NOVPUBChapter 693: 693, why do you want to kill me?
Chapter 693: 693, why do you want to kill me?
But for some reason, he was forced to lose such days that he could have enjoyed, and instead filled his life with self-reproach and torment. He felt as if he was suffocating, unable to breathe.
Song Qinghuan laughed, “But you don’t have to worry now. I’m enjoying my days. However, I’m a bit worried about our baby. What if, because of that period of time, the baby is born with strange thoughts, or is sullen and depressed? What should we do then?”
Shi Yuhuan kissed her cheek, “Don’t worry, you love the baby so much, he will certainly be fine. A child brought up in love will surely be healthy. If he does have unusual thoughts, we will guide him correctly until he is normal. If he is sullen and depressed, we will make him happy and carefree, so that he won’t feel depressed.”
Song Qinghuan laughed happily, “Ok!”
Shi Yuhuan held Song Qinghuan’s hand up to his lips for a kiss, “When the baby is born, I promise to put an end to all this. You must wait for me for three more months, wait for me to bring you and the baby home.”
Song Qinghuan looked at Shi Yuhuan, her eyelashes trembling lightly, then nodded slightly.
Yet, she was so determined.
Determined that he would end all this in three months, and also determined that Shi Yuhuan would take her and the baby home.
Shi Yuhuan gentlely kissed her lips, his agile tongue roamed into her softness, caressing every inch of her skin, warm and lingering.
At this moment, everything was silent, there was no sound but each other in their ears, no one else in their eyes, no one else in their minds, no one else in their hearts…
Song Qinghuan went directly back to A City from Cloud City that day, it coincidentally was Shi Yuhuan’s father’s birthday.
After Shi Yuhuan arrived in A City, he went straight to the cemetery.
There was a bouquet of lilies in front of his father’s grave. The stems were not withered, let alone decayed, obviously it was placed just today.
He looked over and saw a bouquet of carnations in front of the adjacent grave of his mother.
Without having to ask, Shi Yuhuan knew who put the flowers.
It was Shi Annuo. Since it was their father’s birthday, he had returned from overseas. But why hadn’t he informed him?
He placed the flowers he’d brought on his mother and father’s graves, and bowed. After silently saying a few words in his heart, he prepared to leave.
As he turned, he saw Shi Xiuren in the distance, with the butler standing behind him. Although it wasn’t raining, the butler was holding an umbrella for him, and also holding a bouquet of flowers in his other hand.
Shi Yuhuan watched Xiuren, his cold eyes seemingly guessing the purpose of his visit today.
After all, he used not to appear here on their father’s birthday in the past.
But why was he here today?
The old man walked slowly towards the grave, step by step, and took the flowers from the butler’s hands and gently placed them on the grave.
Shi Yuhuan kept watching the old man. When the old man stood up straight and looked at the father’s tombstone, he asked softly, “Why did you want to kill me?”
The old man gave Shi Yuhuan a slight smile, as if facing a willful child, and with a hint of helpless indulgence, “Really, you’re so spoiled! Kill you? Aren’t you standing here just fine?”
Shi Yuhuan continued, “I meant back then, the person Four-fingers wanted to kill was me, his did aimed at me first. Grandfather, the person you wanted to kill back then was not father, it was me!”
