Going Wrong as a Wife: Young Master Gu, Don't Be Arrogant

Chapter 670 It would be great if the young lady came back
Leaning the shovel on the pine tree beside him, Gu Chuan turned around and picked up the bouquet and bag on the ground, and when he was about to put down the violets in front of the tombstone, Xia Yu stopped him.

"Gu Chuan...can you hold the baby for me?"

Looking at the flowers that he was pinching in his hand to put down, Gu Chuan suddenly understood, took the child from Xia Yu's hand, and handed the bouquet to her.

Holding the flower in her arms, Xia Yu leaned down, nearly ninety degrees, and then slowly put down the violet.

Seeing Xia Yu's almost penitent behavior in front of Gu Chun's tombstone, Gu Chuan felt a little sad and wanted to help her up, but he stretched out his hand and finally withdrew it.

From the first moment he saw Gu Chun, he knew that Gu Chun loved Xia Yu, and it was a very deep love.

But he can also see that Gu Chun is just like him, but Luohua is intentional and ruthless.

That's why he dared to say directly to Xia Yu that I would not give up, because he knew that she was going abroad because of hurt feelings, and the man who was by her side had the same status as a good friend in her heart.

Now that Gu Chun is dead, he inadvertently carved himself into Xia Yu's heart.

And he, even when he saw her humble appearance and wanted to comfort her, because he didn't know the story between them, he didn't know where to start, so he could only say some pale words.

While feeling sad for Xia Yu, he also felt sad for himself.

Putting the violets in front of the stele with both hands, and tidying up the branches, Xia Yu stood up.

Taking the bag from Gu Chuan, Xia Yu walked to the side of the grave and knelt down.

After stroking the brown paper bag, Xia Yu held the bag with both hands like a believer holding a sacred object, and put it into the pit smoothly.

After putting it in, Xia Yu stroked the paper bag again before getting up.

Gu Chuan glanced at the shovel that had been placed aside, and was startled. He quickly walked forward and grabbed Xia Yu's wrist.

"Ah Yu, Fengtu is physical labor, if you can't do it, let me do it."

Xia Yu looked at the hand held by Gu Chuan, then raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.

"I want to seal the soil for him myself. If I can't do it, I can do it slowly. You said it before. We have one day, and time is enough."

Looking at each other, Gu Chuan looked straight into Xia Yu's eyes, not only his reflection, but also the firmness that should not belong to her at this sad moment.

Averting his eyes, Gu Chuan said cruelly, "No, even if we have enough time, I won't let you do it yourself."

After speaking, she turned her head to observe Xia Yu's reaction, and found that she still had the same firm expression, without any change.

The two were at a stalemate, and in the end Gu Chuan was defeated by Xia Yu's stubbornness and determination, and compromised with her.

"I can let you seal the soil, but only the last point, and I will do the rest."

Knowing that Gu Chuan had already given in, Xia Yu no longer persisted blindly, and both parties took a step back and agreed.

So, after that, the cemetery looked like this:
The wind blew gently, bringing the familiar scent of lavender. The thin and clear woman stood in front of the tombstone, watching the handsome and tall man in front of her scoop up the soil with shovel after shovel, and fell into the grave pit.

Looking closer, the woman's eyes were not looking at the man, but at the grave. Her dark and bright eyes were full of guilt, self-blame and sadness that were about to overflow. The wind blew her hair and stuck it to her face. I don't care either.

As for the man who was sealing the soil, his face was calm and condensed, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his eyes were very focused, and only the matter of sealing the soil was in his eyes.

The sun was just right in the sky, there was no cloud in the sky, and the blue sky was like washing. The breeze in the cemetery was blowing with the fragrance of lavender flowers, which didn't look like a cemetery.

It's still morning in France, but it's already evening in Huaxia.

Ye Jieche went downstairs to drink water, but was surprised to find that Ye's father and Ye's mother were not at home.

Usually, the mother would take Ye Zilin out to buy some baby items, or hold her grandson to meet old friends.

But Mei Lan was always by her side, so it was rare for her father to be absent like this.

However, these thoughts did not bother Ye Jieche for long, and he continued to walk towards the kitchen.

While drinking water, Aunt Zhang came in.

"Master." After greeting Ye Jieche, Mrs. Zhang began to prepare dinner.

Ye Jieche nodded, walked out of the kitchen, stood in the dining room for a while, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside, and then went back to the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, do you know where my parents have gone?"

"The madam told me before leaving that she and the master went out together to buy some winter clothes for the young master, and asked me to prepare their dinner, saying that they should be on their way now when they come back before dark."

"Well, then you can continue to work."

After leaving the kitchen, Ye Jieche walked directly upstairs, and when he passed the baby's room, he heard a sound inside, so he opened the door and entered.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the people inside turned around.

It's Mei Lan.

Mei Lan looked at Ye Jieche who was standing at the door, her brows loosened, but she was still frowning, not completely relaxed.

"Master. The young master woke up and kept crying, and his wife didn't come back. I coaxed him for a long time, but he was still crying loudly. I was worried that his voice would be broken..."

Sighing, Mei Lan continued to coax the little baby in her arms, seeing the baby crying, she felt that she was about to cry too.

After coaxing Ye Zilin for a while, Mei Lan inadvertently glanced at the door, and found that Ye Jieche not only did not leave, but walked closer.

Looking down at the child whose face was crimson from crying, Mei Lan paused, and then gently uttered the words that had turned in her heart several times.

"Master, is there no news from the Young Madam?"

Averting his gaze from Ye Zilin's face, Ye Jieche sized up Mei Lan a few times, looking at her with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Not yet, looking for it."

Ye Jieche didn't understand why Mei Lan suddenly brought up this matter and asked him. It stands to reason that she was just a servant, and it was enough for her to do her part well, and they should not interfere with the rest of the master's private affairs.

But after thinking about it, Mei Lan has been in the Ye family for many years, and his family members, including him, often regard Mei Lan as a member of the Ye family, so it is understandable that Mei Lan cares about Xia Yu so much. .

Thinking about it, Ye Jieche looked at Mei Lan with less suspicion and indifference, and a little more warmth.

But Mei Lan was coaxing Ye Zilin with her head down, missing the rare warmth in his eyes.

"The young master is very powerful, and he will definitely find the young lady soon. The young master has always been like this these past few days. When he is not asleep, he is crying, and he will not stop for a while until he is tired of crying and falls asleep.

The last time Ms. Han came to see her, she said that the young master was like this because he missed his wife. It would be great if the young lady came back. The young master would definitely not cry like this, nor would he break his body from crying. "

After Mei Lan finished speaking, Ye Jieche remained silent for a long time, but her brows were tightly frowned like before.

(End of this chapter)