Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 1113 - 1109: The Truth Behind the Suicide (Part 1)

An Ran suddenly felt a little afraid of Chi Cheng in this state.Because in this state, he was a stark contrast to his usual gentle and noble demeanor.

"I... I just..." An Ran’s hand unconsciously tightened around the chair back beside her.

I just wanted to make a meal for you.

Chi Cheng lowered his head, the bangs fell over his forehead, obscuring his current expression.

But those sexy thin lips were pressed into a cold line.

"In the future, don’t take matters into your own hands." He threw down these words and walked around An Ran.

With a bang, the front door of the villa was slammed shut.

An Ran stood there in a daze, her expression full of astonishment.

The housekeeper, Zhang Ma, was also dumbfounded and rushed forward, "Miss An Ran, are you okay?"

"I’m fine..." An Ran forced out a bitter smile.

She was famous for her good temper.

But at this moment, she was a little angry...

She had put a lot of effort into making these dishes.

It’s one thing if he doesn’t appreciate it.

Why did he have to get angry?

Zhang Ma patted An Ran’s back and sighed, "The young master is really... Miss An Ran, you truly meant well."

"Perhaps... brother is just in a bad mood." An Ran murmured to herself, "It’s okay, I’ll eat it myself."

She had put so much effort into this, so if others wouldn’t appreciate it, she would just appreciate it herself.

What... could be so bad about it.

An Ran sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

But why did the food taste so bland in her mouth?

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Chi Cheng drove around the streets, his amber eyes darkened due to the accumulation of emotions.

He said nothing, silently driving the car.

The car headed out towards the suburbs.

Passing by a certain flower shop, Chi Cheng routinely stopped and pushed the car door open, walking into the small shop.

The owner of the flower shop was a middle-aged woman in her fifties.

Seeing Chi Cheng, she smiled, "Mr. Chi? Haven’t seen you in a long time."

Chi Cheng faintly smiled, the curvature of his lips barely visible.

"Still the white roses, right?"

The man stood there with one hand in his pocket, "Yes."

The flower shop owner quickly selected a few white roses, wrapped them carefully before handing them to him.

Despite the gloomy mood Chi Cheng was in right now, he still remained gentlemanly and well-mannered as he reached out to take the flowers, "Thank you."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Holding the flowers in his arms, Chi Cheng pushed open the shop door and walked towards his Porsche.

His tall figure against the golden sunlight appeared as an incredibly handsome silhouette.

The new employee at the flower shop was a little starstruck, "Boss, who is he?"

"An old customer of the shop." The flower shop owner’s gaze also followed Chi Cheng’s back, "He used to come once a month, now it seems like two months since we last saw him."

"Does he buy flowers for his girlfriend?"

The flower shop owner shook her head and sighed.

Suburbs, a certain cemetery.

The weather was gray.

Chi Cheng stood in front of his mother’s tombstone, bent over, and gently placed the flowers on it.

The photo on the tombstone showed his mother as graceful and gentle, the kind of woman who is tender as water.

"Mom, it’s been a long time since I came to visit you, will you blame me?" Chi Cheng’s usually clear voice dropped a few notes, sounding a bit hoarse.