Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the afternoon, Wen Xin and Su Hang sat in the courtyard of the funeral home, both silent. After a long time, Su Hang finally spoke up.
“Xin Xin, I’m planning to take Tan Xingyue away. If you’re willing, you can leave with us too.”
“It’s impossible. Nobody can take Tan Xingyue away. Grandmother entrusted Tan Xingyue to me before she passed away, and after New Year’s Day, she has to participate in a piano competition. She can’t leave with you.”
Wen Xin lowered her eyes, not looking at Su Hang. She knew Su Hang meant well for Tan Xingyue. Ever since Tan Xingyue was in a wheelchair, she had always wanted to take her away and take care of her. However, she could not agree to it.
“How can you take care of her by yourself? When grandmother was still here…”
Su Hang looked at Wen Xin. She thought it was Yang Jingyan taking care of Wen Xin and Tan Xingyue over the years. Now, with Yang Jingyan gone, there was no one to take care of Tan Xingyue and Wen Xin.
“Do you really think we’ve been relying on grandmother to survive all these years? Have you heard how much the nursing home costs per day? The money you give for a year isn’t even enough to cover a day’s expenses!”
“Do you need me to show you the bills for grandmother’s medical expenses over the years? Do you think I’m not qualified to give Tan Xingyue the best
Wen Xin’s beautiful eyes slowly lifted, and she looked at Su Hang seriously. She hadn’t let grandmother speak before because she didn’t want to complicate things, but now she was misunderstood as incapable.
Hearing Wen Xin’s words, Su Hang looked at her with some shock, her eyebrows tightly furrowed and a worried expression on her face.
“At your young age, haven’t you done something illegal? How do you have so much money?”
“Something illegal? I wouldn’t say it’s illegal. Aunt, you should stop worrying about Tan Xingyue. Her life in Ice City is quite good, and I don’t want anyone to disturb her.”
Wen Xin was always aware that Su Hang was a good person, but her thinking was entirely focused on her research, making her somewhat naive in matters of life.
Wen Xin’s firm tone made Su Hang realize there was no room for negotiation. She lifted her hand and gently hugged Wen Xin.
“Grandmother always said that she wouldn’t have lived to this day without your care. We never understood what she meant by ‘care,’ but now we understand. These years, you’ve really worked hard.”
“It’s what I should do.” Wen Xin always felt responsible for her grandparents, who had saved her, and for Tan Xingyue, who got involved because of her. So, it was her duty to take care of these matters.
Mu Chengxi had taken a nap in the hotel and was now handling some matters. Just an hour ago, he received a document that was both surprising and shocking.
He was unsure whether to tell Wen Xin about it, as it would overturn everything Wen Xin had known for years.
“Master Xi, I think it’s better not to let Wen Xin know about this document. She was still a child before; she does no need to bear so much…
The document was brought back by Liang Luoyu and handed over to Mu Chengxi. It was something Liang Luoyu had discovered accidentally during his investigation. Little did he know that the truth of what happened years ago still harbored such a conspiracy.
Mu Chengxi’s eyes were lowered as he stared at the document before him. Having grown up amidst schemes and deceptions, he was used to it.
However, he couldn’t accept that Wen Xin, only five years old at the time, was caught up in such scheming, a simple plot that had affected her entire life.
He now somewhat regretted using all his power to fulfill Yang Jingyan’s last wish. What right did such a person have to make Wen Xin sacrifice so much for her!
“How are things on Gu Yanzhe’s end?” Mu Chengxi didn’t respond to Liang Luoyu’s remark, only slowly lifting his head to look at Liang Luoyu, inquiring how the situation was handled on Gu Yanzhe’s side.
“The matter has been handled very smoothly. The Su family has already arranged for people to come over from Clear Spring Town. They plan to take Yang Jingyan back to Clear Spring Town for cremation tomorrow.”
“Master Xi, Tan Xingyue is also just a child. This matter has nothing to do with her. I hope you won’t direct your anger at her…”
Liang Luoyu’s biggest concern at the moment was that Mu Chengxi would transfer all his resentment towards Yang Jingyan onto Tan Xingyue. The matter was too big. If blown out of proportion, it would be too much for anyone to bear Mu Chengxi’s wrath.
Mu Chengxi’s deep eyes coldly stared at Liang Luoyu for about ten seconds, then suddenly, he let out a helpless laugh: “She is Wen Xin’s treasure, seen as more important than anything. Do you think if I were to take my anger out on Tan Xingyue, Wen Xin would let me off?”
“This investigation result might not all be true. Let’s leave it as it is, as if we’ve seen nothing. There’s no need to let Wen Xin know. It’s enough that she believes her grandparents genuinely cared for her.”
Mu Chengxi couldn’t dare to imagine the impact on Wen Xin if this document fell into her hands. He didn’t want her to know, willing to keep this secret buried until the day it could no longer be hidden.
Mu Chengxi returned the document bag to Liang Luoyu, “Find a place to hide it well, so no one knows, but don’t destroy it. We might need it someday.”
He always felt that the situation might be more complicated than this. He needed to act faster, to get rid of those people one by one before they could make a move, to prevent any danger to Wen Xin.
Mu Chengxi stood up, glanced at Liang Luoyu, who was zoning out in his wheelchair, “I’m going to the funeral home to see Wen Xin. Are you going to rest at the hotel, or do you want to see Tan Xingyue, who you’ve been thinking about?”
“Master Xi, wait for me. I’ll pack my things and go with you!” Saying this, Liang Luoyu drove his electric wheelchair out of Mu Chengxi’s room.
This was something he had someone buy for him an hour ago. Had he known about electric wheelchairs earlier, he wouldn’t have had so much trouble.
When Mu Chengxi and Liang Luoyu arrived at the funeral home, they saw a man flaunting himself like a peacock in front of Wen Xin, Tan Xingyue, and Chu Yunxuan, especially focusing his gaze on Wen Xin.
Wen Xin, who was wearing a hat and leaning against Chu Yunxuan, seemed somewhat impatient, though her face was not visible.
“Master Xi, who is that man?”
“He’s the son of Tan Xingyue’s aunt,” Mu Chengxi replied, having observed the man before. The man had looked at him with hostility, indicating he was not just any ordinary person.
“So, he’s a relative,” Liang Luoyu mused, feeling less concerned about the hostility he initially sensed from Chu Mufeng. His mood lightened slightly.
“But he’s not related to Wen Xin by blood!”
As Mu Chengxi’s words fell, his pace unconsciously quickened as he strode towards Wen Xin..