How did I marry into a wealthy family during my second marriage?

Breakfast is Jiangzhou specialty pasta with various small porridges, which is a very refreshing side dish. Noodle Grandpa chose a mix of salty and sweet flavors.

He had a mouthful of salty food and a mouthful of sweet food, enjoying the food with great pleasure.

Grandpa is like a beam of light. With him around, my life is full of sunshine, my mood is bright, and the corners of my mouth are always slightly raised.

Jiangzhou is the city where I was born and lived. My parents adhere to the concept of "traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books". They took me to travel throughout Jiangzhou since I was a child.

When I am a little older and can travel far away, they will develop a travel guide to enjoy the great rivers and mountains of China.

When I moved back to my western-style house and was sorting it out, I was heartbroken when I found the hand-drawn travel brochure my parents had given me in the study.

I stood leaning against the bookshelf holding the manual for a long time until my legs went numb. I raised my hand to wipe my tears, found the photo album and looked through it night after night.

The voices and smiles of my parents in the photo were deeply imprinted on my scarred heart, and tears soon blurred my vision.

I cried for a long time that day, so much that I had a sore throat the next day.

When I was planning my grandfather’s trip to Jiangzhou, I subconsciously thought of the places I had visited with my parents.

I was about to send the guide to my grandfather when he took out the notebook he carried with him and opened it, "These are the places I visited when I came to Jiangzhou before. I marked them. These places must be very important to me." "

"Grandpa, do you want to visit his old place again?"

"Girl, you're so smart, you can figure it out with just a few clicks!" Grandpa found his hand-drawn traffic map of Jiangzhou with a little regret. "Over the years, Jiangzhou has developed rapidly, and the road traffic has undergone certain changes, so it is no longer needed."

"It can be used. Jiangzhou advocates green travel, and public buses extend in all directions. In order to better serve the citizens, there have been no large-scale changes in bus routes." I quickly looked at the address marked on the note and took out my mobile phone to navigate. Find the best route. After grandpa agreed, changes were made in the manuscript.

"All right!"

I put away the pen and handed the notebook back to Grandpa.

"Girl, have you ever learned to draw?"

I drew Crayon Shin-chan next to the changed place. When grandpa saw it, he gave me a wave of rainbow farts.

Grandpa is a person who can provide emotional value to others. If I hadn't been self-aware, I would have been in a trance at this time, losing myself in my grandfather's praises.

Wen Xuyan has been standing next to me, with a low eyebrow and a slight smile.

Kong Lao glanced at him, Wen Xuyan put his hand on his lips and pretended to cough lightly.

When I heard the noise, I thought Wen Xuyan was reminding me and grandpa to stop. I grinned behind my ears and lowered my lips, "Mr. Wen, I'm traveling by bus with Grandpa and Mr. Kong."

"Let's go."

Wen Xuyan said, walking towards the nearest platform.

I thought he was sending us on the bus out of politeness, but it wasn’t until he got on the bus with us that I realized that he was going to accompany my grandfather and Kong Lao on a tour of Jiangzhou with me.

"Mr. Wen doesn't have much work today?"

"It is one of my jobs to accompany Grandpa and Mr. Kong."

"Hmph!" Mr. Kong snorted coldly.

"Xiao Wen is so busy with work, but he still has to take time to accompany us. He is so considerate, can you not disappoint everyone!"

Grandpa knows how to bring a high-altitude flower down from the altar and make him grounded. Every time I hear my grandfather call Wen Xuyan Xiaowen, I feel that Wen Xuyan is much more friendly.

"I just can't see anyone using our name to benefit themselves."

"Other than wanting you to be more attentive when teaching Qiao Bin, does Xiao Wen have any bad intentions?"

Mr. Kong didn't want to argue with his grandfather and remained silent.

There were not many people on the bus. Grandpa sat down by the window and looked out of the bus.

He looked serious, trying to find those lost memories.

The places marked by my grandfather include fresh and elegant gardens with beautiful scenery, former residences of celebrities with rich cultural heritage, bustling amusement parks, and landmark buildings in Jiangzhou.

Coincidentally, my parents had taken me to these places before. Scenes of the past flashed through my mind like a silent movie. The short-term happiness was mixed with guilt, which made me silent for a long time.

Wen Xuyan stayed by my side silently. After sending Grandpa and Mr. Kong back to the hotel, Wen Xuyan drove me out of the hotel.

I was so preoccupied along the way that I didn't want to talk, so I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.

When the car stopped, I thought I was home, so I unbuckled my seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.

When I opened the car door and saw the entrance to the cemetery outside the car, I took a breath and felt annoyed, "Wen Xuyan, can you please stop making arbitrary decisions!"

I miss my parents and want to come to worship them, but this is my business and he cannot bring me here at his own discretion.

"Ruan Zhen..."

boom!

I have always been calm, but this time, for some reason, my anger surged upwards, burning away the remaining sanity.

I got out of the car, closed the door, took out my phone, and prepared to take a taxi home.

"Ruan Zhen, people need to learn to let go."

Wen Xuyan put his hand on the phone screen to stop me from calling a car.

"Don't think you know me very well!"

I'm all alone now, and there's nothing I can't let go of!

I pushed his hand away.

"After Jiang Mingchu died, you should come to pay homage to the teacher and his wife."

Hearing this, I looked away and said, "I can't do this well. I promised Mr. Wen that I would take time to come and pay homage to them."

"You're afraid that you'll break down in front of them and make them worry."

"Jiang Mingchu has received the punishment he deserves, why did I collapse?"

Before I finished speaking, tears already burst into my eyes.

Wen Xuyan wanted to reach out and touch me, but I took a step back and turned my face to the side.

The more I tried to force back the tears, the harder they flowed.

In the blink of an eye, I was squatting on the ground and crying.

After Jiang Mingchu got the retribution he deserved, the hatred that supported me suddenly faded by half. I was afraid that the hatred would disappear as time goes by.

My parents died tragically, but I was able to live without any burden. I felt disgusted with myself in my heart, and I became even more afraid to face them.

During the day, I could numb myself with work, and at night I would often wake up in the middle of the night and kneel in front of the portraits of my parents to repent, trying to alleviate my guilt, but with little effect.

I have considered seeing a psychiatrist.

Jiang Mingchu once sent me a letter in the detention center. In the letter, he said that I was fragile and had experienced so many things. If I needed psychological counseling, I should find a reliable psychiatrist.

He is a completely evil person. He seems to be reminding me with good intentions, but in fact he wants to magnify the impact of those things on me and increase my pain.

I won't go along with his wishes and try to adjust my status. I thought I could do very well, but in the end I overestimated myself.

After Jiang Mingchu's death, I could no longer face my stupid self. Regret was like a tarsal maggot, always stinging me inadvertently.

"Cry, just cry."

Wen Xuyan's voice was very soft, like a feather plucking the fragile strings in my heart. I seemed to have found an outlet, and my crying became louder.

By the time I recovered, it was already half an hour later.

I came to my parents' graves with red eyes and kowtowed heavily to them. When I raised my head, there was blood on my forehead.

Wen Xuyan frowned and stepped forward to stop him.

"Once..." I choked, "Just once."

Wen Xuyan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and stood aside, pursed his lips and said nothing.