Chapter 739 - She Made Me Wait, And She Never Returned
Yan Qingsi’s lips quirked into a smile. She placed the bare dandelion down. “Mom, I’m here…” she said. “I’m really busy because I’m a celebrity now. I’ve been to so many places, I’ve seen places that you never got to see, so that’s why I didn’t have time to see you. Please don’t be mad at me, okay? Wait till I’ve become the best actress when I’m above everyone else. Then I have plenty of time, and I’ll move you to a better spot.
“There has been an idiot who’s pestering you of late. He’s….not bad, right?”
Yue Tingfeng had said that he would visit the grave often. She had never thought that he would keep to his word.
Yue Tingfeng was actually a caring soul, and he gave all the care he could give to Yan Qingsi.
Nobody had ever given this sort of care to Yan Qingsi. Even when he had met Helan Fangnian in M Country, he had never given this sort of attention.
Yan Qingsi’s legs ached, so she squatted down. “The two shows I’ve filmed is about to air,” she said. “Mom, you better pray that my shows get super popular so I can change my public image fabulously. I want to tell everyone that Yan Qingsi doesn’t just stir up drama and get a lot of haters. I have the acting chops too.”
Yan Qingsi muttered for a long time, finally stopping when a shadow lingered over her head.
She did not move nor did she raise her head. It was so hot, and she was so tired. The sun made her dizzy. This little shadow granted some small comfort and she did not want to move out of it.
A beautiful hand lightly ghosted over the photograph on the gravestone.
His touch was barely there. He was so careful, as though he feared that touching it would harm the person in the photo.
Yan Qingsi exhaled. “Very few people remember that Nie Qiuping ever existed,” she said. “All these years, nobody has come to see her, except for me and Yue Tingfeng. Now that she sees someone else who she’s familiar with, she will be happy.”
“How did she die?” Coolness seeped through the grating quality of his voice.
Yan Qingsi’s legs were a little numb. She slightly adjusted her posture. “Didn’t you already find that out?”
“I’m letting you tell me.” You Yi’s voice was cold, guttural, and full of murderous intent.
“When I was eight, my dad, who had left us for so long, suddenly turned up. He wanted to take me and my mother to the city,” Yan Qingsi said, delaying the answer. “Then we only found out that he had remarried. He had a wife and a kid. My mother had no place there. She wanted to take me back, she wanted a divorce. But someone didn’t allow it. The Ye family refused to let their precious daughter marry a divorcee, and they refused to let the public know that the daughter of the Ye family was a mistress, a homewrecker…”
Yan Qingsi smiled. “What would you do then, if you were them?” she asked.
You Yi did not answer her. “They could only get rid of my mother. The dead cannot testify,” Yan Qingsi continued. “Then Ye Lingzhi could tell everyone that my mother was the mistress, the homewrecker. And I… well, I was the illegitimate daughter, the mistress’s daughter. She took pity on me and adopted me and earned plenty of praise with that.
“That time, everyone cursed my mother even after death, saying that it was right that she died. They said that her death was a blessing, that mistresses never have happy endings waiting for them. That’s how it happened. It’s not complicated, but it’s not so simple either.”
Yan Qingsi’s legs were completely numb but she did not want to move an inch. She raised her face toward the sky. “That day, my mom told me to wait for her,” she said. “She said that she would be back when I finished that bowl of noodles…but she never came back.”
A single teardrop plopped and splattered onto the ground. It quickly evaporated above the boiling surface, not a single trace of its existence left behind.