1819: C1819 Other Things Peace of Mind Is the Place of Return

C1819 Other Things Peace of Mind Is the Place of Return

Turning around, the young faces of a man and a woman fell into Qian Jingchuan's reddened eyes. The eyes that were filled with sorrow shrunk as the corners of his somewhat dry lips slightly parted. The surprised voice was hoarse.

"You? "Why are you here?"

"Jing Chuan, are you alright?"

Jin Junxi walked over with quick steps, asking in concern.

"..."

Qian Jingchuan felt very uncomfortable in his heart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say that he was alright.

Jin Junxi didn't know how to console him for the moment. On the way here, he had thought that Jing Chuan would be very sad. He hadn't thought that he would be even more sad than he thought.

"Senior, I'm sorry."

Yuwen Qingge, who was one step behind, looked at Qian Jingchuan, who was so skinny that he looked like he was about to lose his looks. Her heart felt heavy.

Qian Jingchuan tried to give her a relaxed smile, but the smile he forced out was a bit unsightly.

When Yuwen Qingge saw this, her mood turned even worse and she was no longer able to utter any more polite words.

Qian Jingchuan took a deep breath, looked at the two of them, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"You haven't answered me yet? "Why are you guys here?"

"Our laboratory and Pear City University have a collaboration case, and I just happened to hear that your father passed away …"

Jin Junxi's gaze was sincere, and it was impossible to tell that he was lying.

Qian Jingchuan didn't ask who revealed the news of his father's death to them. He only turned his head away, clenched his right hand into a fist, and lightly coughed twice.

"Jing Chuan, do you want to go sit over there first?"

"No need."

Qian Jingchuan didn't move. Jin Junxi and Yuwen Qingge didn't leave either. The three of them stood outside the cremation room, waiting for Qian Yunfan's body to be cremated.

The air above the funeral home was very low, and the sky was so dark it was hard to breathe.

… ….

Dijing.

Floating Cloud Pavilion.

Jun Liuli slowed down his footsteps after washing up.

In the bedroom, the corner light had been turned off, leaving only an antique bedside lamp on. The lights, soft and warm orange.

He walked over to the bed quietly and slowly lifted the quilt to lie down.

The reason why he was so careful was because he was afraid of disturbing the people who were already asleep on the bed.

That person was his newly wedded wife.

Ding Pei.

Although they were still in their honeymoon period, Ding Pei was already two months pregnant.

Compared to other pregnant women, her morning reaction was much stronger. Other than vomiting and not being able to eat, he was also a bit lethargic. However, once awakened, it would be very difficult to fall asleep.1

Jun Liuli saw this and felt pain in his heart. They called for the most famous maternity specialist in Dijing to come over, and they all said it was a normal occurrence.

At this moment, he was lying on his side, quietly looking at Ding Pei who was in a deep slumber. His eyebrows and the corner of his mouth were raised.

That face that he had known since childhood was exceptionally quiet and beautiful under the dim light. Even the light breathing was very soft.

Until now, he felt that his greatest blessing was not in becoming the successor of Jun Family, but in marrying his own beloved woman.

Time passed by slowly, and all the wounds that he had suffered in the past vanished like smoke in thin air.

Buzz buzz.

His phone suddenly vibrated, causing him to furrow his brows. A trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

He had clearly already set it to flight mode, so why would he still be able to call?

Just as he was about to take out his phone to check, the person lying beside him moved.

Jun Liuli gently caressed her as if he was coaxing a child. Then, he lowered his eyes and looked at the phone in his hands.

His phone was silent.

"Hmm?"

He was stunned for a moment before he looked at the bedside table on the other side.

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