Qin Zhaoran remained silent, his thin lips lightly pressed together, seemingly also unable to bear it.
Qiao Mo grabbed his arm: "Say sothing, will you? Where is Fu Nancheng? He was perfectly fine when I left! How could he... be... be..."
Qin Zhaoran lowered his eyes, softly saying, "My condolences."
"You’re talking nonsense! Where’s his body? I don’t believe it until I see him dead or alive!"
Qiao Mo’s eyes were bloodshot, like soone who had lost their mind.
Qin Zhaoran hesitated for a mont, then said gently, "The body has been taken back to Nanshan Villa, and the ashes will be scattered into the sea beside the villa. He said that way, he could always protect you and the children."
"Impossible... Impossible... Nonsense! He was in a coma, how could he say such things!"
Even though she couldn’t believe it rationally or verbally, Qiao Mo still pushed him away and turned around to run out.
She didn’t even use a driver, driving herself at full speed back to Nanshan Villa.
He can’t be dead... he won’t be dead.
This must be a lie, yes, it must be a lie.
Qiao Mo was driving, but her vision was becoming increasingly blurry, tears clouding her eyes, uncontrollably falling.
Bastard, you promised you wouldn’t let anything happen, how could you break your promise.
After nearly an hour of speeding, Qiao Mo finally arrived at Nanshan Villa.
But when she reached the villa’s entrance, she froze.
Because at this mont, the villa was filled with many people, dressed in various formal attires, all eyes fixated on her.
The villa’s gate was adorned with white and champagne-colored roses, a red carpet stretching from her feet all the way to the villa’s center.
The sides of the red carpet resembled a sea of flowers, with long tables, candelabras, lace, balloons, champagne, and cake, the sweet atmosphere was overwhelming, indescribably beautiful.
All eyes were on her, Qiao Mo’s eyes were red, sowhat dazed.
What’s going on?
Did she co to the wrong place?
Where is Fu Nancheng... he’s not dead, is he?
Yes, he must not be dead.
With this thought, Qiao Mo ca back to her senses, lifted her skirt, and ran wildly along the red carpet toward the center of the villa.
Suddenly, the sky erupted with over a dozen bursts of fireworks, and with each explosion, large flurries of pink and white rose petals spread through the air, filling it with a srizing fragrance.
Qiao Mo looked up, the gentle petals softly caressed her cheek, making her feel a sense of bewildernt, as if she were in a dream.
What is this... is it a dream?
Then, a loud rumbling sounded, and two rows of planes roared past high in the sky, circling twice before gradually arranging themselves in an orderly fashion.
Two minutes later, over a dozen planes aligned to form a sequence of ’I LOVE U’ in the sky.
Qiao Mo’s steps slowly ca to a halt, staring at the letters in the sky, lost in thought.
This is...
Accompanied by a soft piano lody, a tall figure in an ink-black suit, holding a bouquet of pure white roses, approached from the other end of the red carpet.
Qiao Mo watched the man before her in a daze... her eyes gradually moistening.
Fu Nancheng... is that him?
He’s really not dead, is he?
Fu Nancheng, with a face that defied both gods and n, slowly stopped in front of Qiao Mo, knelt down on one knee, took out a shining diamond ring, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Mo, marry ."
Qiao Mo stared intently at his face, not daring to blink lest she accidentally lost sight of him and he disappeared.
Looking more closely, she saw that behind Fu Nancheng stood two tiny figures, also clad in suits.
Qiqi and Chenchen were wearing matching little suits, except Fu Nancheng had a dark red striped tie, while the two little ones sported dark red bow ties.
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