At night, the soft and obedient girl was kissed by the big boss in the Beijing circle and cried

"You ask."

"When did you know that Liang Hanyue was my daughter?" She had been hiding it very well, and she didn't expect that he had known it for a long time.

"When I first met her at the cocktail party on our anniversary." Sheng Huaiming replied.

Yun Chu was surprised, "Why?"

Sheng Huaiming's eyes were dark, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. "She has a pair of eyes exactly like yours. Even if you pretend to be cold and indifferent, or even embarrass her in public, I know the way you look at her... is just like when you were in Yunxi."

After being married for so many years, he understood her far better than she could have imagined.

"Then why do you still do so many things?" Yun Chu didn't understand.

"Because of jealousy, because of fear, and because I love you."

Sheng Huaiming gritted his teeth and said, "How much do you love him to give up everything for him to have a child? I'm jealous of him. I'm almost going crazy with jealousy."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yun Chu asked.

"I'm afraid you'll feel indebted to her and treat her better than our Yun Xi. I'm also afraid that if this gets known, it'll bring you trouble." Sheng Huaiming's eyes were red, and his expression was somewhat fierce. "So, she must die. I will never let her affect our family."

"I've never thought of it that way." Yun Chu said seriously, "I swore to be with you and Yun Xi for the rest of my life. No matter what happens, our family will never be separated."

Sheng Huaiming walked over to her, squatted down, looked up at her and confessed, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I should have believed you, or at least asked you. Maybe this situation wouldn't be here today."

Yun Chu reached out and touched his cheek. "I was wrong too. I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid you would dislike me..."

"How could that be." Sheng Huaiming held her hand and placed it on his cheek. "I love you, and I will only love you in this life."

Yun Chu: "Don't worry, she has promised me that she won't hurt you. As for the company, I will work hard with you."

Sheng Huaiming was stunned for a moment, then he kissed her palm and said, "I'm sorry for making you feel wronged."

Yun Chu shook his head.

Sheng Huaiming: "Don't worry about the company's affairs, leave it to me."

"But--"

She was interrupted by him just as she opened her mouth, "We can't defeat Jin Yanchen. There's no need to sacrifice the Yun Group for me. We still have to make plans for Yun Xi."

If his company is gone and the Yun Group also goes bankrupt, Yun Xi will have to endure countless grievances in the future.

Yun Chu knew that what he said was right, so he did not refute it and agreed.

Sheng Huaiming lowered his head like a child in his mother's arms, lying on her knees, "As long as you don't leave me, I don't want anything."

*

Liang Cishu was not from Beijing. He was born in a small coastal town and depended on his mother since childhood. Later, he was admitted to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts and stayed in Beijing.

The year he graduated from his senior year, his mother died of illness, and after divorcing Yun Chu, he returned to his hometown.

He also died in his hometown.

Jin Yanchen applied for the flight route in advance and accompanied Liang Hanyue to pay homage.

On the plane, Liang Hanyue wore an eye mask to catch up on her sleep, while Jin Yanchen wore headphones to attend a meeting. In order not to disturb her rest, he rarely spoke, and even when he spoke, his voice was very low.

The plane landed smoothly at the airport. Liang Hanyue woke up, took off her eye mask, and looked at the hometown in her memory, feeling a little melancholy in her heart.

"Have you lived here before?" Jin Yanchen pulled her hand off the plane and asked as they walked.

Liang Hanyue: "My dad brought me here for eight years."

"Then you are the host today."

Liang Hanyue pursed her lips and said, "I'll treat you to something delicious later."

Jin Yanchen pinched her fingers and said, "It's a deal."

There is a flower shop in the airport. Liang Hanyue bought a bunch of calla lilies, which are Liang Cishu’s favorite flowers.

The air in the cemetery near the sea is filled with a salty and damp smell.

Liang Hanyue held the calla lily in one hand and held Jin Yanchen's hand with the other, and walked to the innermost part of the cemetery and stopped in front of an inconspicuous corner.

"Dad, I'm here to see you."

She let go of Jin Yanchen's hand, bent down and placed the calla lily in front of the tombstone. Next to it was a bunch of white chrysanthemums with water droplets on the petals.

"Do you have any relatives?" Jin Yanchen asked.

Liang Hanyue shook her head. "No, I don't know who comes to pay respect to my father every year. They always bring white chrysanthemums."

"Could it be Yun Chu?" Jin Yanchen guessed.

"It's not her." Liang Hanyue's eyes were cold. "When she divorced my father, she said something: we'll never see each other again in this life, whether we're dead or alive."

If it weren't for this sentence, my father would never have sold the house in Beijing and brought me back to this small city to live in peace.

Jin Yanchen frowned, his dark eyes staring at the bouquet of white chrysanthemums, feeling very unhappy.

"You brought Gu Jingchen here."

Liang Hanyue understood that his old habit had recurred, and said bluntly: "I only brought you here to pay tribute to Dad."

A hint of surprise flashed across Jin Yanchen's eyes. When he realized that the flowers were not sent by Gu Jingchen, the unhappiness in his heart disappeared instantly.

Liang Hanyue pinched his arm and said in a low voice, "My father is watching, please restrain yourself."

Being jealous doesn't matter what the occasion.

Jin Yanchen looked at the photo on the tombstone, his lips curled into a smile, "Dad, hello, I'm Jin Yanchen. I will take good care of Xiao Yueya in the future, and you don't have to worry about her being wronged anymore."

Liang Hanyue pinched his arm again, "What nonsense are you talking about to my dad?"

Jin Yanchen frowned, "You've already brought me to meet your parents, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Liang Hanyue was silent.

Jin Yanchen looked at the tombstone again, "Dad, you have to take care of her even in your dreams. You can't be fickle and abandon someone after having sex with them."

"Who is fickle? Who is abandoning you in the end?" Liang Hanyue couldn't bear it anymore and pinched his arm again, wishing she could bite him.

Jin Yanchen put his arm around her shoulders, his smile brighter than the ripples on the sea. "So you promised to be with me only from now on. Dad heard it, so bear witness for me."

Liang Hanyue did not refute, but his words made the sadness in her heart lessened a lot.

The sea breeze blew her hair. She raised her hand and brushed it against her ear. After a moment of silence, she suddenly spoke, "Yun Chu said that my father loves me more than her. In fact, she is just making excuses for not being able to endure hardship."

"My grandmother passed away early, and my father took care of me and her during her confinement. He made sure no meal was repeated for the six meals a day. He was afraid that holding me for too long would harm her health, so he held me 24 hours a day. Because she wanted to lose weight, she couldn't eat foods high in sugar, so my father did everything he could to prevent her from buying them for herself, lest she regret eating them and blame herself for not having enough self-control."

"She said my dad was unwilling to bend for her for his pitiful self-esteem, but she didn't know that in order to buy her a pair of dream shoes, my dad was looked down upon and humiliated by those rich people, and he had to swallow his anger. When she saw the shoes, she was only happy for a minute, then complained that they were out of date and that people would laugh at her if she wore them outside, and then she casually threw them into the shoe cabinet and never wore them again."