Just like that, Mo Fan got up, had breakfast and drove to the company.

Han Jiamei was lying on her side on the large and soft bed. She was not sleepy and didn't want to get up at all. She had no appetite at all and all she could think about was Mo Jingyao...

That lively and lovely sister, will she really never come back?

I miss her smile and her chirping voice.

As she thought about it, Jiamei couldn't help but have tears in her eyes, her vision blurred, and a sadness surged deep in her heart.

Because she was pregnant, she listened to Dr. Shen's words and tried to control her emotions.

Caressing her bulging belly, Jiamei whispered softly, "Baby, your aunt will be fine. She hasn't given you a name yet. She will definitely come back. Baby, are you right?"

When the words fell, Jiamei's lips raised a beautiful smile, and tears flowed down again, staining the pillow.

She also didn't want to bring her sorrow to her parents-in-law. If she wanted to cry, she would cry alone.

Downstairs, Mo Changqing and Yajie were all dressed in plain clothes. Yajie, who was usually well-dressed, had no makeup today, not even lipstick.

She turned around and looked towards the stairs, and asked the housekeeper beside her suspiciously, "Is Jiamei not up yet?"

"The young master said that the young lady wants to sleep a little longer." The housekeeper bowed and replied, "I have sent Sister Jing to wait at the door."

Yajie nodded reassuringly, "Okay, let Sister Jing take good care of her. After the young lady comes downstairs, you can help her heat breakfast."

"Okay, you and your husband can go with ease. I'll be at home." The housekeeper looked kind and steady. "I'll be waiting for her in the living room and won't go anywhere."

"Yes." Yajie nodded, trusting him, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It should be." After receiving the news of Miss Mo's disappearance, the housekeeper was worried all night last night.

Yajie took Mo Changqing's arm, who was wearing a black suit, and the couple stepped out.

When the driver saw them coming out of the living room, he had already opened the back seat door and was waiting, holding two bouquets of white lilies in his hands.

"Sir, Madam, good morning."

Yajie took two bouquets of lilies and bent down to get into the car. Mo Changqing followed and sat next to her.

After closing the door, the driver returned to the cab, fastened his seat belt and quickly started the car, driving towards the cemetery.

Along the way, Mo Changqing and his wife did not communicate at all, with sad looks in their eyes.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in the southern suburbs, 30 kilometers away from the city center.

The couple each held a bouquet of lilies and walked towards the mausoleum area. Here, with green pines and cypresses and a quiet environment, it is a feng shui treasure place suitable for sleeping.

They went up the stone steps and finally came to a joint tomb. The area not sealed by cement was covered with evergreen grass, swaying lonely in the cold winter wind.

Yajie bent down and placed lilies in front of the tombstone on the right with both hands, while Mo Changqing placed another bunch of lilies on the tombstone on the left.

The woman's name is engraved on the tombstone on the right. Her name is Liu Wanling, and she is Mo Jingyao's mother. In the round photo, the woman looks beautiful, has a gentle smile, and is virtuous and quiet.

The man's name is engraved on the tombstone on the left, Mo Chuqing. He is Mo Jingyao's father and Mo Changqing's biological brother.

In the photo, Mo Chuqing is wearing a long gown, as if he is looking at eye level with his brother, cold, firm and peaceful.

"Brother, younger brother and sister." Mo Changqing stared at them in the photo and bowed deeply with a heavy heart, "I'm sorry, you entrusted Jing Yao to us, but we failed to take good care of her."
Chapter completed!