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"You're saying this car accident was premeditated?" Dr. Liang was taken aback. Although it was possible, none of them had any evidence at the moment.

These are just their guesses, nothing more.

“I’ve already had my assistant investigate this matter,” Yu Xi speculated. “I know there might be no results at all. After all, if someone really did this, it means that their strength and background are far superior to mine and Meng Chou’s. They’re not afraid of being exposed at all.”

Dr. Liang was well aware of this, but he was also surprised to find that at this moment, he saw Meng Chou's shadow in Yu Xi.

No matter what happens, he always analyzes the problem with such calmness and composure.

"You and he are really similar in this respect."

Yu Xi snapped out of her daze and asked, "What?"

Dr. Liang said with a smile, "His way of handling things is exactly the same as hers."

He wasn't afraid to mention Meng Chou in front of Yu Xi; on the contrary, many people were hesitant to say Meng Chou's name in front of her.

Dr. Liang knew that if she was to truly move on from that painful memory, she would have to accept that Meng Chou was dead and that Yu Xi would not have any major emotional fluctuations when he was mentioned.

This requires repeatedly immersing oneself in pain, reliving the pain over and over again, until Yu Xi is completely desensitized.

True letting go means that mentioning that name will no longer feel the same way as it does now. Remembering but not avoiding the emotions is the best ending for Yu Xi.

"Thank you. I think it would be great to be like him." Yu Xi watched Dr. Liang leave the coffee shop, waved goodbye to him, and said, "Then I won't see you off. Take care, and thank you so much for telling me all this."

"You're welcome. Since I promised him, I will definitely do my best." Dr. Liang also reminded her, "If you feel emotionally overwhelmed, you can call me anytime to chat."

"Your assistant has my phone number."

Yu Xi stood there, smiling, and said, "Do all of you psychologists like to have your patients chat with you?"

Dr. Liang rolled down the car window and agreed with what he said, "Because communication is the most efficient way to perceive the other person's emotions and state of mind."

Yu Xi listened to what he said without replying. Watching the car drive away, she called Assistant Liu and said, "The contract is signed. Just wait for me near the parking lot. I want to walk there myself."

A gentle spring breeze caressed her face. Yu Xi looked up and saw a sea of ​​green. The sycamore leaves swayed in the wind, and the branches moved with them, full of vitality.

Meng Chou's spirit floated directly above her head, trying to shield her from the glaring sunlight, while also complaining about Dr. Liang, "Seriously, we agreed that he would just hand over the things, but he showed Xiaoyu our chat history."

"Thankfully, Xiaoyu didn't stay depressed because of this, otherwise I would definitely try to enter his dreams tonight to scare him."

He kept talking to himself, trying various ways to get Yu Xi's attention in the coffee shop. But no matter what he did, Yu Xi still couldn't see him.

Ghosts also have days off while working in the underworld, but these days are very few. Apart from the two designated holidays of Qingming Festival and the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, they usually only have five days off a year.

Meng Chou accumulated these five days over the course of the year and planned to use them all in one day.

The ghost who knew him asked, "Are you planning to go abroad? Or are you going to a place you planned to visit but couldn't go when you were alive?"

"Actually, we ghosts are much faster than humans. They have to take cars and planes, but we can just float there. It's very fast. So, a few days of vacation a year is enough for you to have fun."

Meng Chou flatly refused, "I don't want to go anywhere for fun, I just want to go back and see my wife."

The ghost couldn't understand, so it patted him on the shoulder and said, "I thought the same thing for the first few years after I died, but when I went back, no one could see me. Staying with them all day was really boring. I might as well go back and take one last look before going to the place I want to go."

"We've been busy all our lives as human beings, so let's make ourselves a little happier as ghosts!"

Meng Chou shook his head, denying his point of view. "When I was alive, every day was truly living from the day I met her. Now that I'm dead, the thing I look forward to most every day is simply to see her one more time, nothing more."

"What a devoted lover, no wonder he didn't want to drink the Meng Po soup to be reincarnated."

As he pondered those words, Yu Xi had already walked far away before he realized it. He called out anxiously, "Xiao Yu, wait for me!"

Just then, Yu Xi turned around. Meng Chou hadn't fully gotten used to his speed and manner of movement after becoming a ghost, and he was only focused on catching up with her. He sped up and floated to her side, their noses almost touching.

Yu Xi's long hair was tossed about by the wind beside him as she smiled brightly.

This was the first time he had seen her smile so happily since he had been by her side all day, and he smiled along with her.

The next second, before Meng Chou could react, he saw Yu Xi run straight ahead, passing right through him, a ghost who was as transparent as air to her.

For a moment their souls embraced each other; at least in that brief second, Meng Chou and she truly met again.

"Why did you come here? Is there something you want to tell me about the child?" Yu Xi quickly ran to Meng Yun's side, who was holding two matcha-flavored ice cream cones and handed one to her.

Meng Yun had just called out to her and was about to walk towards her when she unexpectedly ran towards her. A sense of pleasure welled up inside her. "No."

“I heard from Assistant Liu that you were here discussing a contract, so I thought I'd come and take a look.”

Yu Xi took the ice cream he handed her, noticing that its edges were already melting a bit, and looked up to ask, "Have you been waiting here the whole time? I don't think you can buy this kind of ice cream around here."

Meng Yun nodded in agreement, "Yes, I was afraid that going into the coffee shop would disturb you. So I waited here, and it didn't take long."

“Aren’t you busy today? You come over every day at noon to take care of the kids and wait for me here. You don’t have to do this.” Yu Xi understood his feelings perfectly well, but neither of them said anything.

Meng Yun didn't think it was a waste of time. Instead, he said, "Sister-in-law, you don't need to worry about that. I can finish my work on time every day, and I'm not busy today. It's only right for me, as your second uncle, to visit Zeze during my lunch break."

"We're all family, and that's how family members should act—helping and supporting each other, isn't it?"

Yu Xi looked at him, who still had a natural, cheerful smile and seemed to be speaking from the heart. Yu Xi knew that their family relationship was just an excuse.

Meng Yun and Meng Chou are quite similar in some ways, not only in appearance, but sometimes even in their expressions and actions.

Yu Xi stared at the ice cream in her hand, picked up the spoon and took a bite. It tasted the same as before, without any change, except that the person who brought her the ice cream had changed.

Meng Chou's ghost followed behind Meng Yun, "She's really cunning. She specially gave me the ice cream that I once bought for Xiao Yu, and it's even her favorite matcha flavor."

"Don't think I can't see through your little schemes just because I'm dead. When I was alive, you always tried to take everything from me, and you still do now."

"Do you really like her? You just want to beat me, you're so hypocritical."

Meng Chou kept talking in his ear as they floated forward, still chattering behind Meng Yun.

"Meng Jun, remember this: even if I'm gone, Xiao Yu will never like you. And with your status, aren't you afraid of the negative impact it will have on her? What are you thinking?"

"If I were you, I would have disappeared without a trace."

"Don't you think the weather is still a bit chilly today?" Meng Yun turned around and looked at Mingming. The wind had stopped, but he felt a chill on his back, as if a cold wind had been blowing.

Yu Xi didn't notice anything and continued eating her ice cream. "No, the weather is quite nice today."

"There's nothing urgent this afternoon. If you're not busy either, could you go back and tell me about what happened between you and Meng Chou?"

Meng Yun readily agreed, "Of course! While I still remember him, I'll tell you about him. He was actually quite an interesting person when he was a child."

“It’s a good opportunity for me to spend more time with Zeze. You know what? He can already say some simple words now.” Meng Yun shared Meng Qingze’s growth with her. “He can call people and recognize people.”

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There was a flower pavilion on the empty lawn behind the villa, where the roses were in full bloom at the time, their various colors intertwined, attracting butterflies to linger.

Meng Qingze stumbled and chased after the butterflies, having a great time, when Yu Xi and Meng Yun walked into the garden together.

When Zhang Jinhua saw them return, she greeted them, "President Yu, Xiaoyun, you got off work quite early today. I thought the weather was nice, so I brought Zeze out to play."

Yu Xi glanced at the child who was still running and chasing the butterfly, her expression indifferent. She didn't say anything, but simply nodded to Zhang Jinhua.

When Meng Chou first saw Meng Qingze, he hid behind a tree. He peeked out and met Meng Qingze's gaze. Meng Qingze noticed him too and happily ran towards him.

And just then, a butterfly kept flying forward, so from Yu Xi's perspective, it became Meng Qingze chasing after the butterfly and playing wildly.

He looked at Meng Chou hiding behind the tree, the face in the photo album flashed through his mind, and he turned to point at the ghost behind the tree, saying to Zhang Jinhua, "Auntie, Dad is here."

Hearing the noise, Zhang Jinhua rushed over. Seeing that there was no one behind the tree, she bent down and picked him up. "Zeze, there's no one here. Where did your dad come from?"

“Dad, it’s here!” Meng Qingze said firmly, his gaze never leaving the tree.

Yu Xi was also drawn by the commotion and asked, "What's wrong, Sister Zhang?"

"It's nothing, Zeze just pointed to a tree and said, 'Daddy's here.'" She regretted it the moment she said it; Yu Xi disliked anyone mentioning Meng Chou again.

They all knew that Meng Chou's name was absolutely forbidden to be mentioned at home.

Children can always see things that adults can't, including these monsters and demons.

Yu Xi herself never believed in these things, but she was afraid that Meng Chou really had returned?

She got up and walked towards Meng Qingze and the others, and Meng Chou, who had been hiding behind a tree trunk, gradually became nervous.