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Because this was the reason that had been troubling Gu Qingcheng and causing her anger towards him for so long.

Just as Huo Sicheng began to speak, Gu Tianhao stepped forward and asked Huo Sicheng and Gu Qingcheng, “What are you two talking about? It’s your turn to present the flowers.”

Gu Qingcheng, eagerly waiting for Huo Sicheng’s response, couldn’t help but feel infuriated as Gu Tianhao interrupted their conversation twice in succession.

But when she heard that it was her turn to offer flowers to her mother, she took a deep breath to calm the anger in her chest towards Gu Tianhao.

“Let’s talk later.”

After telling Huo Sicheng this, she stood up from where she was sitting beside him. Though her legs felt somewhat unsteady, it didn’t hinder her from walking towards Mu Xia’s gravestone.

On the gravestone was affixed a photo of Mu Xia, with her long black hair, almond-shaped eyes brimming with a gentle smile, and a stunningly beautiful face. She looked tender like water, as if gazing at Gu Qingcheng and also at all beings.

Seeing her mother’s picture, Gu Qingcheng’s heart was filled with deep longing, accompanied by the piercing pain of losing her mother, as well as her hatred towards Chu He and Gu Tianhao.

As she looked at the roses placed aside, a sense of dizziness hit her again. She reached out, grabbed the roses, and flung them away in a swift motion.

Seeing this, Gu Tianhao frowned and asked in a stern voice, “Qingcheng, what are you doing?”

Gu Qingcheng didn’t even bother to glance at Gu Tianhao and coldly said, “My mom hated red roses.”

Gu Tianhao’s face turned extremely unpleasant.

Because Gu Qingcheng’s words struck him hard, like a slap on his face. After all, he was Mu Xia’s husband, and yet he didn’t even know what flowers his late wife liked.

Gu Qingcheng then properly arranged the basket of lavender flowers that Huo Sicheng had brought, and also placed the lavender flowers she had brought in front of Mu Xia’s grave.

“Mom, your daughter is here to see you.” Her eyes were gentle like water as she softly said, “The last time I came here, it was raining, and I was in a bad mood, so I didn’t get the chance to tell you about my marriage.”

She glanced towards Huo Sicheng as she spoke.

Upon seeing Gu Qingcheng’s actions, Huo Sicheng came to her side.

Gu Qingcheng knelt in front of Mu Xia’s grave, raised her hand to hold Huo Sicheng’s, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and turned her head to gently say to Mu Xia’s photo, “Mom, I’m married. Look, this is my husband, Huo Sicheng. You must have known his parents when you were alive.”

Listening to Gu Qingcheng introduce him to Mu Xia, Huo Sicheng’s hand, not held by Gu Qingcheng and resting on his lap, trembled uncontrollably.

He was saddened by Mu Xia’s death and moved by Gu Qingcheng acknowledging him as her husband to Mu Xia.

“Mom, don’t worry, I am here. I will take good care of Qingcheng,” he promised respectfully and tenderly to Mu Xia, “Please be at peace.”

Hearing Huo Sicheng’s promise, Gu Qingcheng turned to look at him, seeing unwavering seriousness and sincerity in his eyes.

He would take good care of her. From her past life to this life, he had always been caring for her, only she was unaware of it.

Most importantly, his calling her “Mom” made her nose tingle and her eyes well up with warmth.

Finally, she could introduce her husband Huo Sicheng to her mother, the man who had gone to great lengths to protect and save her, even donating his kidney and blood for her.

“Mom, did you hear that?” Her voice choked, “He promised to take care of me. If he ever bullies me in the future, you must come in my dreams and scold him, teaching him a lesson, and not allow him to make me sad.”

Huo Sicheng, holding Gu Qingcheng’s little hand tighter, promised to Mu Xia,

“I swear I won’t bully Qingcheng.”

Standing nearby, Gu Tianhao watched the couple, Huo Sicheng and Gu Qingcheng, speaking to Mu Xia. He felt a vein throb on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists.

He, a living person, was less respected and honored by Gu Qingcheng and Huo

Sicheng than a deceased!

They were simply unbearable!

Mu Xia was dead, a deceased person who could not hear anything Gu

Qingcheng said, nor could she come back to life to help her and Huo Sicheng.

Only he, a living person, could assist Gu Qingcheng and also express concern and warmth towards her.

After Huo Sicheng said his vows to Gu Qingcheng, she pursed her lips, her almond-shaped eyes focusing intently on Huo Sicheng.

After a moment, she finally voiced out, “Have you really cheated on me?”

Huo Sicheng looked deeply into Gu Qingcheng’s eyes, his gaze filled with affection and a touch of helplessness.

“Miss Li,” Gu Qingcheng reminded him, so as to make sure Huo Sicheng understood what she was referring to, “the Miss Li you went abroad specifically to meet.’

Huo Sicheng knew that Gu Qingcheng’s query was about Miss Li.

Because this was the reason that had troubled Gu Qingcheng and caused her long-standing anger towards him.

Just as Huo Sicheng began to speak, Gu Tianhao approached and asked Huo Sicheng and Gu Qingcheng, “What are you two talking about? It’s your turn to offer flowers.

Gu Qingcheng, awaiting Huo Sicheng’s answer, couldn’t help feeling infuriated as Gu Tianhao interrupted their conversation twice consecutively.

“Let’s talk about it later.”

She told Huo Sicheng and then stood up from his side, her legs a bit wobbly but not hindering her from walking towards Mu Xia’s gravestone.

On the gravestone, there was a photo of Mu Xia, with long black hair and almond-shaped eyes brimming with a smile. Her face, stunningly beautiful, was gentle like water, as if she was looking out for the city and over all living beings.

Seeing her mother’s picture, Gu Qingcheng’s heart filled with deep longing and the piercing pain of losing her mother, as well as her hatred towards Chu He and Gu Tianhao.

Looking at the roses placed aside, she felt dizzy again, reached out, grabbed the roses, and flung them away.

Seeing this, Gu Tianhao furrowed his brow and asked in a stern voice, “Qingcheng, what are you doing?”

Gu Qingcheng, without even a glance at Gu Tianhao, coldly said, “My mom hated red roses.”

This made Gu Tianhao’s face turn extremely unpleasant.

Because Gu Qingcheng’s words were like a harsh slap to his face, especially since he was Mu Xia’s husband but didn’t even know what kind of flowers his late wife liked.

Gu Qingcheng then arranged the lavender flower basket sent by Huo Sicheng and also placed the lavender flowers she brought in front of Mu Xia’s grave.

“Mom, your daughter is here to see you.” Her eyes, gentle like water, she softly said, “The last time I came here, it was raining, and I was in a bad mood, and I didn’t get the chance to tell you about my marriage.”

She looked at Huo Sicheng as she spoke.

Upon seeing Gu Qingcheng’s actions, Huo Sicheng came to her side.

Gu Qingcheng knelt in front of Mu Xia’s grave, lifted her hand to hold Huo Sicheng’s, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and turned her head to gently say to

Mu Xia’s photo, “Mom, I’m married now. Look, this is my husband, Huo

Sicheng. You surely knew his parents when you were alive.”

Hearing Gu Qingcheng introduce him to Mu Xia, Huo Sicheng’s other hand, not held by Gu Qingcheng and resting on his lap, trembled uncontrollably. He was saddened by Mu Xia’s death and moved by Gu Qingcheng acknowledging him as her husband in front of her mother..