Chapter 741 Doubt
"Haha, only half?" Wang Juan asked with a sneer.
"Then...how about two-thirds?" Zhao Minglei was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and finally gave in.
Wang Juan sighed again and shook her head, "Minglei, you know me. I'm not the kind of woman who would pester you or make unreasonable demands."
"Yes, yes, I know...I know..."
"If you said half, then half. I don't want two-thirds from you. Let's part ways amicably. Although we can't be together, we still have an emotional foundation. And for the sake of the child, I forgive you. By the way, I don't want others to know about this. In addition, I tell you that I will go to Hong Kong to register for marriage next month. From now on, we will just be ordinary friends. The child has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"
"Marry? With whom?"
"Who else could it be? That Mr. Han from Hong Kong, what's wrong? Are you not happy that he is willing to marry me? Can you marry me? If not for you and the child, who else can I do this for?"
"I understand, I understand. Thank you, Juanzi, thank you so much!" Zhao Minglei finally felt relieved and expressed his gratitude.
Wang Juan didn't say anything more to him. She hung up the phone, took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and started smoking it.
After finishing a cigarette, Wang Juan reached out to put it out, then picked up the phone and dialed a number.
This time, the phone rang for a long time before someone picked up the phone, and the person who answered the phone was not the person Wang Juan was looking for. It was only after a while that the person she was looking for answered the phone.
"Juanzi, is there something wrong ?" Zhang Liming's gentle voice came.
"Brother Liming, I...actually..." Wang Juan said with a choked voice, and didn't know how to continue.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell or something? Have you been to the hospital?" Zhang Liming asked with concern.
Raising her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Wang Juan smiled and said, "It's okay. I was choked by the smoke just now. I was choked by it."
"Brother Liming, I am not disturbing you, am I? You are so busy and yet you specially come to answer the phone..."
"No, no, I was in a meeting just now. Besides, I can ignore other people's calls, but how can I not answer your call? Juanzi, I've been too busy these days and don't have much time to accompany you. You are pregnant now, you have to take good care of yourself, okay? Eat whatever you want, and take care of yourself, not only for yourself but also for the baby in your belly. By the way, you should smoke less, it's best not to smoke, pregnant women smoking is not good for the baby, I will come to see you after I'm done with this busy period, okay?"
"Okay, I understand, brother Liming. I will listen to you. By the way, you don't have to come to see me specially. I can take care of myself. I have something to tell you. I have arranged everything with Zhao Minglei. He will leave half of the profits to the children. And I also settled things with Mr. Han in Hong Kong yesterday. He will go back to Hong Kong today to prepare the next batch of goods. After this batch of goods is completed, I will go to Hong Kong with him to register for marriage..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and after a while, Zhang Liming's leisurely sigh was heard.
"I'm so sorry for wronging you, Juanzi..."
"No, how could I feel wronged with what Brother Liming said? Brother Liming, go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about things here. I'll help you keep an eye on them. Everything has been arranged."
"Thank you for your hard work, Juanzi. I will remember your kindness. You must be well. Don't think too much. Believe in me..."
"Well, I believe you, brother. I'm going to hang up now. Goodbye, brother Liming..."
"Goodbye, Juanzi. If you need any help from me, just give me a call. I'm here for you all..."
"I know, thank you brother..."
Wang Juan hung up the phone, her face full of tears, and she felt even more miserable. She sobbed for a long time on the sofa, took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and soon smiled again.
After Song Yuanchao dealt with the affairs in Shanghai, he went to Gusu.
He did not go directly to the factory in Gusu, but drove to his parents' cemetery first.
Every year during the Qingming Festival and the Winter Solstice, Song Yuanchao would go to the cemetery to visit his parents, and Lin Yan would go with him. Yangyang was still young, and it was not convenient for him to go to such places at his age, but his and Lin Yan's names had been engraved on the tombstone, under Song Yuanchao's name.
Last year, Lin Yan took her children to Hong Kong during the winter solstice. This year, Song Yuanchao probably didn't have time to come during the Qingming Festival, because he had to go to Hong Kong to accompany his wife and children. Lin Yan's due date was approaching, and he really couldn't leave, so this time he came early to visit his parents' graves.
The Spring Festival had just passed and the cemetery was deserted and desolate. Song Yuanchao walked into the cemetery with flowers and offerings in his hands, and couldn't help but think of the time when he had just returned to Shanghai from the northwest.
It was also during this period that Song Yuanchao came to visit his parents’ graves just two days after returning to Shanghai. It was also early spring, and he was also alone.
In a blink of an eye, several years have passed. Song Yuanchao of this era is different from his previous life. His life trajectory has taken another path, a life path that he once dreamed of and longed for.
Sometimes Song Yuanchao wondered if his parents were blessing him from heaven. If that was the case, how happy his parents would be to see him succeed in his career and live a happy life!
Walking along the path and then up the stairs, you will soon arrive at your parents' grave.
Song Yuanchao was holding a broom in his hand. He put the offerings aside and was about to clean the front of the tomb when he was slightly stunned. He felt surprised when he saw a bunch of withered flowers on the place where the offerings were placed in front of the tomb.
"What is...?" Although the flowers had withered long ago and a long time had passed, coupled with the wind and rain, it was impossible to see clearly without careful observation. Song Yuanchao still discovered it when he walked closer to clean up.
But upon closer inspection, it can still be distinguished that this is a bouquet of chrysanthemums. For a moment, Song Yuanchao suddenly remembered a similar scene he saw when he visited his parents' graves on Qingming Festival a few years ago. The bouquet of flowers was definitely not placed here by Song Yuanchao when he came back, because the location was completely different. Although Song Yuanchao would bring chrysanthemums every time he came, he would also bring lilies, because his mother's favorite was lily, and this was for his mother.
This bunch of withered chrysanthemums are placed in a different location from where Song Yuanchao placed them last time, so it is definitely not where Song Yuanchao placed them before.
"Who could it be?" Song Yuanchao looked at the bunch of withered chrysanthemums in confusion, feeling very puzzled.
Not many people know where their parents' graves are. Apart from Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan, probably only Zhang Jianguo's family and Principal Zhou know where their parents' graves are.
When Song Yuanchao went to the countryside, Zhang Jianguo helped Song Yuanchao to sweep the graves several times. However, after Song Yuanchao came back, Zhang Jianguo seldom came. On the one hand, there were children sweeping the graves, so there was no need for Zhang Jianguo, an outsider, to make a long trip. On the other hand, even if Zhang Jianguo came, he would tell Song Yuanchao, or come directly with Song Yuanchao and his wife.
As for Principal Zhou, he had been here several times before, but the last time he saw the scene in front of the tomb and returned to Shanghai, Song Yuanchao specifically asked Principal Zhou about it. Principal Zhou told Song Yuanchao that it was not him who put it there.
Apart from them, perhaps a few of his relatives know the location of his parents' graves, but the problem is that the Song family has long lost contact with those relatives!
They had already stopped seeing each other, and given their character, how could they go out of their way to visit their parents' graves? If they had such thoughts, their parents would not have passed away so early, and they would not have taken advantage of Song Yuanchao's absence from Shanghai to take over their house.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Song Yuanchao still couldn't figure out who gave this bouquet of flowers to his parents.
He put the matter aside for the time being and started cleaning up the cemetery.
It took some time to clean the area in front of the tomb, and then I used the paint I brought to carefully paint the words on the tombstone.
After finishing all this, Song Yuanchao placed the offerings, lit incense and candles, burned paper money, and knelt down to kowtow to his parents...
While waiting for the incense to burn, Song Yuanchao talked to his parents who were buried here, talking about what happened to him, Lin Yan and their children these days. As the elders who passed away, if they really have spirits in heaven, they will definitely like to hear this.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going to have my second child soon, another grandson or granddaughter. I'll tell you the good news after the baby is born, and leave his (her) name. By the way, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? I've been thinking about naming If it's a boy, how about Song Wenhao? If it's a girl, how about Song Zijun?"
Song Yuanchao was talking to his parents with a smile on his face. When his parents were alive, they probably hoped for such a day, with many children and grandchildren and a harmonious family. Unfortunately, they left too early and could not see it. It is a pity.
After staying in the cemetery for more than two hours, Song Yuanchao packed up and left.
After going down the mountain, he came to the management office at the entrance, returned the borrowed broom and other things, and then stuffed a pack of cigarettes into the doorman's hand.
"Mr. Song, you are too polite. I've given it to you before. No need, no need..." This old man has been here for several years. Every time he comes to visit the grave, Song Yuanchao will be polite to him. He either brings some small gifts or gives him a pack of cigarettes or something. The old man has a deep impression of Song Yuanchao and they get along well.
"Take it. The temperature difference in the mountains is big, and you'll be lonely alone. Smoke to drive away the cold." Song Yuanchao smiled and stuffed the cigarette into his hand.
"Look, it's like this every time I come. I'm really embarrassed." The old man reluctantly put away his cigarette and said with a smile.
"It's okay. It's not easy for you either." Song Yuanchao waved his hand and suddenly remembered to say to the old man, "Uncle, I went to the grave today and saw someone seemed to have come to my parents' grave. I wonder if you have seen who it was?"
"That... I don't know." The old man shook his head and said, "Our cemetery is not small. I usually go to clean it when there are few people. People who come to visit the graves usually don't tell me which family they are going to. But don't worry, Mr. Song. I will keep an eye on this matter for you. I will ask around and tell you next time someone comes."
"That's great, thank you, sir. Sorry for bothering you."
"It's no trouble, it's my duty..." The old man smiled and nodded repeatedly. Song Yuanchao chatted with the old man for a few more words and then said goodbye and left.
