Guide to Divorce in Wealthy Families

Chapter46

How wonderful it would be if that car accident hadn't happened.

Then she would still have her loving parents now, and she could occasionally be a little girl spoiled by her parents again. Even if the sky fell, Qin Chengshan would hold it up.

Putting down the incense and candles in her hands, Qin Chun raised her face to look at the gray sky and tried to open her eyes wide so that the moisture in her eyes wouldn't overflow.

Her face felt cold. At some point, a drizzle had started to fall in the air. The mountain wind was strong, and the pine trees made a rustling sound. The hem of her coat flapped noisily in the wind, and a chill came over her.

She couldn't help but shiver. Just as she was about to reach for the lighter, suddenly, her gaze froze.

Under the camphor tree several steps away, a tall and straight figure was standing there. It was actually Xiao Bingyang, who should be thousands of miles away.

The blatant sadness in Qin Chun's eyes hadn't had time to fade away. Her eyes were fixed on Xiao Bingyang, and after a long while, she murmured, "You... how did you come..."

As for how Xiao Bingyang came back early, it was a bit of a long story.

Originally, his scheduled return date to China was two days later. But after getting Zheng Huai's video and watching it several times, somehow, his mind suddenly wandered. His thoughts drifted to Anzhou thousands of miles away, to the big bed in the bedroom at home, and to Qin Chun's slender fingertips stroking his hair when she was asleep.

He had left on the third day of the lunar new year, and it had been exactly ten days by that day. It was a short period compared to his previous trips, but that night had become inexplicably very difficult. In the middle of the night, he had a dream. For the first time, he dreamed that he was holding Qin Chun and kissing her.

The feeling in the dream was too real. Even the fragrance on Qin Chun's body was exactly the same. So when he woke up and saw the empty room and the pale moonlight, an unprecedented feeling named "emptiness" welled up in his heart.

Early in the morning, he checked the progress of this trip.

The negotiations with the local government were going very smoothly. In order to obtain their technology and funds, the Ministry of Resources in Country B had given the green light all the way. Some conflicts with the indigenous people had also been resolved. The remaining minor matters could be handled by Zhuo Han and another vice - president. The only thing lacking was an excuse to go back early. After all, before leaving, Qin Chun had hung up on his video call, even after he sincerely sent an apology gift.

In the past, Qin Chun had no objections even if he didn't go home for months. On the contrary, recently, after he had stayed in Anzhou for a long time, she had become moody. During these ten days, there had been no news from Qin Chun at all. She hadn't even sent a greeting message.

Was it because she was busy with the opening of the new project and had forgotten about him?

Xiao Bingyang thought about it over and over again and felt a bit unhappy. For the first time, he called Zhao Xintong. Just as he was about to beat around the bush, Zhao Xintong sighed at the very beginning, "Hey, Xiaoyu is so pitiful."

His heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

"Your mother - in - law is ill in the hospital, and it's your father - in - law's death anniversary. As a result, she has been working overtime all night every day, busy with the opening of the new project and the resumption of work. She also has to go to sweep the tomb alone, while her husband is nowhere to be seen. Hey, what's the use of having a husband? It's better to be single." Zhao Xintong complained pitifully.

"Death anniversary?" Only then did Xiao Bingyang remember that Qin Chengshan seemed to have passed away during the Lantern Festival.

"Look at you. You don't even remember," Zhao Xintong was a bit sad. "Also, you haven't paid your respects to your father - in - law for two years. It's lucky that Xiaoyu still spoke up for you, saying that you sent her a lot of roses during the Chinese New Year. It must be a lie. It must be Xiaoyu who bought them herself to coax me."

Xiao Bingyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, am I your son or is Xiaoyu your daughter?"

"If only I had a daughter like Xiaoyu. None of you three let me worry - free," Zhao Xintong started to scold. "Your sister has to go for in - vitro fertilization and has gone to Beizhou. She won't be home for months. Your brother was seen with a model in a hotel yesterday. My heart disease is about to be triggered by anger. Come back quickly. Xiaoyu really needs you these days."

Xiao Bingyang was secretly happy: "Did she say so?"

"Do I need her to say it? It can be seen at a glance," Zhao Xintong said firmly. "Her eyes light up as soon as she mentions your name."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Bingyang asked Su Hang to change his flight ticket. He flew for more than ten hours that night and arrived in Anzhou just an hour ago. But after arriving in Anzhou, he called Qin Chun but no one answered. So he had to ask the driver to go directly to the cemetery. When he got to the cemetery, he didn't know where Qin Chengshan's tomb was. Finally, he found an administrator to show him the way. As a result, the administrator nagged at him all the way.

"I thought Miss Qin wasn't married. I haven't seen you during the Qingming Festival or the death anniversary every year. This son - in - law is not good."

"Look, it's on the first platform at the head of Zone Three up there. Tsk - tsk, Miss Qin is such a beautiful person. How can you be at ease to let her come to sweep the tomb alone!"

...

Xiao Bingyang kept a straight face and didn't say anything. Fortunately, the administrator left halfway, and his ears finally became quiet.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and at some point, raindrops began to fall. There was moss on both sides of the bluestone steps. It was a bit slippery if you accidentally stepped on it. Probably because few people usually came here, he had to slow down his pace.

When he looked up again, he saw Qin Chun.

In the drizzling rain, Qin Chun stood among the greenery, slightly raising her head as if trying to restrain something. The mountain wind blew up the hem of her coat, outlining her slender figure, which looked extremely desolate against the sobbing sound of the pine trees that seemed to be there but not really there.

His heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand. Xiao Bingyang suddenly felt a pain, and his breath seemed to stop for a moment, giving him the illusion that he couldn't breathe.

He really wanted to hold this weak and lonely body in his arms, touch her cold lips with his hot skin, and make them regain their lively red color.

Xiao Bingyang had always been a man of action. The next second, he strode across the steps and opened his arms to hug Qin Chun.

The body in his arms was cold. The corners of the person in his arms were red, and the tears in her eyes were crystal - clear. She was as fragile as a white jade vase in the wind, about to break in the next second and be blown away into this vast void.

The apology in his heart blurted out: "I'm sorry. I'm late. I just got off the plane."

The person in his arms gave a soft "um" and struggled a little to leave. Xiao Bingyang loosened his arms a little, took off his coat and put it over her head, and said in a low voice, "Don't move. It's cold in the mountains. Hide from the rain. Don't catch a cold."