuan smiled and agreed, then secretly turned around and took a screenshot to send to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang saw it very quickly.

He never expected that Meng Huaizhi would come back at this time, when Jiang Shu was about to get married.

Si Yuan didn't intend to get involved in their affairs this time, but Jiang Wang wasn't going to just ignore it.

Meng Huaizhi shouldn't have come back; he shouldn't have disturbed Jiang Shu's current life anymore.

In the afternoon, he called Meng Huaizhi's residence.

At that moment, Meng Huaizhi was just leaving the villa when he saw Jiang Wang leaning against the car smoking. He then asked the driver to stop the car.

Jiang Wang also saw him, narrowed his eyes slightly, stubbed out his cigarette, and then stepped forward.

The car window rolled down, revealing Meng Huaizhi's profile. He didn't even turn around, but asked Jiang Wang, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Wang cut to the chase, without beating around the bush: "You shouldn't have come back."

Meng Huaizhi smiled, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

"What business is it of yours if I go back to my own home?"

"Don't pretend. If you don't marry her, there are plenty of other people who like her. Why do you suddenly come back to make your presence known?"

They're both men, how could he not know what he's thinking?

Meng Huaizhi's expression darkened slightly.

"Who told you I came back for her?"

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing his explanation.

He leaned against the car door frame, his tone laced with sarcasm: "If it wasn't for my sister, then was it to come back and see the snow in the capital?"

Meng Huaizhi then slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting his.

His eyes were calm, even with a hint of sharpness.

"First of all, if you really care about your sister, you shouldn't let her get married so easily."

"Secondly, this is not a child's play. She cannot act impulsively or she will regret it for the rest of her life."

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, then slowly came to his senses and suddenly felt so angry that his teeth itched.

"Why do you think my sister will regret this?!"