Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 350 Mother and daughter meet

Singapore in June is incredibly hot. Even the wind carries a scorching heat.

But the Nanyuan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city is like another world, surrounded by dense greenery, offering a rare and refreshing coolness.

At this time of year, Qingming Festival has long passed and Ghost Festival is still far away. The cemetery is quiet, with only the occasional breeze blowing, stirring up a few withered leaves, making it seem even more desolate.

Yan Lan wore a neatly tailored black silk dress with a small pearl brooch pinned to the neckline.

She was holding a bouquet of pure white flowers in her arms.

Her son, Yan Chao, was also dressed in all black, but he had changed into a more lively black short-sleeved T-shirt and athletic shorts, with white sneakers on his feet.

He was wearing a pair of children's sunglasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were curiously surveying this quiet place.

Yan Lan stopped in front of a very neatly maintained tombstone. The photo on the tombstone was quite old, but it was wiped spotless.

The woman in the photo has a radiant smile, and her eyebrows and eyes are similar to Yan Lan's, but with an added touch of indifference.

She knelt down and carefully placed the gardenias in front of the tombstone. Her fingertips brushed against the cool stone, and she whispered, "Mom, I'm back."

As soon as I finished speaking, my eyes started to feel hot.

These past few years abroad, I've been busy taking care of my young son Yan Chao and adapting to my new life, so much so that I haven't even had time to come back and sweep my mother's grave.

She had originally thought that the area in front of the tombstone would be overgrown with weeds, but to her surprise, it was not only clean, but even the writing on the tombstone looked as if it had just been wiped clean. She must have been able to do this thanks to Han Yan.

I came back so suddenly this time that I didn't have time to tell her. This is a good opportunity to give Han Yan a surprise.

"Mom, is this Grandma?" Yan Chao took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were just like Yan Lan's, clear and bright.

He looked at the woman in the photo. Although it was the first time he had met her, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the photo, but then stopped in mid-air and turned to look at Yan Lan, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

Yan Lan held her son's little hand, feeling the warmth on his fingertips, which calmed her down a bit.

"Yes, this is Grandma."

The mother and son stood in front of the tombstone for a while. Yan Lan talked softly about her life over the past few years, and Yan Chao followed suit and shared his funny stories from kindergarten with his grandmother. They didn't leave until the sun gradually rose higher.

Yan Lan bent down and picked up Yan Chao. The little guy naturally wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his head on her shoulder.

Just then, Yan Lan stopped in her tracks.

Her hearing was always more acute than that of ordinary people. In this quiet cemetery, a series of slightly heavy footsteps approached from afar, and judging from the direction, they were coming from this direction.

"somebody is coming."

Yan Lan frowned slightly, a strange sense of vigilance rising in her heart.

She barely hesitated before carrying Yan Chao and quickly hiding behind a dense thicket of bushes.

The shrubs here are as tall as half a person, with intertwined branches and leaves, which can completely cover the two people's figures.

Yan Chao was taken aback by his mother's sudden action. He was about to ask a question when Yan Lan stopped him with a look. He could only obediently lie in his mother's arms and look out through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Soon, the figures of a grandmother and granddaughter came into view. Walking in front was a lady, dressed in an elegant gray cheongsam, with a graceful demeanor; she was none other than Madam Qin.

She was holding the hand of a little girl, about four or five years old, wearing a fluffy white princess dress with tiny pearls and lace trim on the hem. As she ran, she looked like a little butterfly spreading its wings.

The little girl was chubby and round, with plump cheeks that looked like a little dough ball, making you want to pinch her cheeks.

She was also holding a bouquet of pure white lilies.

"Grandma, you brought me to see Grandma again."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, like she was sucking on a piece of candy. She seemed to be very familiar with the area. She ran forward with light steps on her short legs, only to be gently pulled back by Madam Qin.

From the time she could walk, Mrs. Qin often brought her here, saying that she wanted to visit an old friend, whom she called "Grandma".

As Madam Qin approached the tombstone, she immediately noticed the fresh bouquet of flowers.

She paused for a moment, then looked around, her gaze sweeping among the bushes and tombstones, but unfortunately she didn't see anyone.

A hint of disappointment crept onto Madam Qin's face.

Over the years, she has come here almost every month, partly to talk to Yan Yunxi.

On the other hand, there was also a faint hope that he could meet Yan Lan here.

She felt guilty for what happened back then, both towards Yan Lan and Yan Yunxi. This guilt weighed heavily on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. But five years had passed, and she hadn't encountered Yan Lan even once.

Madam Qin sighed, placing the fruit and snacks she had brought before the tombstone one by one. As if speaking to an old friend, she began to murmur, "Yunxi, I've come to see you again. Xixi has grown up a bit, and she's getting more and more mischievous..."

She didn't have many friends. The Qin family had gone through too many ups and downs over the years, and she had no one to talk to about the hardships and bitterness she had endured. She didn't want to tell outsiders, but she felt that coming here to chat with Yan Yunxi would make her feel better.

After visiting so many times, Madam Qin felt a sense of emptiness and unease if she didn't come for a while.

Yan Xi waited for a while, listening to her grandmother and "grandmother" talking, and felt a little bored.

She lifted her chubby little legs and looked around curiously. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the bushes where Yan Lan was hiding, where the branches and leaves seemed to be denser than elsewhere.

She broke free from Madam Qin's hand and took small, unsteady steps toward that direction.

As Yan Lan watched the child approach, her heart leaped into her throat, her mind racing.

She instinctively hugged Yan Chao tighter, held her breath, and didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

This child... is really good-looking.

Yan Lan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Yan Xi's eyes are big and round, like two black grapes, and the corners of her mouth naturally curve upwards, as if she is always smiling.

What's most impressive about her is her eyebrows and eyes. Her expression and features are strikingly similar to Qin Shichang—the man she thought she had long since buried deep in her memory. Even the occasional slight frown carries a resemblance.

At such a young age, she already shows signs of becoming a beauty.

Yan Lan felt as if something had clenched her heart, leaving her with a bittersweet feeling, along with a vague sense of panic.

She stared intently at Yan Xi's footsteps, conflicted. She wanted to see the child a little longer, yet she prayed that Yan Xi wouldn't come over.

The bushes blocked most of her view, but she could still clearly see the child getting closer and closer. Not far away, the chubby little hand reached out and touched a large leaf.