Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Yan Xia paused, feeling that nothing good was going on.

Si Jinghuai didn't answer Mrs. Si's call just now, so she didn't want to answer it even more.

But the servant stood there and kept looking at Yan Xia. Seeing that Yan Xia had no intention of answering the phone, she smiled lightly and said, "Madam said that if you don't answer the phone, she will have to come to see you in person."

Yan Xia thought it was better to answer the phone.

She walked to the phone and reached out to pick it up.

As soon as she got close to her ear, she heard Mrs. Si's warm and soft voice: "Xia Xia."

This title made Yan Xia's hair stand on end. She and Mrs. Si didn't seem to be so familiar with each other yet.

Besides, when Si Jinghuai lost his memory, Yan Xia didn't get along well with her.

It can even be said that there is some resentment, but Mrs. Si is using such an affectionate tone now. It's strange that Yan Xia is not afraid.

She pursed her lips and said in a polite and distant tone: "Mrs. Si, just call me Yan Xia."

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

The implication is that there is no need to be so hypocritical.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Si on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned, but after all, she was a noble lady who had lived in a big family for decades.

His acting skills are great.

She chuckled softly: "Xia Xia, we were a little unhappy before, but you have to be a mother in the name of me."

"Jing Huai is well now. It's a big happy event. It happens to be my birthday this weekend. I'm going to prepare a family dinner at home."

"You and Jing Huai come back early then."

Yan Xia was stunned: "But..."

"Then it's settled. When the time comes, I'll have the servant prepare your and Jing Huai's favorite dishes and wait for you."

After saying that, Mrs. Si didn't give Yan Xia a chance to refuse and hung up the phone.

Yan Xia held up the microphone and listened to the beeping sound coming from the microphone, feeling a little confused.

Why does she feel that the family banquet prepared by Mrs. Si has the meaning of Hongmen Banquet?
She put down her phone and decided to ask Si Jinghuai what he wanted before making a decision. There was no rush now anyway.

Although things have come to an end, Yan Xia still feels a little lack of energy.

Her grandpa passed away, and she still felt sad.

Finally, after thinking about it, I decided to visit my mother’s grave.

After tidying up a little, Yan Xia went out alone. It seemed that she hadn't been to her mother's cemetery for a long time.

On the way, Yan Xia picked a bouquet of carnations.

When she arrived at the tombstone, Yan Xia looked at her mother's photo on the tombstone and put the carnation down.

"Mom, grandpa has passed away. Have you seen him?"

"I think you must have a lot to say between you. Grandpa loves you so much, and he also loves me very much."

"Just forgive him, old man."

The cemetery is empty, and occasionally a few birds will pass by. Apart from the chirping of birds and the occasional sound of wind, the only sound is Yan Xia's chattering.

In the end, she simply sat down in front of her mother's tombstone.

The carefree look was quite different from her image. No one was watching anyway. Yan Xia continued to talk: "Mom, do you miss me?"

"It's been a long time since I've visited you in my dream."

The sound of wind accompanied Yan Xia's low tone and carried her voice far away.

As she spoke, Yan Xia felt her eyes turn red.

Tears fell silently. Just when Yan Xia was about to raise his hand to wipe them, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind.

There was also a handkerchief in his hand.

Yan Xia was startled and exclaimed softly: "Who is it!?" When she turned around and saw the person coming, Yan Xia frowned slightly: "It's you?"

Mu Shiyun smiled and gently shook the handkerchief in his hand: "Wipe it off. It's not nice to see a girl crying."

Yan Xia frowned slightly.

"Are you following me?"

Yan Xia was a little defensive about Mu Shiyun's sudden appearance.

Apart from the answer that he was following her, Yan Xia couldn't think of any other possibility. After all, where in the world could such a coincidence happen?

He had just arrived when Mu Shiyun arrived.

Seeing that she didn't want to reach out to pick up anything, Mu Shiyun chuckled and took back her hand, looking at the tombstone in front of her.

The picture of the woman on the tombstone had a bright smile, but when he looked at it, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Yan Xia, who was standing aside, saw his expression.

In fact, Yan Xia could probably guess the relationship between Mu Shiyun and her mother after hearing the conversation between her grandfather and Mu Shiyun before.

It was probably because my mother was young and obsessed with love, so she believed Mu Shiyun's nonsense and wanted to elope with him.

In the end, he was let down.

Mu Shiyun listened to Yan Xia's words but did not answer.

Instead, he cast his deep gaze on Xia Jin's tombstone, and some unknown emotions flashed through his eyes.

"Your mother, has she ever mentioned my mother to you?"

"No!" Yan Xia answered firmly. After speaking, he looked at Mu Shiyun with a sneer: "What does Mr. Mu mean by coming here?"

"Reminiscing about the past?"

"I advise you to save it. My mother may have forgotten you a long time ago."

In fact, when she first met Mu Shiyun, Yan Xia had a good impression of Mu Shiyun.

He has an elegant manner and is humble in appearance. Although some unpleasant things happened at that time, Yan Xia still had a good impression of him.

But now seeing Mu Shiyun standing here, Yan Xia felt ironic.

Mu Shiyun seemed to have known for a long time that Yan Xia would speak harshly to him. Hearing this, he turned to look at Yan Xia, his face still unfazed.

"Your temperament is really similar to your mother's when she was young."

Yan Xia was in no mood and sneered: "If Mr. Mu is here to pretend to be affectionate, there is no need."

"My mother doesn't need it either."

Yan Xia lowered her eyes slightly, then turned to look at Mu Shiyun: "If there is nothing else, Mr. Mu should not come here in the future."

Mu Shiyun's eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look at Yan Xia with a somewhat probing look.

"Aren't you curious about what happened between me and your mother?"

"I'm not curious." Yan Xia answered firmly.

Seeing this, Mu Shiyun chuckled and said, "It's okay. Your grandfather just passed away. I know you are in a bad mood."

"When you are free, we can talk about it."

"No need." Yan Xia looked at Mu Shiyun: "We have nothing to talk about."

Since her mother never mentioned him again before she died, Yan Xia felt that her mother really didn't want to see this person again.

Since my mother doesn't want to see her, what can I talk to Mu Shiyun about?

Yan Xia turned and left.

After taking two steps, he paused and looked back at the man standing in front of the tombstone: "Mr. Mu."

She called Mu Shiyun, and Mu Shiyun turned around to look at him. The black suit on Mu Shiyun made his elegant temperament look a bit serious. (End of this chapter)