The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Nalan Chunbo took Wen Shan to the tombstone. Ye Di’s grave was clean because Nalan Jing often came to visit it. His mother’s favorite peonies were placed in front of the tombstone. Nalan Jing usually had them imported from China at a high price. Judging by their freshness, he probably had just left.

The girl in the photo looked about fourteen with a gentle smile and bright eyes.

“What a pretty little girl,” Wen Shan could not help but whisper.

“She’s my mother,” Nalan Chunbo explained, crouching down to reach for the picture on the tombstone.

Wen Shan was silent.

Wen Shan studied the little girl in the picture and smiled slightly. “Auntie looks so young.”

“My mother was fifteen when she died,” Nalan Chunbo said bluntly.

Wen Shan blinked, cheeks reddening.

She shouldn’t have mentioned it.

Nalan Chunbo looked back at the flustered Wen Shan. “Don’t feel embarrassed. I also couldn’t accept it at first, so…”

Wen Shan was stunned. She looked at Nalan Chunbo imploringly.

Nalan Chunbo wanted to tell her everything. He had already brought her here, so he wouldn’t hide anything from Wen Shan.

Nalan Chunbo spoke like he was telling someone else’s story. His voice was elegant and soothing, as if Wen Shan was a baby who was about to fall asleep.

Just like a baby, the person who was crying in the end was Wen Shan.

She had always said she loved him but she did not know that he became crazy that day because he had suffered such a tragedy.

He had said that she did not understand him.

She replied that she knew him. She knew what he liked to eat and use. She knew a lot about him.

But she did not know what he was most afraid of.

Wen Shan suddenly hugged Nalan Chunbo and mumbled, “You are not dirty. You have the best mother in the world. A mother who is greater than any mother.”

Nalan Chunbo reached out and hugged her small body. “If I could control myself at that time, maybe I wouldn’t have hurt you,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss the scar on her neck.

Wen Shan shuddered unconsciously. Her legs became wobbly so she held onto his neck tightly.

“If you could be sensible in that situation, then you wouldn’t be human. People who are too sensible are terrifying,” Wen Shan said and let go of his neck. She stopped tip-toeing and tilted her head to look up at Nalan Chunbo.

Nalan Chunbo was also looking at her. He finally took her hand and faced the girl on the tombstone.

“Mother, this is Wen Shan. She is a kind girl like you,” Nalan Chunbo said, then glanced at Wen Shan.

Wen Shan was blushing, but she still looked at the picture on the tombstone. She stood straight and said seriously, “Auntie, I’m Wen Shan. You can rest assured that I will take good care of Papa Nalan. I will surely take care of him well.”

Nalan Chunbo looked at the serious Wen Shan and squeezed her hand affectionately.

Wen Shan bowed to the tombstone after she finished speaking, then looked at Nalan Chunbo.

Nalan Chunbo raised his hand and caressed her head, then stood in front of the tombstone for a while before leaving the place with Wen Shan.

Wen Shan felt something was wrong as they were going down the stairs. Something was off about the date on Auntie’s tombstone.