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Chapter 1140: The Little Master of China! (1)

Such a gap was obvious, and Zhang Guihua could not help but feel ashamed.

In the end, she only politely asked about the old man’s health and hung up the video call.

“It’s time for us to set off.” Pei Huai very naturally took the things in Su Ji’s hands, but Su Ji took a step forward.

His hand fell on nothing. The bag of things was still hanging on Su Ji’s wrist. She pretended as if nothing had happened and turned around. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Pei Huai glanced at the mysterious bag and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was silent for a moment before he raised his feet and followed his wife.

After getting into the car, Su Ji placed the bag by her feet and did not let it leave her sight.

She fastened her seatbelt and leaned back.

Pei Huai helped her adjust the angle to be more comfortable.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked in an extremely calm voice as he left.

“Ah,” Su Ji paused for a second. “Just…stuff to be used to sweep graves.”

As he spoke, she kicked the bag to the side.

Pei Huai clicked his tongue.

Slightly inclined forehead.

He was a little unhappy.

Bian Guanshi was the one who calculated the auspicious time for today’s tomb-sweeping.

When the ancestral graves were moved, he had also contributed.

Of course, the returns were also very generous.

In the past, Pei Huai did not believe in these things, but ever since Su Ji successfully returned to his side…he would give Bian Guanshi as much as he wanted.

Boss Pei led the way, and all the cars drove out of the Pei family’s old mansion.

Other than Pei Huai’s car, the few cars behind were all used to store offerings.

With his wife’s company, time passed quickly on the road. However, the things in the bag still caught his attention.

Although she said that it was a grave-sweeping item, he was inexplicably jealous.

Pei Huai’s car was faster. The three and a half hour drive only took three hours.

There was plenty of time before the auspicious time.

His men in black came down from the cars behind him and began to move the sacrificial items.

Su Ji held a handful of pure white chrysanthemums in her hand.

She did not take the bag out of the car.

The girl with no makeup on her face was holding a plain-colored flower. The sky was blue and the rain was soft. She was as beautiful as a painting.

Pei Huai walked beside her, his hand holding a black umbrella for them.

The cemetery was much more formal than Su Ji had imagined. Her impression of it was a fence, a tombstone, and a few small mounds.

However, it was only when they arrived here that they saw that the white marble tombstones were spaced apart and arranged neatly according to the year of birth and death. The epitaphs carved by calligraphy masters actually had statues of their ancestors beside each tombstone. Even the flowers were planted by specialized personnel.

The tomb keeper bowed respectfully. “Third Young Master, Third Young Mistress.”

Su Ji nodded.

She looked at the order of the tombstones and then looked in the direction of the earlier time.

However, before she could find it, Pei Huai first brought her to the modern area, which was the complete opposite.

Su Ji glanced at the bouquet in his hand. “Is this for grandma?”

Pei Huai hummed. “She likes daisies.”

Su Ji followed behind him.

He looked quieter than usual.

The statue in front of his grandma’s tombstone was still very new. She was a very beautiful and elegant woman.

Pei Huai’s grandmother passed away when Pei Huai was eleven years old. Twenty years had passed, but thanks to this statue, the memories in his mind were still vivid.

His grandmother was not an elder who would spoil her children and grandchildren. Although she was also very easy-going and Pei Huai’s impression of her was that she was mostly smiling, she was indeed not like most elders, who would put their children and grandchildren as the focus of their lives.

There was a limit to the amount of love a person could give, and grandma only loved one person the most in her life, and that was Pei Qingshen.

Su Ji looked at the statue. The beautiful woman looked like she had walked out of a painting.

She was definitely the type that should be loved for a lifetime. However, according to Pei Huai’s revelation of his grandfather’s background, his grandmother had lived her entire life as a substitute for Xiao Lingxian.

His subordinates placed all the offerings in a place specially prepared for burning.

Just the fact that they were placed side by side was already very spectacular.

Paper villas, ingots, and roast chicken.

The workmanship was extremely exquisite.

Su Ji looked at the roast chicken made of paper and sighed. “This can be considered a work of art.”

She turned around to face Pei Huai. “I want it too.”