Chapter 157

At the entrance of the cemetery, a black figure came in a hurry, standing behind the silver haired man. Just about to speak, the silver haired man turned and looked at him.

He frowned and followed the silver haired man's eyes to Jiang Meilan's tombstone.

The girl in her twenties was dressed in a gray woolen coat and wrapped in a brown scarf. From the side, it could be seen that she was not powdered. Her appearance was quite delicate and sweet. She crouched in front of the tombstone and shrunk into a small ball, saying that the preface did not match the Afterword.

Out of the cemetery, the silver haired man murmured, "is this woman the daughter of Jiang Meilan and Ling Dongming?"

The assistant frowned behind him. "According to the investigation, the man on the tombstone is the second man Jiang Meilan married more than ten years ago. She has never had a child with this man named Ling Dongming. This woman should have been brought into Ling's house by her, and should have been born with her ex husband."

The silver haired man flashed a meaningful look in his eyes and slowly spit out four words,

"Not necessarily."

Ye Huanyan squatted in front of Jiang Meilan's tombstone until all the Yuanbao were burned to ashes. Then he kneaded his red eyes and stood up. He squatted too long, and his legs and feet felt numb. When he got up, he staggered and almost fell down.

It seemed that there was a hand holding her. She turned around and looked at the tombstone. The tip of her nose was sour, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

After she left, Ling Han walked out of the direction of Wen Qingwan's tombstone, dressed in a black coat and covered with snowflakes on his shoulders. He walked to Wen Qingwan's tombstone, looked down at the bunch of dried flowers, and then looked up at the two tombstones not far away, looking disappointed.

At this moment, he suddenly resented why Jiang Meilan couldn't meet Ling Dongming after her mother died of cancer, and even complained about why Wen Qingwan had the habit of keeping a diary.

Sometimes people can't know too much. If they know too much, they can't do anything.

Ye Huanyan got into the car. The snowflakes on his shoulders shook all over the carriage. He was so excited by the heating that he suddenly sneezed a few times.

Zhang Bo, who was driving, asked with concern, "Miss Yan, did you catch a cold?"

"Nothing, it's just frozen. Just go back and have some hot soup."

Ye Huanyan waved his hand, not too concerned about his body.

Since childhood, she has strong recovery ability and many serious diseases and minor disasters. Jiang Meilan, who doesn't care, didn't suffer less, but she survived.

Her hand ached faintly. It was the place where she fell on the study door frame yesterday. She looked down and saw the three bandages sticking askew, and the smile on her face was forced.

Ye Huanyan just caught lunch when she came home,

Ling Han came back after him. He was dusty and didn't know where he came back. He didn't want anyone to invite him. He went back to the house and changed his clothes, and took the initiative to come to the restaurant for dinner. Moreover, he didn't say anything unpleasant in his mouth. Even if the old lady mentioned the marriage of two people, she was at most deaf and frowned, and didn't refute.

A meal turned out to be a rare and happy meal during this period of time. The old lady also ate a lot.

"If I can eat every meal like this in the future, I won't be upset by your childish stomach."

The old lady pointed to Ling Han's nose with a happy face.

Ling Han looked unhappy,

"You are so happy that you have to scold me, no matter whether I have angry stomach pain or not."

The old lady raised her eyebrows and her expression was very naughty,

"You have a stomachache. Someone is distressed. What are you afraid of?"

Aunt Zhang, who was busy serving food, laughed at the speech and looked at ye Huanyan meaningfully.

Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned, and his face was inexplicably red for a few minutes, feeling flustered.

In the past, Ling Han always had to say something sarcastic to dispel the wishful thinking of the servants who had nothing to do all day, mainly Aunt Zhang, and imagined his love life with ye Huanyan.

But I don't know what happened today. I didn't say a word. I just coughed twice and brought vegetables to the old lady.

"Grandma, eat more of this."

The old lady raised her hand and turned Ling Han's wrist in a direction, and a piece of fragrant fish fillet fell firmly into ye Huanyan's bowl.

Ye Huan's face froze, and she only heard the old lady smile as if nothing had happened,

"Yan Yan, you should also eat more."

Ling Han withdrew his hand. When she raised her head, she only saw him bow his head to eat, and could not see his face clearly.

After dinner, the old lady went back to take a nap,

When ye Huanyan stood up, he suddenly felt a headache and went back to the room to have a rest.

The servants of the old house walked away again and again. In the evening, there was only a girl named Xiaoqin who helped Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang in the kitchen.

At dinner, ye Huanyan didn't eat in the restaurant.

Ling Han didn't say anything at first, but when he saw that the old lady had nothing different to eat, he wondered,

"Where is she?"

The old lady pretended to be confused,

"Who is she?"

Ling Han frowned and did not continue,

"Now we have to wait for her for dinner? Grandma, are you too indulgent to her?"

Hearing the speech, the old lady's face sank, put down her chopsticks and looked at Ling Han seriously,

"Is Yan Yan such a child who doesn't know the rules? You don't ask her why she hasn't arrived so late."

“……”

"She has a fever and is ill."

Ling Han was slightly stunned, and the action of holding chopsticks in his hand paused.

After lunch, ye Huanyan said she had a headache. Later, when Aunt Zhang went to the room to find her with ginger soup, she found that she had a fever and was still lying in the room, unable to wake up.

"It has been ten years since Yan Yan came to our Ling family. I have seen her grow up. I know best about her temperament. She is single-minded to you. You are so good that you bully her all day long. She has only one heart. If you break it off and crush it, you won't have it next time."

The old lady's words echoed in Ling Han's brain,

When he put down his chopsticks and came out of the restaurant, his steps seemed to be disobedient, and he rushed directly into ye Huanyan's bedroom without saying anything. When he got to her bed, he found that he didn't know what to say at all.

Under an embroidered dark green brocade quilt, a slightly pale little face appeared, and the eyebrows were tightly screwed, as if there was a melancholy that could not be dissolved.

Ling Han's eyebrows also frowned. He slowly walked to the bedside and looked at the face. He was caught by a hand stretched out from the quilt. He subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but found that although she was asleep, her hand was so strong that he wouldn't let go.

I'm so ill and stubborn. I don't know who learned this temper from.

Ling Han reluctantly let her hold her hand, and the other hand lifted the quilt on her body towards her shoulder. After hesitating for a while, he slowly put his hand on her forehead and touched it.

It's burning badly.

I told her to wear two more clothes when she went out. It was snowy these two days, and there was no hurry for the memorial ceremony. Anyway, the time was missed, so she couldn't wait until the beginning of spring.