The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

There are no flights to Shenzhen, so the fastest flight back to China is to Shanghai Airport.

An Ran asked for leave from school without thinking twice.

From France to Shanghai, then took the high-speed train to Hu City, and then another seven or eight hours of bumpy car ride. During this journey, An Ran hardly slept, and her waist was in great pain.

Jiang Huaian twisted his waist imperceptibly, then reached out and gently rubbed An Ran's waist.

An Ran turned her head and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you accompany me through this."

Jiang Huainian tilted his head and looked at her, "I am your husband. There is no need to say sorry between husband and wife, nor is there any right or wrong. I will be wherever you are, willingly."

It was already two o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Shenzhen.

An Ran didn't dare to delay for a moment and went straight to the funeral home.

The rain kept falling, accompanied by thunder and lightning, making the night seem even more desolate and deserted.

Although An Ran's face was calm, she became more panicked with every step she took towards the funeral home. It was hard for her to face the fact that a living life was gone, let alone Feng Jiajia. Thinking of her grief at that moment, An Ran felt even more distressed.

Wei Jingshen came out to meet them. He walked over to An Ran and said, "Jia Jia didn't shed a single tear when she entered the morgue yesterday. She didn't cry until she received your call. She has been like a walking corpse today. I am very worried about her. When you see her, try to persuade her and tell her not to hold it in."

An Ran pursed her lips, but her heart was already in turmoil.

Jiang Huainian took her cold hand and walked in.

Feng Jiajia stood in front of the sink with empty eyes, mechanically staring at the water flowing from the faucet. The sound of water echoed in the empty bathroom, like her inner wailing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

She responded woodenly, "Right away."

She slowly tightened the faucet, and the sound of water stopped abruptly, leaving only the dead silence in the bathroom. She took a heavy step forward to open the door.

The bathroom door opened, revealing Feng Jiajia's haggard face. She stared at the person in front of her in a trance, and after being stunned for half a second, she was already hugged tightly.

An Ran said softly, "I'm here."

Feng Jiajia's eyes suddenly became moist, everything in front of her became blurred, and she was speechless.

An Ran hugged her tightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Just a few words instantly broke down Feng Jiajia's last line of defense, and the tears she had tried so hard to hold back flowed down.

The cries echoed, filled with endless sadness and despair.

Jiang Huai patted Wei Jingshen's shoulder gently, signaling him to leave and leave the space to them sisters.

They walked silently towards the dark emergency stairs.

Wei Jingshen lit a cigarette and nodded slightly.

"thank you all."

Jiang Huaian glanced at him and didn't say much.

***

Feng Jiajia cried for a long time, as if all the moisture in her body had been drained away, and her eyes were so red and swollen that she could hardly open them.

She raised her head, looked at An Ran with swollen eyes, and said hoarsely: "I said all day that after they left, all the property would be mine. God must have heard what I said and took them away."

"It was me who killed them... It was me... It was me who cursed them to death... Why did I say those words..." Feng Jiajia's tightly pursed lips could not stop trembling, with endless regret and self-blame.

"No, it's not like that." An Ran hugged her tightly and comforted her softly: "This is an accident. No one wants this to happen. I know you are sad, but don't blame yourself for this tragedy. The spirits of your uncle and aunt in heaven would not want to see you like this."

Feng Jiajia raised her head, her vision blurred by tears, and she choked with sobs.

"Of course, I have no home..."

Without her parents, there was no one to protect her from the wind and rain.

I often thought that life was long and my parents were still so young, and I never thought that one day they would suddenly disappear.

Suddenly, she became like a rootless duckweed, helpless and without support.

An Ran took a deep breath and said with a smile: "How can you be homeless? You still have me, Mr. Wei, and our goddaughter. We all love you very much. We are all your family."

Her words were like a ray of sunshine, shining into Feng Jiajia's cold and dark heart.

Feng Jiajia hugged An Ran tightly and sobbed, "I miss them so much..."

An Ran patted her back gently. "Although your uncle and aunt have left, the love they gave you will never disappear. They have been with you for more than 20 years and gave you all their love. Their love will always be with you forever."

She gently wiped away the tears on Feng Jiajia's face with her sleeve. "Birth, aging, sickness, death, and accidents are never under our control. The only thing we can do is not to make them worry, live well, and live wonderfully."

Feng Jiajia lowered her eyes and calmed down a little after venting her inner distress.

"Yes, I want them to see that I am happy and joyful in heaven."

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Feng Jiajia hadn't slept for two days. Wei Jingshen was afraid that her body couldn't take it, so he asked An Ran to take her to rest.

Feng Jiajia didn't want to leave.

"Be obedient and have some sleep first. I'll be guarding here." Wei Jingshen held her hand and said softly.

An Ran said, "Come back when it's daybreak. I'll stay with you."

Feng Jiajia couldn't persuade them, and looked at Wei Jingshen distressedly, "You haven't slept for two days."

Wei Jingshen smiled, waved his hand and said, "When I was young, Huai Nian and I often played games all night long, and then we could go to class energetically. Just two days is nothing to me."

Feng Jiajia said: "You also said that when you were young, you are already middle-aged, can you still endure it?"

Wei Jingshen choked.

Jiang Huainian held Wei Jingshen's shoulders and said to Feng Jiajia, "I'll accompany him, you don't have to worry. An An has been traveling all day, you two should have a good rest, leave this to us."

An Ran hugged Jiang Huai Nian and said, "Thank you for your hard work, husband."

Jiang Huaian rubbed her hair and said, "It's not hard. Just accompany Jiajia and have a good rest."

After leaving the funeral home, the driver took them to a nearby hotel.

On the way, An Ran ordered seafood porridge takeout for Jiang Huainian and the others.

Back at the hotel, Feng Jiajia entered the bathroom. She felt a sore nose while taking a shower. Wei Jingshen has been with her since the accident, and An Ran came back from abroad to be with her. She is not alone, she needs to cheer up.

Feng Jiajia came out of the bathroom and found that the takeaway had arrived. An Ran cooled the porridge and asked her to eat. "The porridge smells good. Eat some before going to bed."

Feng Jiajia sat at the dining table, stirring the porridge in front of her weakly with the spoon in her hand, and her vision blurred again.

"I don't think I've ever cooked a meal for them."

This regret can never be made up.

An Ran hugged her and comforted her softly, "There is still a long way to go in the future. The past cannot be changed. All we can do is cherish the people in front of us and not let regrets happen again."