Shengge frowned suspiciously and stared at Ji Yuting, who looked gentle and handsome.
Of course she knew who was buried in Fangcheng Cemetery. She once didn't know about Ji Yuting's fake death. She even stayed in Fangcheng for half a year for that tombstone.
While she was meditating, Ji Yuting touched her soft cheek with his generous palm, and lightly hooked his thin lips, "What is my wife thinking about?"
"I was wondering...are you going to see Feng Yunian? What secrets of the Feng family are you hiding from me? Is that secret related to me?"
Ji Yuting's slender fingertips with clear joints gently stroked her cheek skin. The thick fog in his dark eyes made Shengge unable to see through him.
When he spoke, he still spoke softly, "Shengsheng didn't eat a few bites of breakfast at the Feng family's old house, and her face looked gloomy. She was really thinking about this matter."
"I really can't hide anything from my wife. It's my fault that my wife didn't think about tea all morning and the rice didn't taste good."
Shengge patted the back of his hand gently and said angrily: "It's good that you know. Husband and wife should be more honest. Why don't you explain it honestly?"
Ji Yuting held her hand, bowed his head reverently, and kissed her white palm.
"I want to go to Fangcheng Cemetery because I want to tell my wife what happened, but my wife is not allowed to be angry with me."
Shengge smiled charmingly and said, "This happened so many years ago, there is nothing to argue about. Besides, you and I already have cubs. How can I abandon the babies and leave you in anger?"
Ji Yuting nodded in agreement, "My wife is right, I was overthinking it."
More than 20 minutes later, the luxury car stopped outside Fangcheng Cemetery.
Shengge and Ji Yuting got off the car together and bought two bouquets of white flowers at the funeral shop outside the cemetery.
Shengge has walked this road leading to Feng Yunian's cemetery many times.
Every time she came here before, her heart felt extremely heavy.
However, this time, her sweetheart was not under the tombstone, but at her side. Shengge felt calm, holding the flower in one hand, and took Ji Yuting's hand with the other hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.
Arriving at the cemetery, Shengge could accurately find Feng Yunian's tombstone almost with her eyes closed.
When she looked at it this time, she was shocked to realize that the gray and white photo on the tombstone had changed.
It was no longer Ji Yuting's serious, cold and indifferent face, but a handsome but very unfamiliar face of a young man that Shengge had never seen before.
She looked closer suspiciously and said, "During the six months when I was still in Fangcheng, I came to see you almost every two or three days. It used to be your photos. When did this change?"
Shengge felt very strange, "If it had been replaced by the real Feng Yunian's photo, how could Feng Shengsheng still be completely in the dark and not come to express condolences to her brother for a year and a half?"
Ji Yuting politely placed the white flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone and bowed slightly to show respect for the deceased.
"Just last night, before I went to bed, I sent an instruction message to the Fangcheng JC Bureau and asked them to change the photos on the tombstone overnight."
"You move really fast."
Ji Yuting's eyes looked slightly strange, "Does Shengsheng want my black and white photo to hang up here all the time?"
Shengge was startled and stared at him seriously, "Don't say such unlucky words."
Ji Yuting wisely changed the subject, "When Feng Yu was fifteen years old, he died in an accident. As the most capable subordinate around me, I have always felt guilty and regretful about his death..."
Shengge listened quietly. Although she had confessed these things once before when she learned that Ji Yuting had faked his death, she listened patiently to his explanation.