C4 I will Dig a Grave First Before Paying My Respects!

A single word left all his subordinates dumbfounded.

Zhou Chi found himself at a loss for words. So, you came here not to pay respects, but to exhume a grave?

Yet no one dared to challenge him; they simply kept their mouths shut and got on with their work.

Throughout this time, Fu Jingchuan's gaze remained fixed on the photo atop the tombstone, where the girl's eyes sparkled, her smile meeting his own.

But when the urn was presented to him, it was as if Fu Jingchuan's eyes were on the verge of shattering.

"President..."

Fu Jingchuan accepted the urn, his fingertips gently caressing it as he cast his eyes downward, his expression unreadable to those around him.

Silence enveloped the group, the air so heavy it was nearly suffocating.

Fu Jingchuan's lips were pressed into a firm line, his face etched with deep solemnity.

Was Soong Ruanruan truly gone?

He had expected to be overwhelmed with rage toward her, yet that anger had miraculously vanished.

Why? Was it possible that he was grieving for her?

He closed his eyes and passed the urn to Zhou Chi, his voice a raspy whisper, "Bury it."

As Zhou Chi was about to return the urn to its place, Fu Jingchuan abruptly interjected, "Wait."

He knitted his brows.

Something felt off—the weight of the urn...

Memories of Soong Ruanruan's peculiar behavior resurfaced, fueling his suspicions.

His face grew taut.

He had indeed harbored doubts about Soong Ruanruan faking her death. Initially, upon seeing the urn, he had been ready to dismiss his suspicions. But if she had truly deceived him...

"Open it!" commanded Fu Jingchuan with an authoritative tone.

Zhou Chi looked at him incredulously, yet his hands were already at work. As he opened the urn, he hesitated, "This..."

He passed the urn forward.

Fu Jingchuan glanced inside and his face instantly darkened.

"Soong Ruanruan!" The name was practically squeezed out through his clenched teeth, his forehead veins pulsating with each syllable.

Witnessing his fury, Zhou Chi couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and respect for Soong Ruanruan.

He never imagined a woman could infuriate the president to such an extent. Impressed, he mused about the possibility of learning a thing or two from her.

"Find her by any means necessary!"

"Yes!"

...

Four years later, at the airport.

"Mommy, there are so many people here," the little girl's soft, slightly nasal voice melted hearts.

The tall woman beside her, donning a cap and a mask that only revealed her bright eyes, held the little girl's hand firmly and adjusted the hat on her head further down. "That's right, so An An needs to stay close to Mommy, okay?"

The little girl, somewhat bewildered, nodded and her big eyes, reminiscent of black grapes, twinkled with a smile.

Soong Ruanruan tenderly squeezed her daughter's chubby cheek, her eyes brimming with affection.

These past few years, without her daughter, she wouldn't have known how to carry on.

But now, for her little girl's health, she had to come back to this place of heartache.

"But Mommy, why do we have to do this?" the little girl asked, discomfort evident as she fidgeted with her mask.

Soong Ruanruan quickly adjusted the mask and explained in a gentle voice, "Otherwise, the bad people might see us. Are you feeling uncomfortable, An An? Do you want to sit down for a bit before we go?"

The girl shook her head. "I'm okay, Mommy. Let's go."

Soong Ruanruan led her to collect their luggage, with the little girl waiting patiently at her side.

As Soong Ruanruan waited for their suitcases, she kept glancing back to ensure her daughter was still there. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a little boy charged into them.

The collision sent the little girl tumbling to the ground. Her lips quivered, and her luminous eyes quickly welled up with tears.

Soong Ruanruan had just lifted the suitcase when she saw her daughter on the ground. Her heart clenched, and she rushed to scoop her up.

Fu Sui froze, his head bowed, struggling to contain the discomfort and the urge surging within him.

His fists clenched tightly, the sight of the little girl crying so pitifully intensified his guilt. He dug his fingernails into his palms, trying to force himself to stay calm, but he found himself unable to utter an apology.

Beads of sweat trickled down his face, and upon closer inspection, his small frame was shaking ever so slightly.

He observed Soong Ruanruan gently lower the girl's mask and tenderly dry the tears on her face. Turning his head away stiffly, a pang of longing struck his heart.

Is this the gentleness of a mother?

Oh, how he yearned for a mother's touch.