The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

The grave was the same as before, but in front of the grave, there were already two bunches of flowers, yellow and white chrysanthemums, together with two seemingly burnt incense.

It seemed that someone had just come to pay tribute half an hour ago.

Ye Hao raised his eyebrows a little and looked at He Xiyan, asking her.

“Had your relatives just come here?”

He Xiyan shook her head in confusion.

“No,” she answered almost in absolute certainty.

Her parents had passed away for so many years. None would come here to pay tribute except her, which was the same case over previous years. Besides, had her uncles come, they would not have bought bunches of chrysanthemums like this in the flower shop.

According to their local customs, on the Tomb-sweeping Festival, they should bring with them alcohol, dishes, fruit and firecrackers to pay tribute to the deceased. In addition, they would burn some paper money and put a string of paper flowers on the top of the grave to indicate that someone had come.

The custom of sending flowers and burning long incense was barely seen in the whole Xiang Province. This was a popular way of paying tribute in many big cities recently. For example, in some cemeteries of Ye City, many people could be seen holding bunches of chrysanthemums on Tomb-sweeping Day. Like Ye Hao, he first went to the flower shop and bought two bunches of chrysanthemums, because it seemed to him that these were a kind of must-buy sacrificial offerings.

Was it him?

He Xiyan suddenly opened her eyes wide. As if knowing who it was, she suddenly turned her head around, looking for that figure.

However, she did not see him. Some other people on the hill were simply some local people.

But how would he come? He Xiyan felt very surprised that although they had been married for three years, he had never been to her hometown before. Maybe he did not even know the accurate name of the place.

How could he know where her parents’ grave was?

Just as He Xiyan felt surprised, in a field about several hundred meters away from here, Mo Yixuan looked at the hill with a pair of binoculars and beheld all their actions in eyes.

He sat on the ridge, eyes fixed on what had happened on the hill as if locked.

He was led onto the hill by a child more than ten minutes ago. For the first time, he came to pay tribute to his former father-in-law and mother-in-law. He even saw them clearly through photographs for the first time. In front of the grave, he only said a few words to the two deceased old people.

—- Sorry, I didn’t take care of their daughter.

Then he left, because he could not face some things occurring to him. During their three-year marriage, they had experienced this festival three times. Every time she asked him if he could accompany her back to her hometown and pay tribute to her parents, he would say that he was busy with something else and would not come with her. Actually, he was not that busy, simply thinking this kind of nothingness was not important at all.

He felt that Ye City was so far away from here that she did not even need to come back every year to pay tribute.

So every time she went back herself. He then would choose to work overtime or check work on sites.

At that time, it seemed to him that work was more important than anything else.

So even by the time they divorced, he still didn’t know where she was born, where she grew up, and where the girl he married came from.

It must be very important for her to go home to pay tribute to her parents. Otherwise, she would not return to her hometown even during pregnancy.

But that man did do a better job than he did. He accompanied her in person instead of finding different excuses for unwillingness.

The little boy who took him to the hill suddenly ran over, a string of things in hand.