Jiang Chenshao looked into the eyes of his little wife beside him, and crystal tears burst out of her eyes, falling drop by drop.
While wiping her tears, Jiang Chenshao comforted her, "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore, be good. I'm dead, but I'm not... Ahem, just be okay."
Jiang Chenshao noticed something was wrong and immediately changed his explanation.
Gu Nuanxi's cry attracted Mr. Jiang.
"What's going on? Nuan Wazi, what's wrong with you? Chen Shao bullied you? Dad beat him with a stick. Don't cry. Don't cry."
Mr. Jiang walked to Gu Nuanxi's side and asked with concern.
As if coaxing a child, he deliberately patted Jiang Chenshao on the back, neither lightly nor hard, letting Gu Nuanxi know that he was facing her.
"Dad hit him, please don't cry."
Gu Nuanxi put down the flowers in her hands, wiped her arms with tears, and looked at Mr. Jiang with tears in her eyes. "Dad, you hit the wrong person. My husband didn't bully me."
"Ah? Who is that?"
Gu Nuanxi pointed to the flower on the ground that had no roots and was squashed by her, "That's it."
Mr. Jiang won't know how to do it now.
The squashed flower bullied his daughter-in-law. Even though he was a god, there was nothing he could do to help his daughter-in-law vent her anger.
"Well, Nuan, it's noon and it's time to have lunch. The housekeeper called Dad for dinner, so I'll leave first. Well, you two should go back quickly."
Mr. Jiang fled first.
The couple were once again left alone by the flowers.
Jiang Chenshao was slapped by his father for no reason. Gu Nuanxi asked him with a little cry: "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Chenshao shook his head, "I will accompany you to bury these flowers, and then go back for dinner?"
Gu Nuanxi curled her lips aggrievedly, "Husband, dig a hole with me."
"good."
So, in the crisp autumn season, the sky is clear and cloudless.
The dazzling light fell on the Jiang family yard and on the backs of the couple. One of them was wearing a black suit and had an extraordinary temperament. The other was wearing a knitted sweater and was sweet and gentle.
The man accompanies his wife to play a game that he despised when he was a child - digging in the soil.
Jiang Chenshao untied the watch and put it in his wife's pocket. Jiang Chenshao wouldn't let his wife do anything, so he dug a hole in his yard and buried the flowers in it.
Gu Nuanxi held the flower in both hands, and when the hole was ready, she put it in with both hands.
Then, Jiang Chenshao watched his wife push in the surrounding soil.
A grand burial, complete.
Since both of them had dirty hands, they did not drive, but parked the car halfway and returned home directly.
Jiangsu was still pestering Mr. Jiang, "Grandpa, tell me, why did my uncle marry Gu Nuanxi? How did you think of pushing Gu Nuanxi to my uncle?"
Mr. Jiang fled to the restaurant.
He told Jiangsu, "Don't mention this matter at home again. If your uncle is in a bad mood, I won't care if he hits you."
"I definitely won't ask them. Their relationship is heating up now. If I ask suddenly, wouldn't it make their temperature touch a layer of ice water? That's why I came to ask you. Master, just tell me.
I keep my mouth secret."
Mr. Jiang snorted, "I don't believe it."
"Grandpa, are you taking advantage of Mo..."
The servant's greeting came from the restaurant, "Second Young Master, Second Young Madam."
Hearing the servant's title, Jiangsu immediately fell silent. Seeing Gu Nuanxi and Jiang Chenshao, he sat down properly.
On the other side, the couple entered with dirty hands.
"What's wrong with your hands? Why are they so dirty? Are you playing in the mud?" Mr. Jiang asked.
Gu Nuanxi shook her head and replied: "I dug Huahua's grave."
Mr. Jiang: "..."
Jiangsu pointed at Jiang Chenshao's hand and asked, "...Then why are my uncle's hands so dirty?"