Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 1114 - 1110: The Truth Behind the Suicide (2)

Chi Cheng, dressed in a dark gray suit and woolen coat, with clean jeans, sat directly in front of the tombstone without a care."It’s not that I don’t want to see you." Chi Cheng, who always had an upright posture, now slightly hunched his back and lowered his eyes. "It’s just that I don’t know what face to use to see you. The task you entrusted me with before you passed away, I still haven’t completed..."

Ever since Chi Cheng’s mother passed away, he was only in the fifth or sixth grade, and he went alone to study in England.

It’s not that he was born with a deep mind, but if he didn’t act that way, there would be no one to be strong for him.

Over the years abroad, Chi Cheng developed a strong inner self.

He was gentle to everyone, seemingly easy to get along with.

But no one could truly enter his heart.

Composed yet proud.

At any time, he could clearly plan everything.

But now, because of a girl named An Ran, everything was disrupted.

He appeared calm as the wind on the outside, but inside, a storm was already raging.

In these past two months, he struggled every moment between his mother’s last words and his feelings for An Ran.

He once was like a war god, invincible.

Unknowingly, sometime he deviated from his original path because of his feelings for An Ran.

Today at noon, the dishes An Ran made were exactly the last meal Chi Cheng’s mother cooked for him.

All of them were Chi Cheng’s past favorites.

But after his mother’s death, Chi Cheng never ate them again.

Was it a coincidence?

Or was there some hint from destiny?

Was his mother blaming him for not following the plan and fiercely taking revenge on An Ran’s mother and daughter?

A trace of pain emerged in Chi Cheng’s usually indifferent expression.

Heavy snowflakes fell one after another.

It was fiercer than the snow from a few days ago.

Soon, Chi Cheng was covered in snowflakes.

Yet it was as if he couldn’t feel the cold, remaining completely still.

He looked at the photo on the tombstone, his lips moved, "Mom..."

What should I do?

At this moment, someone was walking towards him from afar with an umbrella.

The umbrella shielded Chi Cheng from the snow above.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chi Cheng with a pained expression, "What are you doing? Isn’t the ground cold? Get up."

Chi Cheng didn’t lift his head, his expression indifferent, "What I do has nothing to do with you."

"You..." Lin Wanqing was somewhat annoyed with Chi Cheng’s attitude towards her.

She couldn’t figure Chi Cheng out, nor understood what he was thinking.

Or rather, no one really understood him.

Lin Wanqing looked at Chi Cheng’s handsome face, made up her mind, and sat down next to him.

"Not getting up? Then, I’ll sit with you and freeze together."

"Why bother."

"Because I also haven’t visited Aunt Chi for a long time." Lin Wanqing smiled as she placed her flowers and snacks by the tombstone.

White roses, exactly like the ones she and Chi Cheng bought.

These were Chi Cheng’s mother’s favorite flowers when she was alive.

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As they left the cemetery, Lin Wanqing naturally got into Chi Cheng’s car.

Chi Cheng frowned slightly, but politely asked, "Where is your car?"

"I took a taxi." Lin Wanqing looked innocently at Chi Cheng, "In such heavy snow, you wouldn’t be heartless enough to leave me here alone, right? Even if you were, Aunt Chi wouldn’t agree."

Aunt Chi, she loved her the most.