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His right hand jumped a few times, the back of it burning with the dampness of her face, but he immediately clenched his fist, and it took a long time for him to put his hand lightly over her face.

His heart couldn't stop trembling.

"Alright."

As long as she wasn't going to see that bastard, he could take her anywhere.

Shen Yi's heart dropped and his eyelids drooped, covering the guilt in his eyes: "Brother Rui, I'm sorry …"

The next day, Uncle Zhou cooked breakfast according to Sheng Rui's favorite taste all these years. Of course, it was no surprise that these things were Shen Chuxin's favorite taste.

Over the years, he had slowly unfurled before her eyes the memories of his past and the fact that she had been fond of them for years and years.

Each additional point of contact added another bit of guilt and pain to her heart.

"What's wrong? Is it too sweet? " When she slightly raised her eyebrows, Sheng Rui He couldn't help but ask her with a gentle gaze.

Shen Yue felt a stab of pain in his heart, and a bright smile appeared on his face as he shook his head, "No, just …"

He took her hesitation. "I'm not used to it."

It hit the nail on the head and was cruel enough to hit the nail on the head.

She had not been used to these things for seven years, and he had lived with them for seven years.

Just as he was about to say something else, she snatched his words away. "Let me help you fill up a bowl of congee. You just got a lot of steamed buns." Then, without waiting for him to call Uncle Zhou, she had already turned around and entered the kitchen. At times, she would place the rice porridge with the right temperature in front of him and set the spoon aside.

That kind of action was extremely natural.

Sheng Rui He looked at her every move, until she returned and sat back in her seat. He didn't dwell on what he had said, but picked up the spoon that was placed on the table next to his right hand and elegantly finished the bowl of millet congee.

A City, east of the city cemetery.

It was a cemetery with a beautiful view of A City. Anyone with status in A City would burn their ashes and bury their ashes here. They would be able to see the maple trees on both sides of the mountain path.

Fortunately, the mountain path was a ramp, so he didn't let anyone follow them. Shen Chuxin slowly pushed the wheelchair step by step, and from time to time, she would listen to his warning. It took them a whole two hours to reach the tombstone.

As she walked, the delicate bag hanging at her wrist constantly swayed.

The nightmare from seven years ago had cost her all her family members in one night.

And at this very moment, in the photographs on the monuments, they looked so peaceful and happy, one of them alive and still smiling all those years ago. Even her twin brother, Shen Yuxuan, had a face that bore some resemblance to hers, but he had the air of a handsome man, and her face had the gentleness of a woman when compared to his.

"Beginner, I'm sorry."

Shen Chuxin leaned against her little brother's tombstone and sat down, gently leaning on it. Under the sunlight, some warm tombstones made her lean on them as if they were the sun's warm body.

After Sheng Rui He said those words, he struggled to turn his wheelchair around to the other side. He turned his back towards her and left this place to his family.

When Shen Chuxin retracted her gaze, she asked as if her little brother was still by her side, "Xuan, you said you don't believe that Sheng Ming An would treat our family like that, but towards our parents, Brother Rui won't abandon us. Do you already know, is everything really a misunderstanding?"

It had been a cold and gloomy April night in the north, and she had stood stubbornly and obstinately in the privacy of the half-mountain villa all night waiting for him, but none of them had thought that he had not been in A at all at the time.

But so what?

She was gone for the whole night, and when she appeared like a ghost outside the house again, it was the countless police cordons pulling on each other. The police officers maintaining order stopped anyone who wanted to enter.

"I'm sorry, but there was a gas explosion and someone is dead. When the situation is not stable, none of you are allowed to enter, lest another explosion injure the innocent."

Her cold tone did not allow for any of the residents to question her. There were also her neighbors outside the district, and when they saw her, they rushed towards her and started to beat her up and scold her, "The daughter of the Shen family! It's all your home! Your parents went bankrupt and turned on the gas to kill themselves! But what's wrong with us people? Why don't we go somewhere else even if we want to die?! "The daughter of the Shen family …"

One night, when she went out, her brother had taught her, "Sis, if you see Brother Rui, you must not lose your temper first. Ask him about this first and then ask him to explain to Uncle Sheng and us that our parents have never done anything illegal and that the company has never laundered money for the gangsters … You must guarantee that you won't lose your temper first! "

Compared with his capriciousness and insensible, his younger brother was much more sensible, which was why he was prematurely born into his girlfriend and had a child that was less than two months old.

"Xuan Xuan, if it was you, what would you do now?" "Teach me …" His forehead rested against the sun-warmed headstone, and tears ran down his face and splattered on the marble.

If his brother was here, what would he do? If it was a woman as smart as Xin Ran, what would she do?

She really missed Chen Chen. She really wanted to quickly see him, hug him and kiss his face. She heard his soft voice call out, "Mommy!" But she knew that Rui He would never allow her to mention ChenChen in front of him, because he didn't know anything. Why?

Had he really not known and suspected anything that night?

In her mind, Zhuo Mengyao's face appeared again. She had pushed a miscarriage from seven years ago to her own eyes, and said with infinite sadness that it was Sheng Rui He's child.

Something was wrong, something must be wrong!

Shen Yuxin suddenly opened her eyes wide in shock at this thought. Could it be — he really didn't know that it was her that night?

When he raised his head, he saw that the sun had hidden itself into the thick layer of clouds. The sunlight spilled out from the sea of clouds, and the darkness above his head gradually began to brighten as the sun rose out of the clouds.

Yao Jingya was undisguised in her love for Zhuo Mengyao. Seven years ago, she was still the most obscure of those famous young misses who pursued Sheng Rui He. What had made her turn into Yao Jingya's eyes overnight?

When they got on the car, many doubts arose in Shen Chu's heavy heart.

The mystery was growing like a snowball. Where was she going to start with all the truth of seven years ago?

Beside the car on the mountain path, there was an assistant that he had been using for seven years. The assistant named Yao was not related to Yao Jingya in the slightest, and was one of the people that Sheng Rui had always trusted the most.

When Shen Chuxin got on the car, she lowered her eyebrows and pulled the bag on her wrist. She noticed that he gave her a quick and imperceptible glance that was filled with too many things.

As the car drove into the city, Shen Chu, exhausted, leaned against the car, squinting his eyes. After a while, when he felt a splitting headache coming on, a soft, dry hand gently pulled her head, and she leaned against the shoulder of the person beside her.

The tip of her nose started to ache. At this moment, Shen Chuxin slowly opened her eyes and asked, "What happened to your leg before?" She hadn't forgotten that the first time she saw him, his legs had been hard and stiff.

The hand above his head hesitated for a long time, but then suddenly retracted it. Sheng Rui He lightly said: "You're tired, sleep for a while."

Shen Chuxin stopped talking, leaning on his shoulder and squinting her eyes at the back of the assistant's head, she had a deep impression of him.

As she passed a flagship store on the Walking Street, she suddenly sat up and asked, "Can we stop the car?" The whole car froze for a moment at her words, and she turned her head to look at him. "I want to buy some clothes."

She lowered her eyes and tightened the bag in her hands.

Sheng Rui He's thin lips slightly parted, "Can't I do it another day?" It was inconvenient for him to let her down today. If she crossed the road, the wheelchair would be quite troublesome.

And he didn't want her to bear the strange stares of passers-by.

"Let him accompany me in." Shen Chuxin raised her eyes, looking at the assistant sitting in the front seat who had been expressionless since seven years ago, and said.

Sheng Rui He was still worried, because he had caused too much of a ruckus over his marriage annulment with the Zhuo family. Although the media had been quieter recently, and a few people who had received photos of her from his lawyers had also deleted her, however —

"I want to buy a dress and will be back soon. You know I won't leave. " Shen Chuxin looked at him with a pleading expression in the man's hesitant voice.

She would never treat him with such an attitude.

"Take care of your safety," he said softly. "Let Yao pay for what you like." He raised his eyes and said to the assistant in front of him, "Protect her well."

Shen Chu Xin bent down and smiled at him before she got out of the car. Then she followed Yao Luo through the green belt and into the flagship store across the street.

In the car behind her, Sheng Rui He's gaze was glued to her overly slim back.

He liked her to yell at him in an arrogant manner: "Brother Rui! The red dress at the Paris Fashion Week is beautiful. I want to make a birthday dress.

He said, "I'm not going to Paris until next week."

She then threw his pile of documents on the ground and asked with her eyes wide open, "Why can't you go tomorrow? By the time you arrive next week, your skirt will have been taken away!"

However, he wasn't angry at all, and could only helplessly shake his head, "Alright, alright, alright, I'll book it for you tomorrow, okay? I don't have to go, do I? "Eldest Miss?"

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him, "You have to buy it yourself to show your sincerity! "Don't let the assistant and secretary book it. You must go and buy it!"

He found it funny. "Isn't that too unreasonable?"

She shamelessly changed her arrogant and domineering attitude, changing to a cute and charming smile as she approached his desk and winked at him. "Who's used to this?"

"Me."

"So — can you blame me?"

It can't be blamed on her. He had cooped her up in an ivory tower and made her look like that, and even if she had been angry with him when she was sixteen and hadn't learned to drive and jumped onto the fountain he'd ordered from Denmark and hit it so hard he couldn't make out the new fountain, he would only yell at her: "Can you drive when you're angry? Didn't I already teach you how to pedal and brake? Don't you know to brake? Even if he couldn't step on the brakes, he had to drive to the garden next door. What if something happened? Crying … You only know how to cry … "Alright, alright. Don't cry. It's Brother Rui's fault. You shouldn't have just let yourself play in the car. Ai ai ai, I already told you not to cry …"