Chapter 533: Everyone has their own thoughts

Xia Ling didn’t want to meet him.

　　This fateful relationship should have been ended long ago. She wished she could stay as far away from him as possible.

However, for Pei Ziheng, it was the opposite. He cherished every inch of time he spent with her. "You look a little depressed. Did you not sleep well last night?" He stood up and walked towards her slowly, but she backed away warily.

So he stopped and looked down at her, as if he wanted to reflect her face into the depths of his eyes. Xia Ling felt uncomfortable looking at him, and even her voice was a little tight: "I came to you to talk about the baby's burial. Pei Ziheng, did the Feng Shui master in your family choose a cemetery for him? ?”

Pei Ziheng said slowly and gently: "It's just a little baby that only lived for 100 days. It's already dead when it dies. Don't be too sad. Take care of yourself and don't wear down your body." He didn't want to talk directly to her about the matter. Because he knew very well that Xiao Ling came here today to talk about the baby. Once the matter was resolved, he would leave without hesitation. He wanted to see her more.

Xia Ling was anxious: "Have you chosen a good cemetery for him?"

Pei Ziheng then said: "Now Yong'an Village is ten miles away from H City. It has beautiful scenery and a beautifully built cemetery." H City is adjacent to S City, but there is also a lot of distance between them. It takes a day to drive there and back. not enough.

Xia Ling felt very distressed: "Why did you let him live so far away now? No way." The little baby was all alone. It was so lonely there. Even if she wanted to visit him, she couldn't come and go often.

But Pei Ziheng said: "The feng shui of the Pei family will not be ruined there now."

"He is not your child in the first place, how could he ruin your family's feng shui?" Xia Ling's chest heaved with anger, "You have always disliked him, and even if he died, you would still bully him and bury him so far away. place."

Pei Ziheng's voice was slow, but with a hint of coldness: "Why do I like him? Xiao Ling, I wish I could peel off his bones and skin him, take apart every cell in his body, and remove your and Li Lei's genes Completely separate." At this point, he smiled slightly, "Don't you love me anymore? Didn't you threaten not to give me a child? Now you're on your own and you can't get pregnant again. I'm glad I don't have to see another one. "Little bastard."

Xia Ling's body was shaking under his words.

She said weakly: "I'm not here today to settle old scores with you. Can you bury the child a little closer?"

"No." There was no room for change in Pei Ziheng's words. "No matter what the bloodline of this little scoundrel is, he is nominally my Pei Ziheng's child. He must abide by the rules of the Pei family." In fact, this matter has nothing to do with the Pei family. It has nothing to do with the rules. There are several cemeteries in this city that have good feng shui and do not conflict with the Pei family's ancestral tomb. They are also the burial places recommended by the tomb selector. However, Pei Ziheng did not adopt any of them and specially circled a place far away from the city just so that Xia Ling could not visit it often.

He couldn't stand her missing her flesh and blood with another man.

Xia Ling lowered her eyes and asked softly: "I want to get closer to him, can you help me?" She would only make such a humble request when it involves matters involving important people.

Pei Ziheng's heart hurt a little, but he hardened his heart: "No."

“He is not your child.” She finally couldn’t help but pick up the scar.

The anger in Pei Ziheng's heart surged up: "Yes, he is not my child. Do you want me to tell others?"

Xia Ling bit her lip and stopped talking. She understood that the reason why Pei Ziheng kept the child's life experience secret was not for Li Lei's sake at all, but just out of a man's pride. Even if he told anyone about this, it would be a damage to her self-esteem, which was no different from telling Li Lei.

Then he might as well tell Li Lei directly.

This is a result that Xia Ling does not want to see.

She silently accepted the fact.

Only then did a look of satisfaction appear in the depths of his eyes, and his voice softened again: "I chose the place with the best feng shui in the cemetery for him, and hired a famous craftsman to carve the tombstone. The funerary objects and Fuyin soil were also chosen. The best thing is that his spirit in heaven can rest in peace." "I want to prepare a few more things for him," Xia Ling said softly.

Pei Ziheng glanced at her quietly.

"No?" She was a little worried, "Pei Ziheng, I am his mother."

"It's not impossible," Pei Ziheng's eyes seemed to pierce through her, and his voice was gentle and unquestionable, "It's just that it doesn't work with the traces of severe thunder."

Her eyes dimmed little by little.

Originally, she had a small plan in mind, asking Li Lei to put two things as burial objects, so that the child would always remember his biological father. But Pei Ziheng saw through it at a glance.

"Pei Ziheng, you are too cruel." Her voice was dry.

"Who is so cruel?" He said slowly, "Xiao Ling, I knew you were coming today. I started preparing since yesterday. I cleaned the villa from top to bottom and trimmed the garden, just to let you see this place. The most beautiful appearance. But even this can't keep you. After more than ten years of love, you will change your mind. "

She shook her head, not wanting to get involved with him again. He is too stubborn and will never listen to what others say. "In fourteen days, it will be the day of burial. We will see you then."

She stood up and took her leave.

Pei Ziheng bid farewell to each other in silence.

She walked out of the living room on the first floor and stood under the porch. She saw Li Lei standing outside the garden gate not far away. The red wall covered with ivy was meandering behind him. The branches and leaves of the newly pruned plants were beautiful and the sunlight was gentle. The shot was taken down, reflecting his reassuring profile.

His eyes were always looking at the porch. When he saw her coming out, he stood up slightly.

Xia Ling took a few steps forward before meeting him.

Unexpectedly, Pei Ziheng suddenly called softly: "Xiao Ling."

Xia Ling turned around without knowing what was going on.

Pei Ziheng stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the non-existent dust on her long hair. His voice was very gentle: "The door here is open to you at any time."

She looked a little stiff, took a few steps back, and left.

Over there, Li Lei's original leisurely look had changed - under the porch, the man and woman were as beautiful as a painting, like a couple made in heaven. Although he knew that Pei Ziheng did it on purpose and warned himself not to be angry, there was still a trace of gloom on his face.

He took a few steps forward, took Xia Ling's hand, and led her into his car.

The car drove all the way back. In the car, Xia Ling was immersed in the grief that her child was about to be buried far away, while Li Lei was immersed in the scene in front of the porch. Both of them had their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke.

(End of this chapter)

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