Chapter 90: Don’t Touch Me!
Qiao Jiuyin’s chest tightened. She found it difficult to breathe.
She finally realized that Fang Mu was acting too abnormal today.
With an uneasy expression, she peeped at Fang Mu, who was driving the car.
Fang Mu’s face was sullen as he coldly stared at the way ahead. He was driving the car very fast. Ever since Qiao Jiuyin had gotten pregnant, whenever she was sitting in the car, Fang Mu never drove the car faster than a hundred kilometers per hour. However, right now, the car was moving at 110 kilometers per hour at the very least.
What happened to him?
Did he sense something?
Qiao Jiuyin’s heart was in a mess.
While Qiao Jiuyin was sizing up Fang Mu, Fang Mu was also observing her reaction.
Her exquisite little face frowned and squinting at times. In the past, whenever Fang Mu saw that expression, he thought that she was feeling unwell. But now, he realized that she was feeling guilty and afraid.
Binjiang City had four mausoleum gardens. ‘Qiao Jiuyin’ was buried in the East Bay cemetery, the head of the four mausoleum gardens.
The grave she was buried in was a lucky treasure land Fang Mu had a feng shui master personally search for. At that time, he had only done this to rea.s.sure Xiao Sheng. He had not expected that the grave he personally ordered people to pick would become Xiao Sheng’s grave.
Nothing was more absurd than this, and it made Fang Mu’s heart ache.
The car drove into the parking lot of the cemetery. After parking the car, Fang Mu took the bouquet of white daisies from the front pa.s.senger seat, pushed the door open, and got out.
Qiao Jiuyin remained seated in the back row. She glanced at the daisies in Fang Mu’s hand. Pretending to be calm, she asked with a puzzled expression, “Brother Mu, it’s not suitable to use daisies to pay respects to the dead, right?”
Fang Mu looked down at the daisies.
In the flower language, daisies meant love buried deep in the heart. To pay respects to the dead, people normally used chrysanthemums. Daisies were rarely used. After all, it was rare for people who were deeply loved by others to be dead.
Fang Mu didn’t explain much as he took the daisies and walked up the concrete staircase.
Qiao Jiuyin remained seated for a while, then ran after him.
The graveyard was in the middle of the cemetery. It was not a holiday today, and the number of people who had come to sweep the graves could be counted on one hand. With every step upward, closer to the grave by every inch, Fang Mu’s legs became heavier. He did not know what to feel as he dragged his heavy body toward Qiao Jiusheng’s grave.
Other people’s tombstones were erected on both sides of the tombstone. In front of many tombstones in a row, only Qiao Jiusheng’s tombstone was empty. The grave did not even have any dust acc.u.mulated from flowers, fruits, or paper money. Fang Mu stared at the tombstone as his heart ached like a knife.
Placing the daisies on the tombstone, Fang Mu lowered his head and said, “Sorry.”
His voice was very soft, and Qiao Jiuyin did not clearly hear him.
When Fang Mu looked up, he saw a photo on the tombstone of someone with a shy smile.
That photo was Qiao Jiuyin’s.
When Fang Mu saw that face, Qiao Jiusheng’s bright smile flashed across his mind.
Her heart suddenly ached.
All of a sudden, boundless regret a.s.saulted him from all directions, wrapping around him and suffocating him.
Bang!
Fang Mu’s legs gave up, and he firmly knelt in front of the tombstone.
“Brother Mu!”
Qiao Jiuyin was so shocked that she quickly ran up to support him.
Just as her hand was about to touch Fang Mu’s arm, the kneeling man suddenly raised his hand. He pushed Qiao Jiuyin behind him and angrily scolded her, “Don’t touch me!”
Qiao Jiuyin had to retreat several steps before she could stabilize herself.
She held her chest with a dumbfounded expression and looked back.
Behind her was a ten-story stone staircase.
If I had fallen from here just now…
At the thought of that scenario, Qiao Jiuyin felt a lingering fear.