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Xia Zhi glanced at him flirtatiously, "I was coaxing you! Who doesn't know that young master Qiao is busy! How could I have thought that you would spend so much time playing golf with me? I, Tian Wan, am still not aware of the situation I am in! Let's not talk about it anymore. In a hurry. "BYE!"

She disappeared before his eyes like a whirlwind.

Especially when he found out that she wanted to profit from him, he was even more determined to get it.

Lifting up the jade cup in front of him, his slender fingers gently caressed the surface of it, as if the jade cup was still warm from her touch.

Xia Zhi, regardless of whether you are a human or a demon, one day, I will make you happy under me!

When Xia Zhi arrived at the capital, it was already 9 PM.

She stayed in the Grand Hyatt Hotel, and just as she was about to go take a bath in the bathroom, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Xiao Zheng.

As he opened it, the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy smile.

Xiao Zheng was really quick to act, and was always able to give her the information she wanted the most at the first possible moment.

It had only been four days since he returned home, and all his plans were progressing smoothly. He had also gained quite a bit from it. It seemed that the heavens had truly helped her!

She had to get a good night's sleep today. Tomorrow, she had to muster up her courage and take down her goal!

Thinking of this, she quickly walked into the bathroom.

After soaking in the bath, she laid down on the bed and turned on the computer. She called up the information about the old lady and read it a few more times to make sure she remembered it, then turned off the computer and went to sleep.

Maybe it was the night before, maybe it was the fatigue of the long journey, or maybe everything was going so well that it made her feel good, but this time she closed her eyes and fell asleep easily.

She got up early the next morning.

When she opened the window, she originally wanted to smell the fresh air, but she didn't expect that a hot wave of heat would rush towards her, instantly sweeping away her cool body.

The capital's weather really wasn't something that a person like her, who was used to living in a beautiful city, could accept.

Xia Zhi shook her head and quickly closed the window, then quickly entered the bathroom.

When he came out again, he was already feeling refreshed.

However, she had changed into a small, formal black dress.

Today was the ghost festival of the seventh month, so black was the most suitable color for today.

She went down to the dining room for breakfast and then left the hotel.

They fought until they reached the grave.

On such a special day, traffic was heavy and congested.

Even though Xia Zhi had left home an hour earlier, she still could not avoid the crowded streets.

When they finally got within a kilometer of the cemetery, the car could no longer move.

Looking at the bustling stream of people, Xia Zhi could not help but feel her scalp go numb. "Master, how long will it take to block this wall?"

The driver sighed, "Looking at the situation in the past, I'm afraid this wall will last for many hours! He had to wait! Humans are getting more and more rich, and they are paying more and more attention to the memorial services of their loved ones.

Xia Zhi looked at the endless carriage and the human heads moving everywhere. She gritted her teeth and said, "Forget it. From the looks of it, she is much faster in leaving. "I won't trouble you then. I will get off the car and leave!"

She pushed the door open and followed the crowd.

The one kilometer journey was neither long nor short, and after walking half the distance, Xia Zhi's heels were torn off by the new leather shoes she had put on today. Every step she took was excruciating.

Xia Zhi took off her shoes and stepped forward barefooted, finally reaching her destination. She bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums, a bottle of wine, and two cups at the cemetery's entrance, then carried them into the garden.

He walked in front of a pile of tombstones for half an hour before finally finding Chen Fengyun's grave.

Compared to the other tombs, this place was way too desolate. There wasn't even a single offering. It looked like a lonely grave without a master, adding to the desolation of this place.

What made her curious was that Old Lady Chen did not come either.

However, she had received news that Old Lady Chen would definitely come here to pay respects to her only son at ten o'clock every year during the Qingming Festival.

Was the news wrong?

Or perhaps there was something that had delayed him and he had not gone out?

Xia Zhi was a little uneasy. She offered the flowers and poured two cups of sake. After bowing three times politely, she found a spot to sit down.

Fortunately, today was a cloudy day. Although it was a bit stuffy, the temperature had dropped by several degrees since yesterday. It was still within tolerable range.

Xia Zhi didn't think that sshe would stay here and wait until dusk. Seeing that the number of people in the cemetery was decreasing, and the sky was starting to turn dark, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

Obviously Old Lady Chen would not come.

She must be sick and unable to get out of bed, or delayed by something more important.

Seems like her trip was a waste, she had to think of another way to get close to Old Lady Chen.

Just as Xia Zhi was about to get up, she suddenly saw an old man, whose hair was completely white, walking slowly towards her with a staff in hand.

His white hair and wrinkled face were filled with sadness and vicissitudes of life. His muddy eyes did not seem to have anything to do with sadness. His entire person was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and grief.

It caused Xia Zhi's heart to tremble, as if she had seen her own reflection in the old man's body.

It must be her, right?

Only those who lost their closest friends two years in a row would feel such sorrow and despair, right?

Xia Zhi suddenly found it difficult to go and disturb her, but after thinking about it, it was equivalent to freeing her from her worries, she calmed her heart down, and gently leaned on the tombstone with her eyes closed.

Footsteps stopped beside her, and she could clearly feel the old man's breath on her nose.

The old lady looked at her.

She was still holding her breath.

The old man's hoarse voice sounded next to her ear. "Miss, stop pretending. I know you're awake."

The old man's bluntness caused Xia Zhi's face to flush red. He opened his eyes and laughed embarrassedly, "Sorry. I was just a bit tired and wanted to close my eyes to rest.

Old Lady Chen waved his hand, "I'm not interested in acting. All I know is that you're sitting in the wrong place. This is my son's grave.

"AHH!" "I'm sorry." Xia Zhi immediately stood up.

Trembling slightly, the old man bent down and threw all the chrysanthemums and wine in front of the tombstone to the side. He then took out the offerings from his bag and placed them one by one in front of the tombstone.

The offering was very ordinary, but it consisted of a plate of fried soybeans, a plate of green bean cake, a plate of sour plums and a cup of wine.

The old man slowly sat down, holding onto the tombstone. He looked at the photo on the tombstone and gently said, "Son, take your time and eat. Mom's here to watch you eat. Eat slowly, don't choke on it in a hurry. "

The corner of the old man's mouth held a smile, and his face was filled with gentleness and love. The sadness and despair that had originally enveloped her had long since disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, in front of her son, she had carefully concealed all of her unhappiness.

The old man truly felt sorry for his son!

Xia Zhi felt her heart ache as she looked at her. Just as she was about to walk forward and comfort her, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed past him.

The people who had been left in the cemetery all covered their heads with their hands and ran down the mountain.

The old man sat motionless, still gazing tenderly at his son, as if he had wandered out of the world.

"Old lady, it's raining. Let me help you hide in the pavilion over there! " Xia Zhi walked forward and said softly.

"If you want to hide, then hide, don't worry about me!" Old Lady Chen did not even glance at her.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Xia Zhi was worried, but knew that Old Lady Chen was famous for her stubbornness, if she was not willing to move, she would not be able to force her.

She had to get up and run to the cemetery gate.

As he ran out of the cemetery, he saw that the stall vendors were busy packing up.

Xia Zhi ran a huge circle, yet she could not find a stall selling umbrellas.

She hastily ran in front of a middle-aged couple and stopped. She pointed to the big umbrella they were standing on the ground with and asked, "Big brother and big sister, can I buy this umbrella of yours?"

The man lowered his head to pack his things as he said impatiently, "Not selling!"

The woman raised her head and looked at her curiously, "Why do you want to buy this umbrella?" Take shelter from the rain? Can you handle it? "

"Yes. "How about this, big sister, I'll pay five hundred yuan for your umbrella!" Xia Zhi took out his wallet.

"I said I'm not selling!" If you take away our umbrella, what will happen to us? We're not completely drenched! " The man snappily threw a large stack of underworld coins into the sack.

After Xia Zhi heard this, she handed over all the cash in her wallet to her, "There is three thousand here. Do you think it's enough to pay you guys? "

The man was stunned. He raised his head and looked at his wife with a puzzled expression.

The woman smiled as she received the money, waving her hand, "Big sis, quickly take it away!"

"Thank you!" Xia Zhi let out a long sigh of relief, lifted his umbrella and ran towards the cemetery, stumbling to the side of the old man.

Old Lady Chen's entire body was drenched, her white hair was falling down one by one on her face, she looked extremely miserable.

Xia Zhi felt her heart ache when she saw this, so she hurriedly placed the umbrella back into place. Then, she squatted down and used a handkerchief to wipe off the rain on her face.

But Old Lady Chen did not move, as if she was a meditating old monk.