Soon, someone else came over. It turned out to be Xi Min's family. Zhan Qingye held a child named Tang Yuchen in his arms. He was wearing a black suit today with a small white flower on his chest.
Tang Jun also arrived shortly after. He came over to comfort Xi Jiuchen and then accompanied his grandson.
Xi Min came over and chatted with Xi Jiuchen for a few words. Her eyes were red again and she looked quite haggard. After she finished speaking, she walked towards the elders.
When Zhan Qingye came over, Xi Jiuchen told him, "Take good care of your mother."
"I can't help it. My mother has been unable to eat or drink these days. My father and I tried our best to persuade her." Zhan Qingye shook his head.
The stone monument has been erected, Mrs. Xi's ashes have been buried, and relatives and friends have taken turns to lay flowers and pay homage.
In the first group, Xi Jiuchen took his wife and children to salute. The little guy put the bouquet in his arms next to the stone monument. He looked at the great-grandmother in the photo. He kept holding back his tears. Tang Zhixia patted him and the little guy turned his head.
He threw himself into her arms and wiped tears on her clothes.
Tang Zhixia also had red eyes, kissed his little head, and took him away from the side. Immediately afterwards, people came up in an orderly manner to present flowers. Jian Zhipei took Ye Wanwan with him, and the flowers in his hand were also handed over to him.
Ye Wanwan put it on for him.
Xi Siyao's eyes often looked at Xi Jiuchen lovingly under the umbrella, watching him hold Tang Zhixia and her son in his arms, and seeing the tenderness and grief in his eyes, her heartstrings tightened from time to time, she felt sorry for him.
Even if she doesn't have the qualifications.
After the memorial ceremony was over, relatives and friends left one after another. Only Jian Zhipei remained. Tang Zhixia accompanied Xi Jiuchen after seeing off the guests. When she saw him standing in front of the tombstone, she stretched out her hand to hold his hand and stood quietly with him for a while before leaving.
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On the way back, Ye Wanwan was asked by someone to sit in his car.
"No, I want to go back with Mr. Tang." Ye Wanwan refused.
However, when Tang Zhixia heard this, she turned around and said softly, "Wanwan, there is nothing to do today. You can take Master Jian's car!"
Jian Zhipei grabbed her wrist and walked towards his car, but Ye Wanwan could only pass by.
In the villa.
The little guy is very obedient and plays Lego in his room. He knows that mom and dad are too tired these days.
Tang Zhixia asked Xi Jiuchen to take a bath and then take a nap. He hadn't had a full night's sleep in the past few days, either because he was caught up in something or because he was so sad that it was difficult to fall asleep.
Xi Jiuchen obediently listened to his wife's words and went to take a bath. Tang Zhixia pulled him onto the bed, snuggled into his arms and slept with him.
After a while, Tang Zhixia heard the even breathing of the man beside her, and he fell asleep.
Tang Zhixia felt distressed and tucked him into bed, then got up to accompany his son.
The dead have passed away, but the living must also make their way forward. Tang Zhixia is fully aware of her next responsibility, and she must face it with strength.
Jian Zhipei's car also drove into the city, but instead of going back to his villa, he went to a high-end coffee shop.
Sitting in the coffee shop, Ye Wanwan persisted in her words and looked at the man opposite again, "Master Jian, please, let me see your grandma and explain to her that I lost your family heirloom, okay?
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When I got Qiao Xuemei's call today, Ye Wanwan was worried that he would be scolded.
Jian Zhipei looked at her worried eyes and even wanted to get ahead of him when she was scolded. Did this mean she liked him?
"Ye Wanwan, please don't worry about this matter. My grandma won't scold me for more than a few words." Jian Zhipei gracefully picked up the coffee, "She loves me the most."
