The CEO's Sweet Wife

Chapter 473 The fog is heavy
Both good and bad must be accepted, no matter how painful the pain comes, you must accept it completely.

Yan Qianxi got up early in the morning and tidied herself carefully.

Although he was going back to his own home, he still felt that he should pay more attention to it.

In the past, Yan Qianxi would never have imagined that one day she would return to her favorite home in such a strange way.

Standing at the door hesitantly, with his hand on the doorbell, he hesitated to press it.

Yue Linlan said that he could accompany her, but Yan Qianxi thought that one day he would have to deal with everything by himself, and it was impossible for Yue Linlan to stay with her all the time, so he politely refused.

But at this moment, her heart is still beating...

"Ding dong—"

"coming."

Song Xianya opened the door, saw Yan Qianxi who was obviously embarrassed standing outside the door, smiled bitterly, and beckoned her into the room.

Yue Linlan had told her in advance that Song Xianya knew about Yan Qianxi's amnesia, but before she arrived, she even forgot her mother.

"Aixi, Xiaotuo."

"Mom, you're here!" Ai Xi bounced over and hugged Yan Qianxi, which calmed her down a bit.

"Asahi, do you want to go to your room and have a look."

Song Xianya thought maybe let her look at those familiar things, and she would recall the past. The best way is to look at her room!

"Okay, where is my room?"

"Turn right upstairs to the first room."

Song Xianya took Aixi's little hand, "How about we leave mom alone for a while? You and grandma go to see something fun."

Yan Qianxi looked up.

Is the room upstairs the place where I used to live?This is my home.

He raised his foot, landed on the first step, and walked up solemnly step by step, as if he was about to open Pandora's box. I don't know what would come out of it, or an angel, or a demon?

"Patter." The door was opened.

Yan Qianxi caressed the table, the books, and slowly walked forward, each book was very serious, as if she would think of something in the next second.

Finally he stopped by the bed, sat down, and looked around the room.

It's very clean and tidy, as if someone has lived here all the time. There are photos on the desk, and she is smiling brightly.

"Hey! What is this?"

Yan Qianxi saw a large box under the desk, which was sealed. She dragged it out, tore off the seal, unwrapped the tape, and opened it hesitantly. What would be inside?

It was like history repeating itself, and what attracted her most was the diary, which seemed to have been dusty for a long time...

"Am I an illegitimate daughter? It's ridiculous. It turns out that this is the truth. How did I come here with the cheek after so many years?"

"Today, I got married. For my mother, I don't know if I like him, but now, I don't seem to have any choice."

……

Yan Qianxi flipped through the pages, and the diary stayed on the day of the wedding, and didn't mention it after that. Apart from doubts about her own identity, it was more about the entanglement with Yue Linlan.

But, didn't Yue Linlan say that they love each other?But why, this diary, in her eyes, is full of unpleasant things. The Yue Linlan in this diary is not the gentle person she is now.

Full of overbearing and unreasonable words.

Some fragments flashed before his eyes again, as if they were fleeting, Yan Qianxi tried hard to remember them, but the more he thought about them, the more he couldn't figure it out.

"I don't want to marry you!"

"For your mother, you must marry me. Now only I can save you. Your identity will be suspected by everyone. Do you want Yan's enterprise to be completely in your hands?"

"Don't say any more!"

"Just think about it, it won't do you any harm at all!"

Scenes of quarrels, various scenes of quarrels, like a movie, appeared in front of his eyes one after another, no matter how close his eyes were, Yan Qianxi couldn't escape, these pictures.

Shock, reality, dreams, that deep seabed...

Which one is the real one? Yan Qianxi was holding the diary, her eyes had been blurred by tears at some point, what was going on?What is the relationship between Yue Linlan and her?
"Asahi, what's wrong with you?"

Song Xianya came to see Yan Qianxi, only to find that she was in a daze, as if she had lost her soul, and fell to the ground. She rushed over, hugged her tightly, and kept patting her cheeks. Back, his eyes full of worry.

"What is the relationship between Yue Linlan and me? Are we really in love?" Yan Qianxi's words were devoid of emotion, pale and weak.

"you……"

"During this time, what have I been through, and who can I trust?"

"Qianxi, mom is here, mom is always here!"

"Can I trust you?"

Song Xianya's eyes were wet, turning over the past story, wanting to uncover it again, is easier said than done.

The good days have come, but the scars that have healed have to be uncovered again, and the wounds that have become bloody again, how to heal them!

Song Xianya loves her daughter dearly, but she has to walk this road again, perhaps, this time, it will be more painful.

When Yan Tuo saw Yan Qianxi coming down the stairs, his eyes were red, while Song Xianya was worried. No matter how smart he was at such a young age, he didn't understand Yan Qianxi's feelings.

In the eyes of children, if they like him, they want to stay with him all the time, and if they don't like them, they don't want to see him again. However, Yan Qianxi always seems to like his father, but always likes to push him away.

Yan Qianxi looked at Yan Tuo staring at her eyes, smiled awkwardly, didn't know how to explain, he wouldn't understand anything I told him!
After eating a meal at Song Xianya's house, the atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange, everyone just lowered their heads and put the food in their mouths, the air seemed to condense, and there was a burst of depression.

"I want to go out for a walk, and I'll pick up Xiaotuo and Aixi later, is that okay?"

"Asahi..."

"I think I'll be alone for a while."

"Hey! Don't think too much. Things are not what you think. You have suffered a lot these years, but everything is over. I don't want you to suffer such things."

"But aren't these all facts?"

"Yes."

"I want to think on my own."

Yan Qianxi put down the bowl and chopsticks, pushed away the chair, put on his coat, and closed the door.

Song Xianya silently put down her chopsticks. This table is her favorite food. If she is told about the child, Song Xianya doesn't know what she will do?
I really don't know what else I can do to alleviate the struggle in Yan Qianxi's heart.

(End of this chapter)