Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 203: Something Seems Off About Him

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Something Seems Off About Him

Ye Yan returned to the car and her breath remained erratic for a long time.

Fu Xingzhou’s lonely, desolate figure had wrapped itself around her heart and wouldn’t let go.

In the entire memorial hall full of people, it seemed she could only see him alone in his sorrow.

Ye Yan picked up a water bottle and took a sip, when suddenly someone knocked on the car window.

Seeing the familiar face outside, Ye Yan, surprised, rolled down the window.

"Is that really you, Sister?" Fu Xingrui, dressed all in black with slightly red and swollen eyes, asked, "Are you here to accompany Grandma on her final journey?"

Ye Yan reached out and gently touched the young man’s head, "Mourn in moderation."

That was all she and Ye Zhun could say.

When a loved one passes away, any more words feel pale and powerless.

"Did Ye Zhun tell you?" Fu Xingrui understood, "I saw someone that looked like you just now, but I dared not believe it. Only when I saw your car was I sure."

The young man looked distressed, "Sister, thank you for coming. Grandma’s spirit in heaven will surely rest peacefully now."

Old Mrs. Fu often spoke of Ye Yan in front of him, praising her as a good girl, advising him to take her as a role model for a girlfriend when he grew up.

Indeed, the old lady hadn’t lied to him.

Though his second brother and sister-in-law were now divorced, upon hearing the news of the old lady’s passing, she still came.

Fu Xingrui, seeing the bunch of wildflowers placed on the passenger seat, said, "Sister, when there’s no one around later, I’ll take you in."

He guessed that Ye Yan must feel embarrassed, after all, she was now totally unrelated to the Fu Family.

Rushing in could make her the focus of criticism.

"No need," Ye Yan picked up the flowers and handed them to him, "Please could you place these in front of Grandma’s coffin for me?"

Fu Xingrui refused to take them: "How can I place these for you? Sister, you should go yourself."

His expression turned somber, "You don’t know, ever since Grandma passed away, my second brother hasn’t had a sip of water or a bite of food. He just stands vigil by Grandma’s coffin without sleeping. Tomorrow is the burial, and what I worry about most is him."

"Doesn’t he know he has a bad stomach?" Ye Yan, being a doctor, was angry hearing someone was treating his own body so harshly.

"In our Family, no one can persuade the second brother; he used to listen to Grandma, but now that she’s gone, who dares to speak to him?" Fu Xingrui’s eyes reddened, "Without Grandma, if he also breaks down, what will we do?"

Ye Yan was silent.

She wasn’t blind to Fu Xingrui’s intentions, he was hoping she would step in and speak to Fu Xingzhou.

But who was she to him, and in what capacity could she counsel him?

What if he didn’t listen?

Ultimately, the matters of the Fu Family had nothing to do with her.

Simply being here was already more than what her conscience demanded, a respect to the care Old Mrs. Fu had shown her.

Anything else was truly beyond her responsibility and right.

"Sister, could you promise me not to go back to Ao City yet?" Fu Xingrui, knowing he might not persuade her, sounded a bit impatient, "Wait until after Grandma is buried, then you can leave, alright?"

This was the young man’s last plea, and Ye Yan agreed.

The next day in Hong Kong, it rained.

The rain was light, like dense threads, falling on people’s clothes and winding around their hearts.

The mood of the Fu Family was like the weather at that time.

Gloomy, low, sorrowful!

Not until the burial ceremony ended and the people on the mountain gradually descended, the vehicles parked there also slowly driving away.

Ye San then went up the mountain holding an umbrella.

In her arms, she carried a newly bought bunch of flowers, the wildflowers that the old lady liked, along with some fresh ones Ye Yan had personally selected.

Old Mrs. Fu had experienced the great ups and downs of life, and even when the Fu Family later became wealthy, she still maintained her pure and kind nature.

She treated people with humility and dignity.

Old Mrs. Fu had always been someone she respected, someone she wanted to become when she grew old.

Ye Yan ascended the steps, raindrops fell on the black umbrella, producing a muted pattering sound.

She had thought that it would take some time to find Old Mrs. Fu’s gravestone.

But from a distance, she saw someone sitting in front of a tomb.

Clad in black, the person had no umbrella, letting the rain soak his hair and clothes.

Ye Yan was shocked and quickened her pace.

All the Fu Family had left, only Fu Xingzhou was still guarding Old Mrs. Fu’s grave.

He didn’t do anything, just quietly stared at the photo on the gravestone, lost in thought.

The rain trickled down his finely chiseled face.

Suddenly, the rain seemed to stop.

He looked up somewhat bewilderingly, realizing an umbrella had been held over him.

He seemed slightly annoyed, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "I said, let me be alone."

The umbrella didn’t move.

Finally, Fu Xingzhou turned around, and at the sight of the visitor, his pupils shone like a shooting star, a brief burst of luster.

"Yanyan?"

Fu Xingzhou looked at her, somewhat excited, "Why are you here?"

"I came to see how you are killing yourself," Ye Yan said curtly, bending down to place the bouquet in her arms in front of the gravestone.

On the gravestone, Old Mrs. Fu’s face was kind, smiling as she looked at the two of them.

Fu Xingzhou smiled, his gaze joining hers.

"If you came, Grandma would be very pleased; she asked about you even on her deathbed."

Ye Yan felt a jolt in her heart, "Then why didn’t you tell me?"

Then, she could have seen Old Mrs. Fu for one last time.

"How could I face you?" Fu Xingzhou self-mockingly said, "The person I was back then, because of selfish desires, did too many things that hurt you, I no longer have the right to ask for your forgiveness."

Fu Xingzhou raised his hand, wiping the rainwater from the photo.

"Grandma always told me to treat you well, not to disappoint you, but I did not heed her advice; I let down her admonition, and even more so, I let you down."

His words seemed as fleeting as the incessant drizzle.

"Grandma’s death finally made me understand just how outrageously wrong I was," Fu Xingzhou pressed his chest, "If that surgery had killed Ye Zhun, I would be in your place now. Having experienced this pain myself, I now know how heart-wrenchingly painful it is. Yanyan, I truly made a mistake, if time could be reversed, I would never bet my father’s life against Ye Zhun’s life; I was a selfish bastard, you hating me and leaving me is all deserved, and Grandma’s death is also my retribution, all of this is my own fault..."

"Enough, Fu Xingzhou," Ye Yan interrupted him, her hand holding the umbrella slightly trembling, "Why say these things in front of Grandma, can’t you let her go in peace?"

"I’m sorry." Fu Xingzhou suddenly rested his head on her legs, "I’m sorry."

His body slightly trembled.

There was a chill on Ye Yan’s legs, whether from the rain or something else...

She looked down at the man she both loved and hated, at that moment, he was frail and vulnerable.

Ye Yan slowly reached out, placing her hand on his head, gently rubbing like soothing a child.

It will be okay, everything will get better.

"Fu Xingzhou."

His hand suddenly grabbed the hem of her pants, his whole demeanor seemed off.