Guide to Divorce in Wealthy Families

Chapter47

The wind in the cemetery was cold and damp, while the smell of the overcoat was warm.

In front of Qin Chengshan's tomb, Qin Chun was willing to indulge herself and be greedy for this sudden warmth for a second. Sitting on the small folding stool, she watched Xiao Bingyang busily move around the offering table in a trance.

Obviously, Xiao Bingyang had never done these things before. He was very clumsy when lighting the incense and candles and blowing the tinfoil. In the middle, the incense and candles almost went out. He hurriedly used his palm to block the wind, and his thumb was scalded by the flame.

Fortunately, the light rain stopped after a while, and the wind also became a little weaker, which saved him from the embarrassment of being in a flurry.

Xiao Bingyang had always been cold, solemn, and in control of everything. Such an embarrassed contrast was too big and a little funny.

Qin Chun watched for a while, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xiao Bingyang saw it and breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, Qin Chun's eyes were so sad that his heart was still pounding until now. At this time, seeing this smile, he finally felt a sense of relief.

Strangely enough, when he was negotiating multi - billion - or even tens - of - billions - worth projects before, he had never felt like this. He didn't know what was wrong today.

"Are you going to blow until tomorrow morning?" Qin Chun couldn't stand it any longer. She picked up a piece of tinfoil and gestured, "Grasp the two corners and press them inward, and it will bulge up. Only children would blow on each one so many times."

Xiao Bingyang was a little embarrassed and tried to save face with a straight face, "Aren't you being lazy? I'm blowing gold ingots for Dad. Of course, I have to blow them full and bulging so that they are valuable."

"Fine, fine, you blow," Qin Chun was speechless. "You are a filial good son - in - law. My father will get rich because of you."

She put down the tinfoil, took out her mobile phone and placed it on the offering table, with the screen facing the tombstone, and played the photo album she had specially made for this memorial visit.

From last Qingming Festival to now, for more than half a year, she had accumulated a lot of daily photos and videos. Today, she deliberately played them for Qin Chengshan, who might be floating in the void in the afterlife.

She picked up the paint and the writing brush placed on the ground. While tracing the words on the tombstone, she continued to introduce her life and work to Qin Chengshan along with the video.

"Dad, do you still remember Qin Yue? She is my best girlfriend. She has a baby. This is a photo of me with her and the baby." "This is the most delicious pineapple fried rice I've ever had. It's even more delicious than Mom's. I really want to take you to taste it."

"Look, this is Taohuayuan Town that you have been longing for. It's in full swing."

"After it is completely completed, I can take Mom there. Mom can watch the morning sun, and I can watch the sunset. Don't forget to come with us at that time."

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Xiao Bingyang felt a bit uncomfortable listening to it. He always felt that something was wrong. After pressing a few pieces of tinfoil, he finally remembered. Why was there no mention of his name in Qin Chun's arrangement for Taohuayuan Town?

Forget it. Don't worry about these trifles. He and Qin Chun were husband and wife. Wouldn't he live there with her? Surely Qin Chun meant to include him when she said that.

The two of them, one chattering and the other listening, didn't stop working with their hands. After more than an hour, they finally finished all the things that should be done for the memorial visit, and the sky gradually darkened. The cemetery was about to close.

Qin Chun reluctantly picked up the burning incense and bowed respectfully three times, praying silently in her heart: Dad, please bless Mom to get out of the pain quickly and return to normal life.

Xiao Bingyang followed suit and also bowed three times, but he didn't know what to pray for. He had only known Qin Chengshan for a few months before the accident happened. There was no real affection between them. His impression of his father - in - law was just that of a kind - faced but ruthless real - estate tycoon.

But he still had to say some polite words, "Dad, I will take good care of Xiaoyu. Don't worry."

Qin Chun glanced at him with a half - smile, "Aren't you taking good care of me?"

This should be an affirmation, but looking at Qin Chun's expression, Xiao Bingyang was not sure, so he had to be modest in front of his father - in - law: "Keep on improving. There is still some room for improvement."

The steps down the mountain were a bit slippery. Xiao Bingyang walked very fast with long strides. Looking back, he saw that Qin Chun was far behind him, walking carefully in high - heeled shoes.

He was just about to urge her when an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He stopped and reached out his hand to Qin Chun, "Come on. The road is slippery. Hold my hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bushes suddenly shook, and something rushed out. Qin Chun was so startled that her foot slipped and she rushed forward. Xiao Bingyang took a quick step forward and just caught her in his arms.

"Is your foot okay?" Xiao Bingyang remembered her last injury and immediately became nervous.

Qin Chun seemed not to have heard him. Her eyes were fixed on the front, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Look, it's a calico cat! Its fur is so beautiful!"

Indeed, a few meters away, a calico cat was standing beside a stone, arching its body and looking at them warily, as if examining the enemies who had invaded its territory. Its fur was thick, and its yellow - and - white cat fur was bright and clean. It seemed that it should have an owner.

"Mimi," Qin Chun bent down and reached out to it, "Come here. I have something delicious here."

The calico cat arrogantly glanced at her twice and remained unmoved.

Qin Chun rummaged through the offerings but didn't find any food that cats liked. So she took out a piece of bread and handed it over without much hope, "Come, do you like this?"

The calico cat ignored her and suddenly jumped up, showing off by jumping on the stones and low tree branches, startling a flock of birds.

Somehow, Xiao Bingyang felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.

Before he had time to think about it carefully, a call came from the corner. Uncle Huang hurried over, "Hey, Huajuan! Why did you run here? Miss Qin, were you scared? It's so naughty. It always causes trouble when I'm not careful."

"Is its name Huajuan?" Qin Chun laughed. "This name is really interesting."

Uncle Huang waved his hand, and Huajuan immediately jumped into his arms and didn't move.

Qin Chun's desire to touch soft fur suddenly flared up. She immediately stroked the fur on its head and back. The soft cat fur slipped through her fingers. The touch was like some kind of magical panacea. Qin Chun's heart was suddenly filled with warmth. Almost at the same time, Huajuan and she let out a satisfied sigh together.

"Miss Qin, you are very professional at stroking cats," Uncle Huang was happy. "Look, its eyes are narrowed."

"Not bad," Qin Chun was not modest at all. "When I was in college, I was named the 'Cat - stroking King'. Stray cats would be obedient when they saw me."

The two of them played with the cat for about ten minutes. It was time for the cemetery to close. Qin Chun reluctantly said goodbye to Huajuan and went to the parking lot with Xiao Bingyang.

Dusk was falling, and it was almost evening. There was no coldness and loneliness in the parking lot as on the mountain. Smoke was rising from the nearby village, and even the noise of children playing and fighting could be heard. Qin Chun seemed to step from the void into reality.