novelraw Chapter 435 My Love is You (2)
Chapter 435 My Love is You (2)
"Okay...okay...then we’ll wait until next year." Feng Lan showed a faint smile, gently placing Jing Hao and Qiao Mo’s hands together, her expression filled with contentment.After softly telling them many things, she turned to look out the window.
She’s afraid she won’t make it to next year...
But at least she has to hold on until tomorrow.
She couldn’t let her death anniversary fall on the same day as their wedding.
The night outside the window was deep, and Feng Lan kept her eyes open until the clock struck midnight. She finally spoke weakly, "Lan’er, Jing Hao and Xiao Mo... I’m entrusting them to you..."
"Don’t worry, go peacefully." Aunt Lan’s eyes were also wet.
"Bury me with him..."
"I know, I know..."
The two women over fifty whispered softly, and the room was filled with low sobs.
Qiao Mo turned her head, unable to control her tears.
In the end, Aunt Feng passed away on this deep night in early spring, quiet and gentle.
The group was busy until early the next morning, and only then did Qiao Mo take a taxi home. Jing Hao, unable to stop worrying, asked Xie Qinghuan to accompany her.
Sitting in the car, both of them were emotionally down.
Qiao Mo looked out the window and spoke softly, "Qinghuan."
"Hmm?"
"Do you think... Aunt Feng really didn’t know anything..."
Xie Qinghuan was silent. Whether Feng Lan saw the moments at the wedding, besides herself, no one would know.
Maybe she really didn’t see anything from the moment the wedding began, or maybe she just understood Xiao Mo and Jing Hao’s feelings and didn’t want them to feel guilty, so she didn’t say anything.
But in any case, the farce at the wedding is a pain in Qiao Mo’s heart.
No matter if Aunt Feng saw it or not, there was a heavy guilt and remorse constantly tormenting her heart.
After she got home, she urged Xie Qinghuan to go back and rest.
She looked at the empty room, and on the coffee table was still the Valentine’s Day flowers he had given, vibrant and colorful, emitting a faint fragrance.
She took off the necklace from her neck and placed it back in the box, sitting at the table, gazing distractedly at the cake still there.
Days passed one by one, quickly restoring peace. Aunt Feng’s death seemed to only stir a small ripple in everyone’s lives.
Qiao Mo moved again; she didn’t change her phone number but moved to a place closer to school.
She completely deleted Fu Nancheng’s number and re-added Jing Hao’s number into her contacts.
Of course, she didn’t reconcile with him. Because deep down, the man she still loved was him.
Qiao Mo actually didn’t understand why she loved him, but she thought perhaps it was because no one else had given her such extreme pain.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
She was busy every day sending resumes and working on fashion design. Although sometimes she would still daydream and recall their past, most of the time, the busy work left her no room for idle thoughts.
And for the past half month, Fu Nancheng had been holding back and hadn’t sought her out.
They truly seemed like strangers.
Aside from that, the servants at Nanshan Villa, if anyone mentioned Qiao Mo, his face would certainly turn grim, emitting a chilling aura.
Until March 15, Fu Nancheng’s birthday.
Yan Yiheng, along with Qin Zhaoran, called several familiar friends early and booked a rather large room in Nocturnal City, planning to celebrate his birthday.
Knowing that he was in a bad mood lately, Yan Yiheng simply called more people, familiar or not, as long as they could have fun and create a lively atmosphere, he reserved several spots.