“Tsk, tsk, tsk, how much money are you lacking?” An Fengyang stared at her and could not resist asking.
“I lack a lot of it.” Shui Anluo rose to her feet and stared innocently at An Fengyang.
“You’re holding the richest man in ‘A’ City and yet you claim to have no money. Why don’t you ascend to the heavens?” An Fengyang poked her forehead with one hand.
“That’s not the same, my Director Chu’s money is my family’s. However, your money is given in vain,” Shui Anluo replied in a righteous manner.
‘My Director Chu’s money is my family’s!’
This was a good response. Director Chu felt very happy when he heard it so he stroked her head happily as well.
Wen Xin chuckled, Shui Anluo had made her laugh.
An Fengyang brought Wen Xin to the tombstone. The autumn wind carried a cool sensation.
Shui Anluo looked up at Chu Ningyi who was next to her. His expression as a little cold at the moment and his eyes were stern.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Just as all of them were standing silently, Yuan Jiayi’s voice suddenly chimed in.
Shui Anluo turned around to look. Yuan Jiayi was being pushed up by her housekeeper. A bouquet of lilies was placed on her lap and she was wearing large sunglasses and a long black skirt. Even her hair was tied up high, looking more relaxed than usual.
Yuan Jiayi took her sunglasses off and looked at them. However, she paused and smiled when she saw Wen Xin, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“My wife, Wen Xin,” An Fengyang replied indifferently.
“Hello,” Yuan Jiayi nodded at Wen Xin.
Wen Xin nodded back, her attitude was neither intimate nor distant.
Once Yuan Jiayi finished speaking, she asked her maid to push her to the front of her father and mother’s grave. She then put the flowers down.
“Dad, Mom, I’m here to visit you,” Yuan Jiayi said with a sense of sorrow in her voice. “I’ve been unfilial, I haven’t visited you for so many years.”
Shui Anluo looked up at Chu Ningyi. She reached out and took the little darling from him.
Yuan Jiayi’s shoulder trembled as if she was crying.
“Ningyi and Fengyang have been very good to me, don’t worry.” Yuan Jiayi said once again.
This time, Shui Anluo could confirm that she was crying because her voice was hoarse.
“Besides, Ningyi has a kid now. He’s very cute.” Yuan Jiayi wiped her tears, stared at her parents’ grave and smiled.
Shui Anluo unconsciously held the little darling tightly. She did not know why but Yuan Jiayi’s statement sent shivers down her spine.
The little darling blinked and softly cried out ‘Mama’ because his mommy was hurting him.
Shui Anluo relaxed her group then kissed his little cheek to soothe him.
A disdainful smile formed on the corners of An Fengyang’s lips. Who was she trying to condemn by pulling out this sympathy card?
Everyone knew that when Uncle Yuan had passed away, he had placed Yuan Jiayi into Chu Ningyi’s care. By saying all this, she was undoubtedly complaining that Chu Ningyi had gone back on his promise.
“Yuan Jiayi, if you have something to say, let’s discuss it properly. You know better than anyone else who had wronged whom in that year,” An Fengyang said icily.
Yuan Jiayi turned around with innocence and grief in her large eyes. “Fengyang, why are you saying these things? We’re in front of my parents’ graves. If you have something against me, you shouldn’t say it in front of them, right?”
Shui Anluo stared at the weeping look on Yuan Jiayi’s face. She felt that she would suffocate to death if she stayed here any longer.