"I will take her to Rongcheng the day after tomorrow." Josnian said calmly, without much excitement in his eyes, as if he was just talking about a normal thing.

Meng Chen's eyes flashed with shock, but within a few seconds, he calmed down again.

Going to Rongcheng during the Qingming Festival, Josnian's meaning was very clear.

Over the years, ever since he learned the truth, Josnian has been very taboo about Rongcheng, and he has also been taboo about the names Ye Yunxiao and Xiang Hua for a long time.

Meng Chen has been following Josnian, and he knows everything about Josnian's every move.

When Josnian went to Rongcheng to search for the truth and evidence, he went with him and participated in almost the entire process.

After finding out the truth and learning that Ye Jiaqi was Xiang Shaoguang's granddaughter, Josnian's first choice was to hide it.

If he had to add a time limit, he planned to hide it from her for the rest of his life.

Only later, things deviated from Josnian's control.

Now, Josnian offered to take Ye Jiaqi back to Rongcheng.

Meng Chen nodded: "Do you want me to arrange the itinerary?"

"No, I'll just drive her there."

"Okay." Meng Chen didn't say much. He didn't have much hatred in his heart. Even if there was before, more than twenty years later, there is still nothing that cannot be resolved.

His father has always been an optimist and is always cheerful when he has nothing to do. He often tells him that in this world, there are always more happy things than unhappy things, so life is beautiful.

Thinking of this, Meng Chen's eyes moved to his father's tombstone.

Looking at it like this, it's like my father is still alive.

Meng Chen no longer has any hatred towards the Xiang family, let alone Ye Jiaqi.

Josnian took a puff of cigarette and was about to finish another cigarette.

As night fell, the cemetery was shrouded in darkness, and the surrounding area was silent.

Tomorrow, he will come to spend a day with his old friend, and the day after tomorrow, he and Ye Jiaqi will go to Rongcheng.

Butler Tang came over and said, "Master Qiao, Mr. Meng, it's time for dinner. I'm ready."

"Yeah." Josnian put out the cigarette butt.

Josnian did not place many servants in the cemetery. He always felt that this place needed to be quiet.

Nowadays, there are only Butler Tang, Butler Sun, Meng Chen and him here, as well as a driver and two servants responsible for cleaning.

The meal was extremely simple, so Josnian poured himself some wine.

This kind of festival is more suitable for drinking.

Meng Chen moved the cup in front of him to Josnian.

Josnian understood, moved his lips, and poured some strong wine for Meng Chen.

The two of them were relatively speechless, no one spoke, they just drank one glass after another, in tacit understanding and devotion.

The atmosphere was extremely cold for a moment.

Butler Tang did not dare to break the silence and stood aside silently with his hands lowered. Sometimes he would bring them cooked dishes.

The two men in the shopping mall are now just ordinary flesh and blood, with emotions, emotions, and regrets.

Human beings are not like vegetation, and no one is born cool.

They didn't speak, and Housekeeper Tang didn't dare to say anything. However, the old woman's tears were shallow. She had been crying all day today, and now her eyes were still red and moist, and they were hazy.

Looking at Josnian and Meng Chen, she wanted to cry again, but she still suppressed her tears.

Dozens of people died in the Qiao family, especially the eldest lady who committed suicide by jumping into the river.

He was in his prime, but he chose to end his life in an extreme way.
Chapter completed!