A black figure hurried over from the entrance of the cemetery and stood behind the silver-haired man. Just as he was about to speak, the silver-haired man turned around and glanced at him.
He frowned and followed the silver-haired man's gaze to Jiang Meilan's tombstone.
The girl in her twenties was wearing a gray woolen coat and a brown scarf. From the side, it could be seen that she had no makeup on. She looked rather exquisite and sweet. She squatted in front of the tombstone and curled up into a small ball, mumbling incoherently.
After leaving the cemetery, the silver-haired man said in a deep voice, "Is this woman Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming's daughter?"
The assistant behind him frowned. "According to the investigation, the man on that tombstone is the second man Jiang Meilan married more than ten years ago. She didn't have a child with this man called Ling Dongming. This woman should have been brought into the Ling family by him. She should have had a child with her ex-husband."
A meaningful look flashed across the silver-haired man's eyes as he slowly spat out four words.
"Not necessarily."
Ye Huanyan squatted in front of Jiang Meilan's tombstone until all the ingots were burned to ashes. Then, she rubbed her red eyes and stood up. After squatting for too long, her legs were a little numb. When she stood up, she staggered and almost fell.
It was as if there was a hand supporting her. She turned around and looked at the tombstone. The tip of her nose twitched and tears fell uncontrollably.
After she left, Ling Han walked out from the direction of Wen Qingwan's tombstone. He was wearing a black coat and his shoulders were covered in snow. He walked to Wen Qingwan's tombstone and lowered his head to look at the bouquet of dried flowers. Then, he raised his head to look at the two tombstones not far away.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a little resentful. He resented Jiang Meilan for not being able to meet Ling Dongming after his mother passed away from cancer. He even resented Wen Qingwan for having the habit of writing a diary.
Sometimes, people couldn't know too much. If they knew too much, it would be difficult for them to move forward.
Ye Huanyan got into the car. The snow on her shoulders shook all over the car. With the heating, she sneezed a few times.
Uncle Zhang, who was driving, asked with concern, "Miss Yan Yan, did you catch a cold?"
"I'm fine. I just froze. I'll be fine after drinking some hot soup."
Ye Huanyan waved her hand. She didn't care much about her body.
Her recovery ability had been strong since she was young, and there were many major illnesses and minor disasters. She had suffered a lot with Jiang Meilan, who didn't care about anything, but she had survived.
Her palms were aching from where she had slammed them against the door frame of the study yesterday. She lowered her head and glanced at the three crooked band-aids. The smile on her face suddenly became forced.
When Ye Huanyan returned home, it was just in time for lunch.
Ling Han followed closely behind her. He was covered in dust. No one knew where he came from, but he didn't ask for an invitation. He went back to his room and changed his clothes before taking the initiative to eat in the dining room. It was rare that he didn't say anything unpleasant. Even when the old lady mentioned their marriage, he just turned a deaf ear to it and frowned. He didn't refute it.
This meal turned out to be one of the happiest meals they had in a while. The old lady also ate a lot.
"If I can eat like this every meal in the future, I won't be so angry with you that my stomach hurts."
The old lady pointed at Ling Han's nose, her face full of joy.
Ling Han pretended to be unhappy.
"Seriously, you have to scold me when you're happy. You don't care if my stomach hurts because of anger."
The old lady raised her eyebrows with a mischievous expression.
"If your stomach hurts, someone else will feel sorry for you. What are you afraid of?"
Aunt Zhang, who was busy serving the dishes, laughed when she heard this. She looked at Ye Huanyan meaningfully.
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. Her face inexplicably turned a little red, and she felt flustered.
In the past, Ling Han would always say a few words of sarcasm to dispel the wishful thinking of Aunt Zhang. These servants in the old mansion had nothing to do all day and imagined him and Ye Huanyan living a loving life together.
However, for some reason, he didn't say a word today. He only coughed twice and picked up food for the old lady.
"Grandma, eat more of this."
The old lady raised her hand and turned Ling Han's wrist. A piece of fragrant fish fell steadily into Ye Huanyan's bowl.
Ye Huanyan's face stiffened. She only heard the old lady laugh as if nothing had happened.
"Yan Yan, you eat more too."
Ling Han withdrew his hand. When she looked up, she could only see that he was eating with his head down. She couldn't see his expression clearly.
After the meal, the old lady went back to her room to take a nap.
Ye Huanyan suddenly felt a headache when she stood up, so she also went back to her room to rest.
Some of the servants in the old mansion left one after another. In the evening, only a girl named Xiao Qin was left to help Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang in the kitchen.
At dinner, Ye Huanyan didn't go to the dining room to eat.
Ling Han didn't say anything at first, but when he saw that the old lady was eating as usual, he asked in confusion halfway through the meal.
"Where is she?"
The old lady pretended to be puzzled.
"Who is she?"
Ling Han frowned and didn't answer.
"Now we have to wait for her to eat? Grandma, aren't you too indulgent with her? "
Hearing this, the old lady's face darkened. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Ling Han seriously.
"Is Yan Yan such a child who doesn't know the rules? Why don't you ask her why she's not here yet? "
"…"
"She has a fever. She's sick."
Ling Han was slightly stunned. He stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand.
After lunch, Ye Huanyan said that she had a headache. Later, when Aunt Zhang went to her room with the ginger soup, she found that she had a fever. At this moment, she was still lying in the room and couldn't be woken up.
"Yan Yan, this child, has been in our Ling family for ten years. I watched her grow up. I know her character best. She is devoted to you, but you bully her all the time. People only have one true heart. If you break it apart, next time you want it, you won't have it."
The old lady's words echoed in Ling Han's mind.
When he put down his chopsticks and came out of the dining room, his feet didn't seem to listen to him. Without any explanation, he directly broke into Ye Huanyan's bedroom. When he reached her bed, he found that he didn't know what to say.
Under the embroidered dark green brocade quilt, there was a slightly pale little face. Her brows were tightly knitted, as if there was a sadness that couldn't be resolved.
Ling Han's brows also furrowed. He slowly walked to the bedside and looked at that face. Suddenly, a hand reached out from under the quilt and grabbed his hand. He subconsciously wanted to pull it away, but found that although she was unconscious, her hand was very strong and refused to let go.
She was so sick, but still so stubborn. He really didn't know who she learned this from.
Ling Han helplessly allowed her to hold his hand. With his other hand, he lifted the blanket on her body towards her shoulders. After hesitating for a while, he slowly placed his hand on her forehead and touched it.
Her fever was quite bad.
He had already told her to wear more clothes when she went out. It was snowing heavily these two days, and there was no hurry to hold the memorial ceremony. Anyway, they had missed the time, so they couldn't wait until spring.
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