The famous family loves marriage, sweet to the point

Chapter 153 Chapter 154: The funeral is over

Jing Boyuan hugged the girl's body tightly, and comforted her wordlessly with his generous and warm embrace.

The embrace of a mature man is like a haven, quietly shielding the ups and downs outside, calm and reliable.

Standing behind the crowd, Wen Zeyan looked at the girl in the arms of a man, and remembered what the neighbors said in the yard of Ye Qingxin's house, saying that Jing Boyuan used to wear a shroud for Zhou Qiaoqiao as his son-in-law, Guarded the mourning hall for Ye Qingxin for three nights, without sleep...

For a rich and powerful man to do this for a woman, it seems that he has gone beyond what he thought was a play on the spot.

Wen Zeyan's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, turned and walked out.

The girl he once wanted to protect in his arms for the rest of his life is now being protected by another man. He is unwilling to do so, but there is nothing he can do about it.

From the moment he broke up with her, from the moment he turned around and married someone else, he lost all qualifications and opportunities.

It was past ten o'clock when I came back from the crematorium.

Here in T City, at the funeral, the one holding the urn is the filial son, and the one holding the portrait is the virtuous grandson.

Ye Qingguo was arranged to hold Zhou Qiaoqiao's urn and walk at the front of the funeral procession. Zhou Qiaoqiao had no grandson, so he arranged for a distant nephew with a portrait to follow Ye Qingguo.

Ye Qingxin followed behind the grandnephew, and behind them were other funeral relatives and the funeral band. The line was very long, and the people behind were holding wreaths.

The cemetery is a little far away.

After walking for about ten minutes, Ye Qingguo, who was in front of him, suddenly tripped and fell, and the urn rolled far away.

There was a commotion in the team.

Ye Qingguo sprained his ankle, and sat on the ground in pain, only crying.

Father Song didn't care about him, he quickly picked up the urn and dusted it off, picked up the black cloth to cover it, and shouted to the team: "Come here, a nephew to hold the urn."

A son can't do it, but a nephew can also be a filial son.

It's just that Zhou Qiaoqiao's nephews are too young. Father Song looked at the little kids who walked out of the team and shook his head, "Aren't there any older ones?"

Ye Qingxin felt a little distressed, her mother's life was rough, and now that she's gone, is it still not going well?
She took two steps forward, "Uncle Song, let me do it."

Father Song glanced at her stomach, "There is still a long way to go, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

Seeing that the hour was approaching, Song's father was a little anxious, "I saw Zhou Shan this morning, didn't he follow? Does anyone have his phone number? Give him a call."

Someone in the crowd said: "Child Zhou Shan is sick and has a sudden convulsion. He has gone to the hospital. I'm afraid he won't be able to make it out."

Song's father looked at Ye Qingguo with tears and snot running down his face, "What can we do..."

Looking at Ye Qingxin, who is thin, "Is your body able to handle it?"

Ye Qingxin nodded, and reached out to pick up the urn in Father Song's hand, "It's okay."

However, before her fingers touched the urn, she was picked up by another pair of hands.

Jing Boyuan's clothes changed early in the morning. The dark gray shirt and trousers were straight and tall, and the body odor of a mature man mixed with the smell of tobacco entered Ye Qingxin's nose, which reassured her.

In the ear, Jing Boyuan's steady voice sounded, "I'll hold it."

Father Song hesitated, "It seems inappropriate."

Someone in the crowd said, "I like it. As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. Mr. Jing is the son-in-law of the deceased, that is, the half-son of the deceased. There is nothing wrong with him holding the urn. Let's go!" Well, it's getting late, don't waste the time."

The team set off again.

Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan in front, the man's back was wide and tall, like a mountain, steady and deep, which made her feel warm and reliable.

The sun was scorching overhead, and there was no breath of wind.

The smoke from the burning paper curled upwards, and Ye Qingxin knelt in front of the tombstone and used a branch to poke the sticky coins in the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously.

Ye Qingguo knelt aside, with a confused expression, and asked Ye Qingxin: "Sister, Uncle Song said that my mother will live here and not go home, why? It's so small here, how do you sleep at night? Who will cook braised pork for Xiaoguo? "

Ye Qingxin smiled, tears streaming down her face, "Xiaoguo, good boy, will Xiaoguo be with my sister in the future? My sister will cook braised pork for Xiaoguo and buy chocolate for Xiaoguo."

Ye Qingguo's eyes lit up, but he hesitated, "Then mother won't be with us?"

Ye Qingxin touched Ye Qingguo's prickly head and said with a smile: "Mom will always be with us from now on."

Ye Qingguo still doesn't understand, obviously he hasn't seen his mother for several days, and obviously Uncle Song said that his mother will live in this small place and won't come back, how can his mother be with him all the time?

What else did he want to ask.

"Xinxin." Dou Weier's voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them.

Ye Qingxin turned her head and saw Dou Wei and Jing Suosuo's dusty appearance, she was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

Dou Wei'er's eyes were flushed, "Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing? If I hadn't met Suosuo and heard her talk, I wouldn't have known that Auntie would just go there."

On the second day after Zhou Qiaoqiao arrived in the capital, Jing Boyuan asked her and Ye Qingxin to move to Nanshan Villa.

Therefore, Dou Weier didn't know that Ye Qingxin had left the capital for several days.

Jing Suosuo solemnly placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in his hand in front of the tombstone, and Dou Weier also had a bunch in her hand.

Ye Qingxin was grateful: "Thank you for visiting my mother, my mother will be very happy to know."

The banquet lasted until one o'clock, and around two o'clock, the guests were almost gone.

Jing Suosuo came here by plane with Dou Weier, and they took Ji Yi's car when they left.

Jing Jun only came to the small courtyard on the first day, but he didn't even show his face afterwards, Ye Qingxin didn't care, let alone care about it.

The yard was full of tables, and the tables were in a mess. Ye Qingxin stood at the gate of the yard, and suddenly there was a sense of sadness in her heart.

Song's father and Jing Boyuan were settling accounts, and after deducting the expenses, there was a balance of nearly 50 in gift money received.

50 is a huge sum of money in a small town.

Father Song couldn't help sighing: "I've lived most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen so much money. In the past, when other people held weddings and funerals, the most they received was tens of thousands of gift money. Mr. Jing's face is really extraordinary."

Jing Boyuan stretched out his hand to flick off the cigarette ash, but he didn't reply when he heard the words, he was already used to this kind of compliments.

Ye Qingxin helped to clear the table, and when she raised her head inadvertently, she could see the shade. Jing Boyuan was sitting on the bench with his legs crossed, the ledger was on his lap, the hand flipping through the ledger held a cigarette in his hand, his eyebrows were drooping, and he was concentrating on On the account book, he looked calm, like the master of the house.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that her heart seemed to be settled.

Without her mother, she still has this man.

This man will be her root in the future, wherever he is, that's where her heart is.

Song Jiu walked up to Ye Qingxin, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Your big boss is so kind to you. He wears a shroud, keeps a vigil and holds an urn. Does he really regard himself as Aunt Zhou's son? Is that so?" Do you still know the man? Introduce me to one too."

Ye Qingxin: "..."

"It's said that like attracts like, Xinxin, Boss Jingda must have a lot of unmarried golden bachelors around him, right?"

Seeing that Ye Qingxin didn't speak, Song Jiu said to himself: "I also want to go to the capital, and catch a rich man to return home. You're returning home, right? Those neighbors are so jealous that your eyes are red..."

As if thinking of something funny, Song Jiu laughed twice, and said, "Did you see Uncle Du at the banquet just now? He brought a niece who was [-] or [-] years old, and deliberately sent it to the boss of your family. It's ridiculous, and I don't even look at his niece's virtues, she can't even compare with your finger."

Ye Qingxin: "..."

Turning his head to look at Jing Boyuan, Father Song was sitting next to him explaining something, he just stared at the account book, occasionally nodding his head, the boss's air was revealed from every move on his body, coupled with handsome facial features and tall The body, no matter how you look at it, is very masculine.

After four o'clock, the yard was finally tidied up. Song Jiu's family and relatives and friends who helped them left one after another, and the yard was completely empty.

Ye Qingguo sat on the stool at the gate of the yard in a daze.

Ye Qingxin walked to Jing Boyuan and sat down.

Jing Boyuan stubbed out the cigarette butt when she was walking this way.

Ye Qingxin noticed that there were more than a dozen cigarette butts scattered around his feet. He smoked a lot in the past few days, and she never stopped him once. Jing Boyuan didn't sleep for several nights, and he might not be able to survive without smoking.

Thinking of this, she felt a little distressed.

"Bo Yuan, go to sleep, I'll call you for dinner."

Jing Boyuan held her hand, and smiled when he heard this, "It's fine."

Ye Qingxin didn't listen to him, she directly pulled him up from the stool and pushed him into her bedroom until she pushed him down on her small bed, "Sleep for a while."

She turned on the electric fan to blow on the bed, and pulled the quilt over the man's stomach.

Jing Boyuan stared at her earnest little face, and smiled, "I haven't showered for several days, and my body smells, don't you dislike it?"

Ye Qingxin glared at him, "If I despise you, what are you going to do?"

As he spoke, he patted his hand, coaxing a child and saying, "Go to sleep, I'll call you for dinner."

Jing Boyuan couldn't help laughing, it was the first time in his thirty years of life that he was coaxed by a little girl like a child.

Close your eyes and fall asleep smelling the girl's fragrance on the pillow.

Maybe he was tired, but this time, he fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Qingxin made the meal late on purpose. By the time the meal was ready, it was exactly eight o'clock, and it was already dark outside.

After putting the meal on the table, he told Ye Qingguo not to steal it, and then went to the bedroom to call Jing Boyuan.

Almost at the moment when her hand was on Jing Boyuan's arm, the man opened his eyes, with a bit of sleepiness in his deep eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "What time is it?"

"Eight o'clock." Ye Qingxin said and reached out to pull him up.

Jing Boyuan took advantage of the girl's delicate strength to stand up.

"Is it better?" Ye Qingxin asked.

Jing Boyuan rubbed her hair, "Yes."

When the two came to the kitchen, they saw Ye Qingguo stuffing something into his mouth quickly. He was startled when he heard the door open, then he closed his mouth tightly and looked at the wall, pretending that nothing happened, but that The squirrel-like cheeks had already betrayed him.

Ye Qingxin walked over and said seriously, "What did you steal?"

Ye Qingguo bulged his cheeks and shook his head vigorously.

Ye Qingxin poked his bulging cheek with her finger, angrily and funny, "Not yet, look at your face."

Ye Qingguo blushed, lowered his head and silently spit out the meatballs in his mouth and put them back on the plate.

Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan: "..."

After eating, Ye Qingxin was about to get up to clear the table, Jing Boyuan got up before her, and said while picking up his watch: "You sit down."

Seeing the figure of the man with his sleeves rolled up, busy in front of the pot, Ye Qingxin's heart became more stable, and she felt a sense of satisfaction spontaneously.

After a long time, she asked him, "When are you going back to the capital?"

Jing Boyuan didn't turn around, just said: "Together with you."

Ye Qingxin said: "I want to wait for my mother to pass the first seven days before going back, and wait for her to come back and eat the last bowl of rice before leaving."

According to the saying in T City, the soul of the deceased will return home on the first seven days, and the family will prepare a bowl of rice for the deceased. Ye Qingxin does not want her mother to see an empty house when she returns.

"You go back first, I see that you have called a lot these two days."

Jing Boyuan washed the dishes, wiped his hands, came over and sat down beside her, "I've made arrangements for the company's affairs, Luo Feng will take care of them if there's anything, don't worry."

Ye Qingxin didn't say anything else, she reached out to hold his hand and played with it.

After a while of silence, she said, "I went to buy you toiletries when you went to sleep in the afternoon, so you can take a shower and have a good sleep. Thank you for your hard work these days."

Jing Boyuan raised his hand to touch Ye Qingxin's face, Ye Qingxin could smell the dishwashing liquid on his fingertips.

"You don't need to say thank you to me, it's too natural."

The man's palm was a little cold because it was soaked in water, and it was very comfortable to stick to the skin in this hot midsummer.

Ye Qingxin smiled slowly at him and nodded.

When Jing Boyuan was taking a shower, Ye Qingxin took out her notebook and opened it.

Connie only gave her a week's time at that time, and she had almost finished it a few days ago, with only a small part left.

She hasn't forgotten about this these past few days, it's just that she really can't calm down and do other things. In this respect, she hasn't cultivated enough.

Now that the mother was buried, she couldn't delay any longer.

Although Connie agreed to give her a few more days, she couldn't take other people's tolerance as capital for her own indulgence.

Jing Boyuan came out of the shower, walked into the bedroom, and saw Ye Qingxin engrossed in the computer.

"Where is Xiaoguo?" He came over and asked.

Ye Qingxin's eyes were still fixed on the computer, she held the mouse with one hand and typed on the keyboard with the other, and replied absent-mindedly: "Sleep."

Jing Boyuan walked up behind her, bent down, held her busy little hands respectively, and wrapped her in his arms. The man after bathing had some fragrance, mixed with the smell of male hormones, which made Ye Qingxin Return to God from your own world.

The man's chin rested on her shoulder, and he said in a deep voice, "Take a bath and go to bed, what's the matter, I'll be busy tomorrow, it's getting late."

Ye Qingxin was made uncomfortable by his actions, "Wait a little longer."

Jing Boyuan showed that tough posture again, "Are you going to shut it down yourself, or let me do it for you." He was referring to the computer.

Ye Qingxin was a little unhappy.

Jing Boyuan said: "If you don't sleep, the child will sleep too."

When it came to the child, Ye Qingxin surrendered, turned off the computer, took her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After returning from the shower, Jing Boyuan was holding a small notebook in his hand, half lying on her little bed, with two long legs bent, her bed was not big, even a man's legs couldn't be stretched straight.

Seeing him concentrating on reading the small book, Ye Qingxin asked while wiping his hair, "What are you reading?"

Jing Boyuan didn't raise his head, "Your composition."

Ye Qingxin was taken aback, stretched her neck to look, and really saw that the small book was the kind of composition text in elementary school, the paper was yellowed due to age, and the font on it was childish and crooked.

On the page that Jing Boyuan turned, the composition title was 'My Dad'.

The first line, the first sentence, of the composition reads: My father's name is Ye Jundong.

Ye Qingxin was startled.

The Jing family didn't know about Ye Jundong's relationship with her.

She hastily reached out and grabbed the composition text, "It's all children's nonsense, what's so interesting about it."

She didn't know what she was panicking about, maybe she was afraid that Jing Boyuan would misunderstand her relationship with Ye Jundong, or maybe she was afraid that Jing Boyuan would look down on her because she knew that she was an illegitimate daughter born to someone whose mother didn't know who she was.

Ye Qingxin never asked her mother about her life experience. On the one hand, she didn't want to irritate her mother. On the other hand, she was afraid that the result of asking would be cruel.

Jing Boyuan looked as usual, stretched out his hand to hold Ye Qingxin and sat on the edge of the bed, took the towel from her hand, and gently wiped her hair.

He didn't ask anything, but Ye Qing was even more disturbed in his heart.

After a while, she couldn't help herself and said, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

Jing Boyuan's subordinates kept moving, and his voice hit Ye Qingxin from the top of his head, his voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "What do you want me to ask?"

Ye Qingxin bowed her head in silence.

After a long time, he confessed: "Actually, you have met the father I told you about who abandoned us, and you are very familiar..."

Jing Boyuan rubbed the girl's soft and smooth long hair with a towel, and he didn't make a sound when he heard the words, like a listener, listening to her quietly.

Ye Qingxin looked up at Jing Boyuan's indifferent eyes, and suddenly had a guess in his heart, did he actually know it a long time ago?

I still remember that time when she fell off the horse at the racecourse, Yu Qingyou once said in front of Jing Boyuan that she and Ye Jundong were arguing in public, but Jing Boyuan didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, and said that she didn't need to explain... …

Thinking about it now, his indifferent reaction at that time was obviously because he already knew about her relationship with Ye Jundong, so he didn't care so much, because there was nothing to care about.

"Did you already know that Ye Jundong is my father?" Ye Qingxin blurted out.

Jing Boyuan touched her hair, and when it was almost done, he put down the towel and took a comb to help her comb it.

"Really?" Ye Qingxin asked again.

This time, Jing Boyuan let out a "hmm".

"He told you?" The "he" in Ye Qingxin's mouth was naturally Ye Jundong.

Jing Boyuan didn't say yes, nor did he say no.

In fact, as early as Yu Qingyou sent him the video with Yu Xinxin's mobile phone, he had already asked someone to investigate.

He was also surprised at first that his uncle was actually the father of his girlfriend.

Ye Qingxin only regarded him as the default.

"Did he tell you anything else?" Did Ye Jundong tell Jing Boyuan that he was not her biological father, but that she was Zhou Qiaoqiao's illegitimate daughter?
Will Ye Jundong tell Jing Boyuan that Ye Qingguo is Tai Zhengting's illegitimate son?

Jing Boyuan sensed the girl's nervousness, put down the comb, hugged the girl into his arms, and asked without answering, "What else should he tell me?"

Ye Qingxin: "..."

She looked into the man's eyes, trying to see something in them.

It's just that those dark eyes are like a deep well in the middle of the night, making one's heart palpitate, and one can't see anything clearly.

"It's getting late, go to bed." Jing Boyuan said.

After turning off the lights, I got used to the sudden darkness, and with the moonlight coming in from the window, I could vaguely see the outline of the bedroom.

The electric fan at the foot of the bed was working, and the cool breeze was blowing towards the two of them.

Ye Qing nestled in Jing Boyuan's arms, feeling the warmth and sense of security he gave her, and suddenly felt the urge to confess to him.

I do not know how long it has been.

Ye Qingxin burrowed into Jing Boyuan's arms, and put her arms around his back tightly, "Are you asleep?"

she asked softly.

Jing Boyuan gave an "um", indicating that he was not asleep.

The man's voice sounded particularly deep and sexy in the dark.

"Actually, Ye Jundong...is not my biological father..."

Jing Boyuan held her tightly in his arms.

Ye Qingxin listened to the strong heartbeat in his chest, and continued: "I didn't know it at first, but I always hated his abandonment, hated him for being indifferent for ten years, and hated him for making my home full of scars. Kong, I blame him for letting me live a life of relying on others..."

Those years of being supported by Tai Zhengting were actually not easy. Li Shufen's needles were hidden in her cotton, and she learned from her childhood.

"It wasn't until Xiaoguo had an accident and needed a lot of money. I went to him for help, and then I realized that I was not his daughter at all, and even Xiaoguo was not his son."

"It was difficult to accept at first, but then I suddenly understood him. If it were me, the two children were not my own, and I would get divorced, and I would not care about those two children..."

Ye Qingxin chuckled, "Isn't it ridiculous?"

Jing Boyuan stroked her head with his big palm, "From now on, it will be enough for you to have me."

Ye Qingxin's nose became sore for some reason, and she rubbed her face against his chest, "Yeah."

After a pause, she said, "I thought...you would look down on me."

Jing Boyuan seemed to smile, and pressed her head into his arms, "How could that be?"

Ye Qingxin's bed was by the window.

The moonlight shone on the bed, coating a pair of men and women hugging each other with a layer of silver. The man was tall and strong, and the girl was petite and soft, like a perfect picture scroll.

Ye Qingxin closed her eyes, enjoying the peace of this moment.

Just when she was drowsy, Jing Boyuan suddenly said again, "Is Wen Zeyan your first love?"

These words made Ye Qingxin wake up instantly, and looked up at the man's face. The man looked down with dark eyes, and his tone clearly meant to settle accounts after autumn.

Ye Qingxin's heart skipped a beat twice, he didn't mention Wen Zeyan from yesterday to today, she thought he had forgotten.

Before she could say anything, Jing Boyuan said again: "Your vision was not very good before, but now it has improved a lot."

Ye Qingxin: "..."

　Mou Yao didn't dare to speak, she just begged the cuties not to give up...

　　Sometimes a certain Yao changes late, and the cutie can watch it the next day...

　　Mou Yao took care of her child while typing... Well, they are all excuses, mainly because Mou Yao's hand speed is scumbag.

　　
　
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