Sheng Jianan led Tang Yanqi to the sofa to sit down, then took off her shoes, letting her lean into his embrace as he lowered his head to gently kiss Tang Yanqi’s hair.
"Since you know I’m not the Tang Family’s heiress, you should know that although my father is Tang Ruhai, my mother is not Shen Wanqing. She was always sick, and three years ago, she passed away."
Sheng Jianan’s heart tightened painfully as he listened, a feeling of unspeakable sadness engulfing him. He couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been for her at that ti. And him? Where was he?
Not only was he not by her side, but he also only learned about this three years later.
Sheng Jianan pressed his lips to Tang Yanqi’s forehead, muffling his voice as he spoke, "I’m sorry."
Tang Yanqi originally wanted to say sothing, but upon hearing Sheng Jianan’s "I’m sorry," she swallowed her words back down.
In fact, she had once blad him.
At that ti, seeing her mother die tragically and being helpless against the murderer who caused her death made her resent him.
Why didn’t he see her? Why, no matter how much she begged, would he not see her?
But now, those things were in the past. Tang Yanqi wasn’t soone who liked to dredge up old grievances. Sheng Jianan’s "I’m sorry" was received, even though it did nothing to help, and that’s just how it is.
Moreover, talking about those sad things would make her uncomfortable, and him too.
Tang Yanqi remained silent, nested in his arms. After a long while, Sheng Jianan suddenly asked, "Are you going to see Tang Ruhai when you buy a grave?"
Tang Yanqi’s eyelids twitched slightly. She had been hesitating over this question. For three years, she knew he was serving his sentence in prison, but whether she was in France or had already returned, she never thought about going to see Tang Ruhai.
That person had nothing to do with her anymore, but now he’s dead, and death supersedes all. Tang Yanqi pursed her lips, "Let’s go."
A strange ache tugged at Sheng Jianan’s heart once more. His girl, so kind it made his heart ache.
Or perhaps, it’s not kindness but a kind of openness, that no matter what she’s been through, her heart remains pure and clear, untainted by worldly hatred.
As per Sheng Jianan’s instructions, Tang Ruhai’s body was sent to the funeral ho. The next day, he took Tang Yanqi to see him one last ti.
Tang Yanqi looked at Tang Ruhai, whose makeup had been done. It was the first ti she saw him with such a peaceful expression, no longer revealing the stench of money of a businessman from before.
Soon, cremation and burial.
The plot Tang Yanqi bought for Tang Ruhai was in the sa area as her mother’s, but quite far apart, suggesting a distant opposition.
Tang Yanqi’s expression remained calm, without sorrow or the satisfaction of seeing the one she hated et their end.
After leaving the cetery, Sheng Jianan handed Tang Ruhai’s belongings, given to him by the prison, to Tang Yanqi.
But Tang Yanqi suddenly spoke up, "I heard the Tang Family has been seized, but hasn’t been auctioned yet. I want to take a look, do you have a way?"
"Of course!"
Sheng Jianan replied without thinking. He couldn’t take away her pain or suffering, but such a small matter wouldn’t stump him.
The Tang Family was covered in dust everywhere. Tang Yanqi’s gaze swept slowly from the living room to the dining room, and then she lazily walked upstairs. She had nothing left there, having taken everything with her after the bracelet incident.
She just inexplicably wanted to see it. After all, she spent her childhood and youth there. Though not particularly pleasant, it’s a mory nonetheless.
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