"You brat..." The old lady was so angry that she had nothing to say. She simply ignored him.
Aunt Zhang walked in with a bamboo basket.
"Old Madam, this should be enough."
The Old Madam glanced inside the frame. "It's almost done. I'll let Yan Yan go back to her room and change into a thick set of clothes. You take these to the car first. It's cold today, so let her come back early."
Ling Han's gaze fell on the bamboo basket. His gaze deepened.
"What's that?"
Aunt Zhang was about to leave. She was slightly stunned.
"Oh, this is what Miss Yan Yan told me last night. She plans to go to the cemetery to visit Sir and Madam."
Seeing that Ling Han's expression was not right, the old lady pondered in her heart. She waved her hand to let Aunt Zhang leave first. Then, she looked at Ling Han.
"Logically speaking, you should also go. I heard that on the anniversary of the death this year, you and Yan Yan were both abroad. I couldn't say anything. I had already forgotten about this matter. Yan Yan is a thoughtful child. She still remembers."
Ling Han lowered his head. His tone was cold. His hand holding the bowl of porridge was a little unnatural.
"When a person dies, there's nothing left. What's there to go?"
The old lady frowned.
"Yan Yan said that you're busy. It's rare for the company to be on vacation. You're still busy in the study every day, so I won't say much if you don't go. But Yan Yan is a sensible child. Don't hurt her heart."
Hearing this, Ling Han's face darkened slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he put down the bowl.
"Grandma, I'm full. I still have things to deal with. I'll go back first."
Seeing Ling Han's hurried appearance, the old lady frowned. She had lived for so long. What had she not seen before? She had seen all kinds of storms. Perhaps she was not clear about the details of these matters between children, but she could see who cared about who at a glance.
This grandson of his did not grow up by his parents' side, so his feelings were not that delicate. Perhaps many times, others could tell at a glance, but he was still unaware.
When Ling Han reached the door, only Aunt Zhang was left there.
Aunt Zhang turned around and saw Ling Han. She was slightly stunned. "Young Master, why did you come out? Are you going somewhere? "
Ling Han's face stiffened.
"I have something to do, so I'm going out for a while."
"It's snowing so heavily. You have to be careful when driving." Aunt Zhang was a little worried.
"It's almost New Year's Eve. What else can you do? It's better if you don't go out."
Ling Han stared blankly in the direction Ye Huanyan's car had disappeared in for a while. As if he hadn't heard Aunt Zhang's advice, he turned around and went to the garage.
It was snowing heavily.
The cemetery in Lanjiang City was silent.
"Uncle Zhang, you can wait for me here. You don't have to get out of the car."
Before Ye Huanyan got out of the car, she instructed Uncle Zhang, who was driving. She carried the memorial items and walked into the cemetery alone.
The cemetery in Lanjiang City was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It had a wide view. If it wasn't a cemetery, it would be a good place.
Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan's graves were close, but Ye Huanyan carried the basket and walked a few steps further away. She came to an old tombstone.
The woman on it was in her early forties. She looked very young, but her face was slightly pale.
The tombstone was engraved with the words' The Tomb of My Beloved Wife Wen Qingwan – Erected by Ling Dongming '. Ye Huanyan put down the basket and squatted in front of the tombstone. She took out a bouquet of dried flowers and placed it in front of the tombstone.
"Auntie, I took the liberty of coming to see you. I know you might not want to see me, but I think I need to apologize. I accidentally read your diary and found out some things. Whether it's for the diary or for other things, I still have a lot to apologize for."
She poured out some folded gold ingots from the basket and lit them with a lighter. She choked on the smoke and coughed non-stop. Her eyes were red.
"I'm very sorry for what happened to my mother. I don't know why things turned out this way. My mother wasn't a bad person, at least not in my eyes. But she really destroyed your family. I'm really sad. If she was still alive, I could ask her why she did this to me face to face, but she's also gone …"
At this point, Ye Huanyan's voice was a little choked up.
"Auntie, I hope that your spirit in heaven can bless Ling Han's health and try to let go of his hatred, whether it's towards me or my mother. I'm not trying to shirk any responsibility, but I just hope that he can live a good life. You'll definitely think so too."
The 'gold ingots' flew into the sky in the heavy snow. Ye Huanyan stood up with the basket and bowed respectfully to the tombstone. Then, she turned around and left with the basket.
Ye Huanyan rubbed her eyes and walked to Jiang Meilan's tombstone. When she saw the fresh daisies in front of the tombstone, she was slightly stunned. She looked around but didn't see anyone.
She and Jiang Meilan didn't seem to have any close relatives. After so many years, she hadn't seen anyone other than her come to pay tribute to her.
Perhaps it was a former customer? After all, Jiang Meilan was considered a well-known figure in the business world.
She frowned in confusion but didn't think too much about it.
She took a deep breath and lowered her head to wipe the photo on the tombstone. She said softly, "Mom, I'm here to see you."
More than ten meters away, under the cover of a big pine tree, a tall and straight man was facing Ye Huanyan's direction and frowning in confusion.
The man was dressed in a black suit.
Surprisingly, he had short silver-white hair. If he walked in a crowd, he would definitely stand out.
There was a black earring on his left ear, which glowed faintly under the snow. His brows were deep and three-dimensional, and his brown eyes glowed with a sharp cold light. At this moment, his eyes were staring in Ye Huanyan's direction without moving.
"Mom, I haven't been in a good state recently. Don't blame me for not coming to see you before. Didn't you tell me before that people should always look forward? But I don't seem to see any future. If you were still alive, you would definitely scold me for not being decisive at all. "
Ye Huanyan sighed and muttered as she burned the ingot.
"I remember that when you were around, we got along very well with Uncle Ling's family. Every year during the New Year, we would warm up Naonnao. Although Ling Han is always cold to me, I know that he always helps me in private. Didn't you say that before? If anyone can marry Ling Han in the future, she will definitely be a lucky person and will be very happy. "
"…"
"I don't know why Ling Han and I have become like this. He said that it's because of you, so he's biased against me. At first, I blamed you a little, but you're my mother. Besides, if you didn't do those things, I wouldn't have met Ling Han. Sometimes, when I sleep at night, I think about these things when I close my eyes. I can't understand who's wrong. I clearly didn't do anything, but now, I can't blame anyone."
"…"
"Mom, do you think Ling Han will change his mind? When he calms down, can I really wait until the day he forgives me? "
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