"Big brother," Lin Na said, seizing the opportunity, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want... Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me, it's all a coincidence. Whether you believe it or not, that's all I can say for today!"
After saying that, she got up and hurriedly ran out of the lounge.
Lin Zhaojiang sat for a while, then slowly walked out.
As he passed through the office area, he saw Linna talking about work with other colleagues. They were chatting enthusiastically, occasionally laughing and joking. If these things hadn't happened, she would have looked like a diligent and hardworking employee.
Linna noticed him looking at her, turned her head and smiled slightly, then continued to join her colleagues' discussion.
Lin Zhaojiang's eyes darkened. Xiao Liran was right; this woman's mental fortitude was indeed remarkable. He had clearly noticed her panic just now, yet she could turn around and chat and laugh with someone else as soon as she turned around…
He composed himself and walked out of the company. It wasn't that he couldn't take action against his fourth uncle and aunt; after all, they had worked together in the company for so many years, and he still had some unresolved issues with them. Their children, all of them holding mid-level management positions in the company thanks to their parents' connections, would be too easy to find fault with.
But his concern was that these people might not be Lina's weakness.
She was just an adopted daughter, and they weren't related to her by blood.
Lin Zhaojiang took a deep breath, his mind in turmoil, and unknowingly drove to the villa area on the outskirts of the city.
He paused for a moment, then stopped the car and strolled over.
This area has now developed, with guesthouses, cafes, and unique handicraft shops.
Does Song Wan know that he invested money and opened these shops one by one after she left?
He remembered her saying that the scenery here was so beautiful and she wanted more people to come here...
Lin Zhaojiang continued walking and arrived at the small house where they had lived. The gate was open, and the people who were responsible for cleaning the house every day greeted him respectfully as soon as they saw him.
"Manager Lin," the supervisor hurriedly stepped forward, "why did you come at this hour? Is there something you're unhappy about?"
"No," Lin Zhaojiang said in a low voice. "Let them all leave. I want to stay here for a while."
The foreman immediately understood. Lin Zhaojiang often did the same thing before, staying here alone and not allowing anyone to disturb him.
So the foreman waved his hand, signaling everyone to come out, and led them away.
Lin Zhaojiang sat in the house, feeling the presence of Song Wan in every corner of the building. The sofa was still soft, the carpet was still brightly colored, and the decorations were still spotless.
The kitchen just lacked the warmth and comfort of everyday life that Song Wan used to have.
Back then, she would prepare a table full of dishes every day and wait for him to come home. If he didn't have time to come home for dinner, she would pack the food in a thermos and bring it to his office. She wouldn't allow him to eat unhealthy food from outside, nor would she allow him to drink too much alcohol.
Over time, he truly got used to her control, his stomach, and even more so, the pampering she gave him.
He always thought that he was spoiling her and that he was doing her a favor.
Actually, she spoiled him.
Lin Zhaojiang sighed and quietly went upstairs. In a small room on the second floor, there was a small bed. A spinning bell toy hung on the bed, and when a gentle breeze blew in, the bell tinkled softly, much like the cute laughter of a baby.
This was a room he had never dared to approach. He hadn't entered it in all the years since Song Wan left; this was the first time.
He stayed in the small room for a while, then went to the window to look into the distance, when suddenly a small tombstone came into view.
The small tombstone was outside the courtyard, beside a grove of trees. His heart suddenly pounded, and he rushed down as fast as he could to the tombstone.
He touched the words on it, and his eyes welled up with tears.
He remembered what Song Huai had once told him: "Your child was buried by Song Wan... Do you want to know where your daughter is buried?"
Lin Zhaojiang's tears welled up instantly.
The tombstone is a very simple stone, square in shape, with only two characters engraved on it: Yunqi.
“Yunqi…” Lin Zhaojiang was in tears. He was certain that this was his daughter. It turned out that Song Wan had given her such a beautiful name.
A moment later, footsteps sounded behind them. Lin Zhaojiang turned around and saw Song Wan standing behind him, holding a bouquet of daisies. The two looked at each other, both somewhat surprised.
This was the first time Song Wan had ever seen him shed tears.
It turns out that the cold, ruthless, and decisive Lin Zhaojiang can cry like this.
"You've come..." Lin Zhaojiang hurriedly wiped away his tears, his voice hoarse, "I, I just came here for a walk. If you don't want to see me, then..."
"Stay a little longer," Song Wan said softly. "Spend more time with her. This should be... your first time here?"
She placed the daisies in front of the tombstone, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and her fingertips trembled slightly as they brushed over the two characters "Yun Qi".
Lin Zhaojiang was flattered by her words and slowly sat down on the ground.
The two sat side by side like that.
The wind rustled through the trees, birds flapped their wings and flew by, and the surrounding silence was soothing and refreshing.
Lin Zhaojiang thought that if he had found Song Wan sooner, his family of three wouldn't be separated by death like this now.
“Actually, I often go back to that house, but I’ve never seen this tombstone before,” he said in a low voice. “This tombstone is facing the nursery, and today… is indeed the first time I’ve seen it.”
"Wanwan, is this the name you gave your daughter?"
"Hmm." Song Wan nodded gently. "I originally thought of two names. If it's a boy, I'll name him Yunfei, and if it's a girl, I'll name her Yunqi."
Lin Zhaojiang was taken aback. He remembered that Song Wan had once come into his study several times with a piece of paper, asking him which word on the paper was the best.
He didn't understand what it meant, so he just pointed at Fei and Qi.
“As for the character ‘Yun’,” she continued, “it represents that the child was born in Yun City.”
"oh……"
Song Wan glanced at him. The fact that she could speak so calmly at this moment showed that she was much calmer now.
“I often fantasize about what this child will look like.” She gazed into the distance and smiled slightly. “They say girls inherit more from their fathers.”
"No, she definitely looks like you," Lin Zhaojiang laughed. "Girls who look like you are pretty..."
“Is that so?” Song Wan lowered her eyes. “But what’s the use of being pretty? In the end, you’ll still be manipulated by others… The most important thing for a girl is independence.”
“Yes, yes!” Lin Zhaojiang quickly agreed, “They should be independent. If we have another daughter, I will definitely teach her these principles…”
“Us?” Song Wan’s expression changed, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.
Lin Zhaojiang pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Wanwan, let's start over. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?"
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