Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 918 - 920: Why Aren’t You Helping Anymore?
"In the Cemetery of Sanyuanli." The man spoke, glanced at the sky, and then turned back inside.
"Young Master, this is already the sixth day. Should we lend a hand to Miss Xia?" Ye Feng looked at the Young Master, who was buried in reviewing documents, feeling anxious inside.
Thinking about Xia Qingqian standing all day mourning in front of Qiao Zhenyu’s tombstone in the Sanyuanli Cemetery.
No matter who spoke to her, she wouldn’t listen. When she returned to the house, she ignored the Young Master and even dared to... contradict him.
He truly was worried for Xia Qingqian; her indifference and rudeness towards the Young Master, if this period passes, the Young Master will surely take back everything with interest.
Beitang Yao raised an eyebrow, glanced up, and then quickly resumed looking down, as if not taking Ye Feng’s words to heart.
Ye Feng didn’t think so; he saw the Young Master move slightly, immediately seizing the chance, and urged, "Young Master, after all, you promised her she could come to find Qiao Zhenyu. Why are you not helping now?"
"Hasn’t she already been at Qiao Zhenyu’s grave for six days now?" Beitang Yao closed the documents and glanced at the uneasy-standing Ye Feng.
Once tomorrow is over, does she still wish to remain melancholic? That’s absolutely impossible.
"Go tell her, tomorrow is the final deadline." Beitang Yao said, heading upstairs.
Ye Feng’s brow furrowed deeply. He initially thought the Young Master had made such a decision, signaling a change of attitude towards Xia Qingqian. Little did he expect, not much time had passed before he revealed his true nature.
However, the Young Master didn’t say he couldn’t help Ye Feng to lend a hand. If the Young Master wouldn’t help, Ye Feng still could.
With this in mind, Ye Feng went to the Cemetery of Sanyuanli, and indeed saw Xia Qingqian pruning the flowers and grasses around the tombstone. He sighed, walked over, and stopped beside her.
"Miss Xia, they still haven’t come today?" Ye Feng, with a hint of hope, thought if Qiao Zhenyu’s parents didn’t show up, it might represent some things will remain buried.
Xia Qingqian nodded, not greeting Ye Feng. These past days, she remained indifferent to everyone, yet what she muttered was only the name Qiao Zhenyu.
However, things you less wish to happen, they nevertheless insist on happening.
"Qing Qian?" A surprisingly deep voice rang out, causing Xia Qianqian to pause her work, straighten her waist, and look toward the source.
The breeze gently brushed against the white-streaked hair of the middle-aged couple appearing before her, as it swept across their faces etched by the cruel passage of time.
"Uncle? Aunt?" Xia Qingqian’s voice trembled, "Is it really, truly you?" She was exceedingly excited; she had waited six days and finally they were here.
In fact, without Mu Liubing’s words, she only wished to come to Qiao Zhenyu’s grave and say things she had never spoken. She never thought to unravel the relationship between Qiao Zhenyu and Nancy.
Mu Liubing said the answers could only be found in Qiao Zhenyu’s parents.
"How do you know about these things?" The middle-aged lady, her face filled with confusion, held Xia Qingqian’s hand stained with grass and flowers as she spoke.
To know, it was their son’s request that Xia Qingqian should never know these things; once five years passed, if he hadn’t returned to give her happiness, she would understand everything.
Yet now, the one standing before their son’s grave is the person their son worried for most.
