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Beishan Cemetery.

The best location offers panoramic city views.

A solitary grave.

It's been renovated to a very luxurious degree.

On the thick marble, with just a few strokes, her entire life was depicted.

The tomb of my beloved wife, Jiang Mian.

The photo on her tombstone shows her with a gentle and radiant smile, as if she had never experienced any hardship in life.

Jiang Mian stood in front of her own grave, looking at herself.

The phrase "like a lifetime ago" seems to find its perfect meaning at this moment.

Jiang Mian stood quietly, looking at herself in the photo for a long time.

For no apparent reason, tears streamed down my face silently. I couldn't explain why.

Jiang Mian reached out and gently wiped the photo on the tombstone.

My phone rang; it was Gong Yan calling.

Jiang Mian answered the call.

"Found it?" Gong Yan asked.

"Mmm," Jiang Mian responded, her voice noticeably nasal.

"Have you been crying?" Gong Yan asked again.

Jiang Mian sighed, "Yes, Yan Yan, no wonder you didn't want to tell me where this place is. Looking at your own grave is indeed very sad."

Gong Yan sighed softly on the other end of the line, "I didn't dare to go the first year. I cried every time I went, and I would get sick every time I came back."

Gong Yan's usually aloof voice was gentle at this moment, "You've come this once, that's enough. You've already had a chance to start over. Don't look back, just move forward."

"Mmm." Jiang Mian responded softly, "I know. The reason I came here today is to... say goodbye to my former self."

Upon hearing Jiang Mian's words, Gong Yan understood the meaning but was not quite sure.

He then asked, "What do you mean? You're not planning to waste your time with that guy surnamed Lu anymore? Weren't you soft-hearted before, thinking he had psychological problems?"

"Who will feel sorry for me?" Jiang Mian lowered her eyes, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips. "Xu Yawei is back."

Gong Yan paused on the other end of the line, then said, "I understand. Come to my office when you have time, and I'll draft an agreement for you."

After ending the call, Jiang Mian quietly looked at the tombstone for a while before turning to leave.

Shortly after she left, two figures appeared on the stairs behind the tombstone.

Song Wan stood there, covering her mouth tightly, her body trembling violently, tears already streaming down her face and seeping between her fingers.

Even so, she hadn't made a sound at all.

Jiang Shan stood behind her, his eyes also reddening, his gaze filled with shock.

Moreover, their shocked expressions also carried the joy of having something lost and found.

"But..." Jiang Shan's voice became hoarse, "How... how could this be? How could this be?"

“My Mianmian, my Mianmian is really back…” Song Wan pressed her hand tightly against her heart, afraid that what she had just seen and heard was just an illusion.

“I knew it… I knew it, people can’t be that similar. Her demeanor, expressions, and unintentional little gestures are so similar to Mianmian’s… plus Gong Yan’s attitude.”

Song Wan thought of the conversation between Jiang Mian and Gong Yan that she had just overheard, "Gong Yan must have known all along."

"Mianmian is willing to tell even herself, so why won't she tell us?" Jiang Shan asked, puzzled.

Song Wan choked up and asked, "Is she... blaming us?"

The Jiang family was not in a good situation at the time. After she married Lu Bozhou, the Jiang family received cooperation and support from the Lu family and was able to get out of the predicament.

Rumors are circulating that the Jiang family was able to escape their predicament by selling their daughter to the Lu family.

They were not unaware of how awful those rumors were.

But as parents, the die is cast, and they can't possibly persuade her to get a divorce.

After Jiang Mian's death, this matter remained a knot in the hearts of her parents.

They always felt that it was because they, as parents, had failed to make Jiang Mian feel supported.

So it wasn't until after she died that they learned how much suffering their daughter had endured in the Lu family.

Jiang Shan and Song Wan unanimously decided that they would do everything in their power to help Jiang Mian wherever she needed them.

If she doesn't want them to know her true identity, they can pretend they don't.

Jiang Mian was completely unaware of these things.

She had no idea that her parents had seen her from behind.

What Jiang Mian didn't know was that her tomb was under very tight surveillance.

She had only been gone from the cemetery for a short while.

The message had already been reported to Lu Bozhou's mobile phone.

The room on the third floor was dark.

Lu Bozhou curled up on the bed, not moving at all.

A call came in, and the phone screen lit up.

He didn't move or react at all. After a moment, his eyes moved slightly as he looked at the phone screen.

After seeing the name saved for the incoming call number above.

He gradually regained his mobility from his stiff state.

"Speak," Lu Bozhou said, his voice unusually hoarse as he answered the phone.

As he listened to what was being said on the other end, Lu Bozhou's eyes gradually narrowed.

After the person on the other end finished speaking, they hung up the phone. Shortly after, a message came in.

It contains a video file.

Surveillance video files.

His cold fingertips tapped it open, and his fingers even trembled slightly as he did so.

In the image on the screen, Jiang Mian sat in front of the tombstone, her face strikingly similar to the face in the photograph on the tombstone, all within the same frame.

After she left, Song Wan and Jiang Shan walked out of the back staircase, crying.

Lu Bozhou stared at the screen for a long time.

His body, which had been stiff, gradually regained its ability to move.

He sat up and looked up at her in the framed painting on the wall.

Each and every stroke was drawn by him, each one seemingly imbued with his heart and soul.

At that moment, he stared intently at the picture frame on the wall, without saying a word or making any movement.

After a long, long time, he finally raised his hand to wipe his eyes and buried his face in his knees.

……

Jiang Mian seems a little different, although she still dotes on Lu Chaochi.

But at other times, things are indeed a little different.

The most obvious sign of this was that she stopped smiling at Lu Bozhou.

She used to smile at Lu Bozhou quite often, but lately, she's hardly smiled at all.

But apart from that, if I had to point out anything wrong, it doesn't seem like there is.

She still managed the household perfectly and took excellent care of Lu Chaochi.

Lu Bozhou was busy with work, especially with the major project he was currently planning, which was of particular importance.

There isn't much time to worry about other things.

It was Song Xun who reported to him that Jiang Mian had been acting strangely lately: "Boss, your wife has been getting very close to Attorney Gong recently."

Lu Bozhou was busy, so he didn't think much of it. "Gong Yan and she have a good relationship, so it's normal for them to be close."

Until this day, Jiang Mian came to Dingsheng Group.

She arrived dressed in a beautiful but slightly formal outfit, not the style Jiang Mian would wear, but the style Jiang Mian would wear.

After all, she was born into a wealthy family and had the soul of a girl with a refined air about her; she even managed to carry off the clothes well.

When Song Xun saw her, he was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he had the illusion that he saw Jiang Mian from the past!

"Uh, Madam... what brings you here?"

"I'm looking for Lu Bozhou."