Zhao Xian looked at me with a complicated expression, still with some anticipation.

"Xiao Shan." She pursed her lips, trying to get closer to me. "I didn't consider your and Zhiyuan's feelings before, but I won't do that again. I hope you will think about it again. If you are willing to reconcile with Zhiyuan, I will work hard to be a qualified mother-in-law in the future."

I felt quite uncomfortable with the way Zhao Xian was trying so hard to please me.

Maybe Lu Jing’s death really made her see things more clearly, which is why her personality changed so much.

I smiled in relief: "You don't have to be like this. This is a matter between Lu Zhiyuan and me. It has nothing to do with you. But when I have time, I will come to the old house to see you."

Perhaps seeing that I was determined not to get back together with Lu Zhiyuan, Zhao Xian sighed regretfully but did not force it.

At this moment, the secretary knocked on my door and reminded me, "Director Lan, you have a high-level meeting to attend in half an hour."

I responded, but Zhao Xian had already stood up: "I know you young people are busy with work, so I won't bother you here. I'm leaving first."

"I'll take you there."

I sent Zhao Xian to the elevator and watched her get in before returning to the office to prepare materials for the meeting.

As I said, this public opinion storm did not last long. The crowd was gradually attracted by new gossip, and the matter of Lu Zhiyuan and Yan Meng was gradually forgotten.

In the blink of an eye, it was Qingming Festival. The Ming family would worship their ancestors as usual every year. I specially arranged the company's affairs and took advantage of the Qingming holiday to go back to Haicheng with Ming Si and Ming Yuan.

The first time I went home to worship my ancestors, the two elders of the Ming family were more pleased that I had returned to my roots.

"This is our family's ancestral tomb. Your grandfather and I will be buried here in the future. You must come and visit us often." Old Mrs. Ming introduced it half-jokingly, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

I scolded her, "Grandma, please don't say such things. You and Grandpa will live to be a hundred years old!"

Old Madam Ming smiled and said, "No matter how old you are, this day will always come. Fortunately, our Ming family has our ancestral tomb. We can live together in the hustle and bustle, so we won't be lonely."

The Ming family's ancestral tomb is located in an exclusive area within the cemetery. It is a very large place, with water in front and mountains behind. It is a very good place.

Mingsi took out the prepared offerings, and we placed them in front of the tombstones of our ancestors one by one, and then worshiped them sincerely.

After the worship was over, we were preparing to leave, but Mrs. Ming suddenly thought of something.

"Wait a minute." Old Madam Ming glanced upwards, "Xiao Yun is buried here too."

Old Lady Ming's eyes were red. "This girl, when she was alive, she would come to visit me at home during every festival. Now she is all alone in the mountains. It makes me feel distressed."

Old Mrs. Ming wanted to go to pay her respects, but her legs were not in good condition. If she went up, she was afraid that her legs would be in unbearable pain when she came back.

I took the initiative and said, "Grandma, let me go up and pay my respects to Aunt Lou. She did so much to find me before, and I want to thank her properly."

Old Mrs. Ming smiled with relief and patted my shoulder: "Xiao Shan has grown up. Then you can go and express your gratitude on behalf of grandma."

I walked up the mountain with a bouquet of chrysanthemums and found Lou Xiaoyun's tomb according to what Old Lady Ming said.

Standing in front of the tombstone, I was attracted by the photo on it at first sight.

This is the first time I have seen a photo of Lou Xiaoyun, but it feels like déjà vu.

Yan Meng and Lou Xiaoyun look really alike, with similar eyebrows and eyes, and are equally beautiful.