Seeing this, many people standing behind Jing Chen started to persuade him. “President Jing, the rain is too heavy. Let’s carve the words after the rain stops!”
Zhao Lin held the umbrella for Jing Chen and couldn’t bear to see him like this. He said, “That’s right, President Jing. Young Madam is in heaven. If she sees you like this, her heart will probably ache. She definitely won’t blame you. Go back first!”
Jing Chen ignored him and remained silent. He did not agree or disagree. He only held the tool and looked at the stone tablet seriously. He frowned and relaxed at times, as if he was not affected at all.
That cold and arrogant figure made one’s heart ache.
Jiang Xin also persuaded, “Jing Chen, Auntie will be even sadder if she finds out that you’re ruining your body like this. Even if you don’t think for yourself, you have to think for Auntie, right?”
However, Jing Chen still insisted on carving the words. He ignored the words of the people around him, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Dark clouds were still gathering in the sky, and the rain was getting heavier.
Seeing that there was no response, Jiang Xin finally couldn’t help but go forward and hold the carving tool. She cried to Jing Chen, “Jing Chen, I’m begging you. Can you stop carving first? The sun will rise tomorrow. Come back tomorrow. Sister-in-law doesn’t want to see you ruin yourself like this!”
Jing Chen’s heart was filled with Su Wan now. It was useless to mention Qin Lan, so she would use Su Wan.
However, Jiang Xin was even more determined to replace Su Wan in her heart. Jing Chen’s love would only be for her.
Jing Chen glanced at the hand on the tool and said coldly, “Take your hand away. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Whether tomorrow is sunny or not, has nothing to do with me. Today is Wan wan’s funeral. It won’t be complete even if there’s one less stroke. I’d already let her down when she was alive. I can’t wrong her after she dies.”
Hearing this, Jiang Xin loosened her grip slightly. Jing Chen took the opportunity to pull out his tools and continued to carve on the stone tablet.
Seeing that she could not persuade Jing Chen, Jiang Xin broke down even more and a fit of huge anger rose in her heart.
“Su Wan, so what if you’re dead? You’re dead and you still want to torture Jing Chen! It’s fine if you appear in Jing Chen’s world, but you still want Jing Chen to suffer so much. You might as well not appear!”
Jiang Xin naturally did not dare to say these words in front of Jing Chen, but she had already roared in her heart thousands of times.
Jing Chen was unwilling to hold an umbrella, so he bathed in the rain alone.
The winter rain was bone-chilling and Jing Chen’s hand that was carving began to turn red, but he carved without care.
Seeing that Jing Chen was unwilling to hold the umbrella, Jiang Xin pushed the umbrella aside and squatted beside Jing Chen. “Okay, if you don’t want to leave, I’ll stay here with you.”
Jing Chen’s hands did not stop moving. He said without blinking, “Zhao Lin, get Miss Jiang an umbrella and send her back immediately.”
“No, I’m not going back!” Jiang Xin immediately shook her head and refused. “If you want to go back, let’s go back together.”
“You go back first. I’ll go back when I’m done.”
Jiang Xin looked like she was not going to leave. She shook her head firmly. “I’ll wait for you to finish carving. Even if I’m drenched, I’ll accompany you until the rain ends.”
Hearing this, Jing Chen frowned, anger between his brows. “Zhao Lin, send Miss Jiang back. If anything happens, I’ll deduct your salary!”
Hearing this, Zhao Lin immediately perked up. “Yes, President Jing.”
However, Jiang Xin refused to leave and refused to agree. However, Zhao Lin did not dare to let Jiang Xin stay here anymore and made a few people take Jiang Xin away.
It was definitely not because of those few months of salary!
“Miss Jiang, you should know President Jing’s temper. No one can change his decision, so let us send you back,” Zhao Lin persuaded her kindly.
Jiang Xin’s heart ached and she felt terrible, but looking at Jing Chen, it was useless no matter what she said or did. In the end, she stomped her feet on the spot, turned around, ran into the rain, and left without looking back.
Seeing this, Zhao Lin quickly followed.
Because he had been squatting for too long, Jing Chen’s feet were already numb, but he had no intention of standing up.
Because it was cold and raining, Jing Chen’s hand was stiff at the end of the carving, but he still could not stop.
It would be done soon.
The words on the tombstone had already appeared one by one. Jing Chen frowned and carved the last stroke with trembling hands.
Three lines of words appeared neatly on the tombstone.
“My wife, Su Wan, the only one in my heart, lies here forever!”