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Mist Shenshen sighed, "I personally handled Yi Nansheng's funeral. After all, he had been kind to our family and was a friend who grew up with you. It took almost three months to bring his ashes back to the country and bury them in Nanshan Cemetery. At least he can rest in peace."
Accidents like this can be considered both natural disasters and man-made tragedies; it’s just bad luck.
Almost no one survived that plane crash.
But it’s better than the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines; at least we could recover the victims' ashes.
Jian Yunong's tears fell once again, plopping onto the dining table.
Mist Shenshen handed her a tissue.
Little Chubby saw Jian Yunong crying and started to wail as well, rushing into Mist Shenshen's arms, pointing at Jian Yunong with Little Fatty's fingers, as if asking, "Mommy, why is Auntie crying?"
Mist Shenshen comforted Little Fatty, "With Le Yi's example right there, who would dare let you know? You and Yi Nansheng have already had enough rumors swirling around. You're focused on your studies. That's why I told Huo Jincheng not to tell you."
Jian Yunong choked on her words, "Auntie, who are you trying to fool? How could you possibly order Huo Jincheng to do anything? Do you have that kind of courage?"
What nonsense is this girl talking about! Mist Shenshen had finally tried to take on a more authoritative role as an elder, only to be ruthlessly exposed by Jian Yunong.
Lifting her shirt to nurse Little Fatty, Mist Shenshen said unhappily, "I don't have that kind of courage? I am your aunt! If what I say makes sense, why don’t you listen? Do you think everyone is like you, stubbornly refusing to listen whenever they feel like it?"
"You’re clearly just speaking up for Huo Jincheng. He has done things that are already excessive. I didn’t get into university in Port City; who knows if he was behind that?"
Jian Yunong felt that Huo Jincheng was too cunning and very likely had done something behind the scenes.
“Jian Yunong, you have a lot of resentment towards him. You're looking at people with bias. Let me ask you first, do you have any evidence? If not, don’t doubt. I knew you wouldn’t be so honest; you still went to Port City for the exam, didn’t you? Aren't you afraid? Going alone!”
Jian Yunong looked a bit uncomfortable. In fact, she wasn't really going alone; Huo Jincheng had been secretly following her the whole way! With him watching her, what could happen?
But Jian Yunong still insisted, “Auntie, I’m fine. Nothing happened, right?”
“We didn’t advise you against the exam in Port City because you haven’t contacted any mentors from Port City University. Many of these exams are arranged in advance with teachers. Of course, it’s not impossible for someone lucky and capable to be accepted by a mentor. But, Jian Yunong, are you that kind of top student?”
“…”
This was similar to what Huo Jincheng had said.
These people were really annoying, giving her ignorance and naivety a hard slap in the face.
“And I personally went to see Teacher Zheng at A University. Do you know how many good things I said? I even gave him your grandfather's precious notes from back in the day.”
Jian Yunong showed a shocked expression. “You gave away Grandpa's notes? Those are his relics!”
It felt like cutting off flesh; Jian Yunong was very reluctant.
Mist Shenshen rolled her eyes. “What can I do? You don’t strive for progress; would you rather let those cultural treasures gather dust at home? I gave them to someone who truly understands their value and wouldn’t embarrass your grandfather.”
Slap! Slap! Slap! It felt like Jian Yunong had received countless slaps on her face. With each slap, an angry voice echoed, reminding her of her recklessness and her defiance against Huo Jincheng!
Mist Shenshen changed the way she held the sleeping Little Chubby, saying, "I originally planned to pressure you into enrolling when school starts, but now that you know, you should prepare for enrollment yourself and redeem your foolish first impression. The face you discarded, Fog Family, you need to pick it up yourself!"
Jian Yunong was taken aback, unable to utter a single word of refusal under Mist Shenshen's imposing gaze.
In a weak voice, she asked, "Auntie, are you really not a lobbyist sent by Huo Jincheng?"
Mist Shenshen responded with a sweet smile that sent chills down Jian Yunong's spine. "Come here, I'll tell you something quietly."
Jian Yunong had no intention of going over; her aunt clearly looked like she was about to hit someone.
"I... I thought Huo Jincheng intended to hide things from me. I saw Le Yi complaining that Huo Jincheng drove away Yi Nansheng and wouldn't let her see him, and then..."
Jian Yunong paused.
"Go on? Why did you stop?" Mist Shenshen waited for this closed-off person to spill what was on her mind.
Jian Yunong tended to keep everything bottled up inside.
If it weren't for this trait, how could she have developed psychological issues?
Sometimes, Mist Shenshen felt a bit sympathetic towards Huo Jincheng. It seemed like women and men thought as if one came from Venus and the other from Mars; her niece Jian Yunong must be from a planet beyond the Milky Way.
"Forget it." Jian Yunong held her cup and took a sip of the already cold soy milk, feeling somewhat disheartened.
"Here we go again, you always do this. I can't guess what you're thinking, so how can you expect Huo Jincheng to know?"
Mist Shenshen said irritably.
Jian Yunong didn't want to tell her aunt about Huo Jincheng and Bai Ru.
She didn't even know why.
"Aunt, I want to pay respects to Yi Nansheng."
"Okay. But we’ll talk about it after you enroll at A University. Maybe during Qingming Festival, I'll go with you then."
"Aunt..."
Am I really that untrustworthy?
"Nong Nong, have you ever thought about one thing? Yi Nansheng left the country for your own good. Can't you prove with facts that you're really doing well and living positively? Do you think he wants to see you acting like this? Do you think he married Le Yi as part of a plan for no reason? Your life abroad is all thanks to Yi Nansheng sacrificing his own happiness for your freedom. Everyone around you hopes that you truly grow up and can live happily. Stop making things difficult for yourself and worrying your husband Huo Jincheng. I'm telling you, be careful of that woman named Ye Mei. She used to be Huo Jinchen's Secretary, and now she's a senior executive in the company. I can see that woman has quite an appetite. Don't think I can't tell. Don't keep picking fights with Huo Jincheng over trivial matters; otherwise, you'll end up losing your husband and won't even have a place to cry."
Ye Mei?
Jian Yunong certainly had some impression of her, after all, she had accompanied Huo Jincheng to Prague to see her.
"It's normal to like Huo Jincheng, it just shows they have good taste," Jian Yunong muttered.
Mist Shenshen snorted coldly, "You're just being arrogant."
Jian Yunong lowered her head, a mocking voice in her heart; if Huo Jincheng truly had thoughts of cheating, she wouldn't be able to stop him, nor did she have the right to.
At that moment, the front door opened, and Huo Jincheng returned holding a document bag. Mist Shenshen smiled and greeted him, "Mr. Huo."
She was used to it; in the company, he was the boss, and at home, she couldn't shake off that title either.
Huo Jincheng nodded, "I came back to get something."
Jian Yunong focused on her food, listening to the familiar footsteps going upstairs, then downstairs, and finally coming to her side.
"Are you two having lunch at home or going out? If you're eating at home, I can have the chef come over to cook."
"No need to go through so much trouble. I have things to do later; I need to take Little Fatty swimming."
"I want to go too!" Jian Yunong looked up.
"What are you going for? It's just a small baby pool, not a swimming hall."
Jian Yunong: ...
She wasn't going just to swim! Did he really have to look down on her like that?
"I... can I go take a look?"
"There's nothing to see."
Mist Shenshen got up, and Little Fatty also woke up in her arms. "Come on, say goodbye to your sister, Brother-in-law."
Of course, the little one couldn't speak. With sleepy eyes, he lay in Mist Shenshen's embrace, looking like he was about to fall asleep again. His little hand was picked up by his mother, pretending to wave goodbye.
Jian Yunong sent off Mist Shenshen and reluctantly returned home.
Clearly just someone who came back to get something, she now sat at the dining table, using her chopsticks to eat crystal shrimp while holding her cup with the other hand. The half cup of soy milk that was left earlier had been completely finished by him.
Jian Yunong felt a pang in her heart; it was almost eleven o'clock, and Huo Jincheng probably hadn't eaten breakfast yet.
She pressed down on his hand, displeased, and pulled back her chopsticks, which caught Huo Jincheng's attention. Had the foodie habit kicked in again? Was he still angry with her? Had Mist Shenshen not successfully brainwashed her yet?
Huo Jincheng suppressed his displeasure and held Jian Yunong's hand in return.
Jian Yunong struggled a bit. "Let go. I'm going to heat this up again. It's not good when it's cold."
A smile slowly appeared in Huo Jincheng's eyes as he rubbed her hand a couple of times. "I'll heat it up."
Jian Yunong glared at him. "I'm not an idiot; I can still use the microwave!"
Huo Jincheng let go and Jian Yunong heated up the snacks on the table, picking up a pair of chopsticks again. "I'm eating this myself, I'm not heating it up for you."
Huo Jincheng's intense gaze fell on Jian Yunong's pouting face. She was being stubborn! Just a moment ago, she had specifically placed his favorite food in front of him.
The two of them finished breakfast in silence. Jian Yunong got up to tidy up, while Huo Jincheng sat at the dining table with no intention of helping. He simply said, "Put it in the sink; there will be housekeeping to clean it."
Jian Yunong ignored him. It was just a few bowls; she could wash them herself.
Huo Jincheng stared at her back, realizing she was still angry. The girl's temper was quite something.
"Jian Yunong, if you're upset about something, just say it. Don't keep giving me the cold shoulder."
Huo Jincheng thought about Yi Nansheng and felt particularly displeased.
A long time ago, when the news of Yi Nansheng's death came, Xu Yizhi had said something that pierced Huo Jincheng's heart.
Yi Nansheng had died, and he had died on a flight that you forced him to take abroad. If Jian Yunong found out, she would probably hold it against him for a lifetime.
The dead can never be defeated.
Because he is dead, all the wrongs he committed will be blurred by time, leaving only beautiful memories that will always be remembered.
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