One of the summer jobs is to monitor the Marquis couple, Chu Huaijin and Xiao Yijing. But since accepting this task, there has been nothing special to discover in the summer: Marquis George is often out of town, Chu Huaijin and Xiao Yijing are busy with their work, and the Marquise is also busy with work every day.

Since I witnessed it that day, the Marquise and Chu Huaijin and Xiao Yijing walked together, and they have never found the three of them in such close contact.

Sometimes, Summer can't help but wonder: Is it because the boss has missed his wife too much in the past few years, or is he still stuck in regret and can't extricate himself, so as soon as he saw this marquise, he poured his feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for many years into her?

However, such words, such speculations, Summer can't ask Xia Mohan, and can't say it to others. I had to continue to stare at these people.

Jewelry companies and film and television companies, because of Xiao Yijing and Chu Huaijin's care, Mu Wanchun can finally relax his long-standing tense nerves.

On this day, after Mu Wanchun got up, he glanced at the calendar and found that this day turned out to be his father's 60th birthday, if he was still alive.

After stroking her face with her hands and sighing for a long time, Mu Wanchun decided not to go to the company today, and go to the cemetery to visit her father, she just had something to say to him.

After washing, Mu Wanchun deliberately wore a casual dress: a white silk shirt on top, a pair of tight jeans underneath, and a pair of flat sneakers on her feet. With a simple ponytail, the woman in the mirror looks refreshing and capable, a few years younger than her in professional attire or ceremonial clothing.

In the flower shop, Mu Wanchun bought three bouquets of flowers, one bouquet of white roses, one bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and one bouquet of white calla lilies. She wanted to dedicate the white roses to Xia He, the white chrysanthemums to her father, and the calla lilies to Zhao Huanting's mother.

Because it's a weekday, there aren't many people who go to the cemetery to worship, and Mu Wanchun just wants to avoid the crowded environment.

The sunglasses she wore took up half of Mu Wanchun's face, and she deliberately wore a hat to cover her face.

Walking along the path, Mu Wanchun observed the movement in the cemetery. Fortunately, there was no one around the graves of her father and Xia He. A hanging heart, this is put down.

Mu Wanchun dedicated the bouquet of white chrysanthemums to his father and divided the bouquet of white roses into two parts, one in front of Xia He's tombstone and one in front of his own tombstone.

Taking off her sunglasses and hat and squatting down, Mu Wanchun looked at the three familiar faces on the tombstone, her heart ached so much that she couldn't help herself, but there was only sharp ice and snow in her eyes, because her tears had dried up in the past few years.

"Dad, Xia He, I'm coming to see you again. The company's affairs are already running normally step by step, and my two closest old friends, Chu Huaijin and Xiao Yijing, have also returned! With them, I am not alone. With them there, I can rest assured and concentrate on gathering information to find the sinners who have mutilated you. I will bring them out and give them the punishment they deserve, and I will give you justice to comfort your souls in heaven. ”

Mu Wanchun walked over, stretched out his hand and touched his tombstone, his familiar and unfamiliar, young, beautiful, and energetic smile, Mu Wanchun's heart suddenly hardened: "It's just a few years, it has changed a person's temperament, and it has also changed the trajectory of her life." But overnight, the fate of many people has changed dramatically. Fate is truly unfathomable. Since I survived, I would not have spent my life hastily in a corner of the world with a face that no one recognized. I'm back, and I don't just want revenge, I want to make my life brighter and happier than before. I want you to know: I'm not a mud to be left to your hands!"

Taking a deep breath, Mu Wanchun stood up, bowed three times to the three tombstones in front of her. Then, pick up the bouquet of calla lilies that were placed on the ground, turn around, and prepare to leave.

However, the moment she turned around, her heart lifted, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

Xia Mohan was holding a few bouquets of flowers and was standing in front of Mu Wanchun, he looked at her in his eyes without a trace of surprise and doubt.

Just when Mu Wanchun hesitated, Xia Mohan walked towards her.

Glancing at the flowers placed in front of the tombstone, the corners of Xia Mohan's mouth rose up, he wanted to show a smile, but squeezed out a wry smile.

"Thank you, madam—thank you for coming, for visiting them. ”

Mu Wanchun's eyes looked away, and said indifferently: "A few days ago, my mother-in-law said that she had a dream, dreaming of her old friend, so she wanted me to be free and come over to worship." When I was buying flowers, I thought that Mr. Xia's wife and sister, as well as his father-in-law, were also in this cemetery, so I thought about it, let's take a look......"

Xia Mohan nodded, he knew everything from the moment he saw her back in the cemetery just now. Naturally, Xia Mohan also saw Mu Wanchun's panic and surprise when he saw him, as well as his pretended calmness. However, he neither wanted to say anything more nor embarrass her.

"Madame's intentions, you don't have to say, my relatives and I already know it. Xia Mohan said, offering the flowers one by one and respectfully placing them in front of the three tombstones.

Mu Wanchun stood aside, quietly watching Xia Mohan offer flowers and salute.

"Dad, today is your 60th birthday, I came to see you and Xia He, and late spring. I don't remember this day, but my mom called me this morning to remind me. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, you've been gone for more than four years. The past four years, just a flick of a finger, have been the most difficult days in my life. Dad, late spring, Xia He, I regret it, I regret the choice I made four years ago, I regret everything I lost...... If you have a spirit in heaven, I hope you can forgive me and bless me to find out the truth of four years ago as soon as possible, so as to comfort your souls in heaven. Xia Mohan said, walked over, squatted down, and stroked the photo on Mu Wanchun's tombstone.

Standing behind Xia Mohan, Mu Wanchun looked at the man in front of him who had put him in his heart, and heard him say such gentle and delicate words for the first time, but his heart was so calm that he couldn't make waves.

When he squatted down, Mu Wanchun smiled: this man who had never lowered his body in front of her "Mu Wanchun" actually had this day. But what's the point? She has seen him as a passerby, and she no longer cares about him, and she no longer sheds tears for his heartache.

If he just stood like this, Mu Wanchun felt that it didn't seem appropriate.

So, she smiled reluctantly, and she said, "Mr. Xia, Mrs. Zun, looks very gentle and dignified." It's just that creation makes people, after all, it's still so young......"

Xia Mohan listened, stood up and turned around, looking at Mu Wanchun with an indifferent face.

"Heaven is sometimes ruthless, it always takes away the best of us when we are in confusion and ignorance, and when we lose it and regret it, it jumps out to mock our stupidity. But sometimes, this cruelty of God is for us to reflect and learn to make up for ......"

"Oh-then Mr. Xia, what is the best thing you have lost? Moreover, for Mr. Xia, it is necessary to win the wind and rain, I really don't know, what are the shortcomings in life and what needs to be made up for the current Mr. Xia?" Mu Wanchun said with a smile, with a trace of coldness and sneer on her face that was not easy to catch.

Xia Mohan took a step forward, walked up to Mu Wanchun, stared into her eyes, and said, "The best thing I lost is my wife and our children. ”

Mu Wanchun laughed, laughing so much that she showed her teeth, but she laughed without a sound, she was just using a gesture to show her ridicule of Xia Mohan's words: "Mr. Xia's affection, I think I want to be able to hear the lady lying on the ground, right? It's just that I think that the dead are the greatest, no matter what purpose Xia always says such things, but standing in front of their tombstone, it is better for Mr. Xia to tell the truth." After all, in this world, it is never the dead who are injured or victimized, but the living. They are already dead, and Mr. Xia doesn't have to say these nice words, they can't hear them. ”

Xia Mohan knew from Mu Wanchun's look and words that she didn't believe in him and despised him. But at this time, no matter how you explain it, it won't make her believe it. All he can do is act.

"Madame, my wife and I, we, are not really divorced. Our divorce certificate is just an expedient measure, and even the divorce certificate is fake, and the seal on the divorce certificate is a discarded seal. Xia Mohan looked at Mu Wanchun and said.

Mu Wanchun's body shook for a moment, and the mockery at the corner of her mouth became more obvious. But she didn't say anything, and she didn't want to talk to Xia Mohan on this topic, there was no need. Whatever he thinks, whatever he wants. Now she is not his.

"Oh, that's the case—that's a pity, I don't know if Mrs. Zun knows about this matter?" Mu Wanchun said, her eyes were fascinated, and her face showed regret.

Xia Mohan sighed: "She didn't know about it before the car accident. She should be very sad. But now, I'm here to tell her that I think she knows. ”

Mu Wanchun shrugged his shoulders senselessly, having nothing to say.

"Madame, what about the Marquis George—I see, I seldom see him walking with you?" asked Charmoham.

"He's busy, and he's invested in some industries domestically. So, it was always inevitable to go out, and sometimes, to go back to the country, to visit his mother, and to take care of some things. Mu Wanchun explained.

Holding calla lilies, Mu Wanchun searched all the way, came to the tombstone of Zhao Huanting's mother, respectfully offered flowers and saluted. Then Mu Wanchun looked at the portrait of Mrs. Zhao, told George's mother how much she missed her, and said that she would regard Zhao Huanting as her sister and try her best to take care of her, so that the friendship between the elders would continue between their generation.

Xia Mohan also followed Mu Wanchun over, he looked at the posthumous photo of Vice Mayor Zhao's wife, and felt sorry: the lady on the posthumous photo was gentle and beautiful, dignified and intellectual, and had a kind face.

Xia Mohan knew the deputy mayor's wife, who was very low-key and very humble. When she was alive, she was even more beautiful and kind than in the photo.

"Madam, tonight, I am going to a banquet, a banquet where the bigwigs in the business circle gather. I don't know if Madame, if you have any intentions, join me. If Madame goes, I'll introduce you to some people, and resources. I don't know what Madame, what do you think?" asked Xia Mohan.

Mu Wanchun hesitated for a moment, then agreed. She couldn't let Shermo have any doubts about her anymore.

In the cemetery, after a short stop, Xia Mohan and Mu Wanchun drove away one after the other.

When he was about to arrive in the city center, Xia Mohan called Mu Wanchun and asked her if she had time to have lunch together.

Mu Wanchun refused. She couldn't get too close to him, she was afraid of provoking tongues, and she was afraid that if she got too close to him, he would find some clues.

"Thank you, Mr. Xia, but in the company, I still have some things to deal with. Also, I need to go back and change my clothes for tonight's banquet. ”

Mu Wanchun's refusal was reasonable, and Xia Mohan had to accept it.

Watching Mu Wanchun's car turn into another lane, Xia Mohan's eyes followed the car in his head, and a sense of chagrin rose in his heart, and he couldn't tell where that chagrin came from.