Of course, Ji Mushan must admit that President Cheng did have a charming personality. Last time, the two of them only chatted for a while, and she almost made him her friend.

Ji Mushan would never admit that he was jealous of Cheng Liu.

He was more willing to think that he must have misunderstood something last night, so he rushed here early this morning to clarify matters.

“There’s nothing big going on in the company today,” Cheng Liu didn’t say that she skipped work. She had to leave a good impression on Ji Mushan.

“I heard from Director Li before that President Cheng didn’t often stay in this villa, but we happened to meet each other here twice now.” Ji Mushan’s words seemed casual, “It’s quite a coincidence.”

How could it be a coincidence? She lived here every day ah!

Cheng Liu felt this way in her heart, but she nevertheless said righteously to his face, “President Ji, I don’t think it’s a coincidence: this is probably our fate.”  It’s fated that we would become one family in the future.

Ji Mushan smiled but questioned, “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Cheng Liu nodded solemnly.

“President Cheng invited his former neighbors to have dinner last night?” Ji Mushan pretended to ask casually and added, “A new house indeed needs a house warming. Chaozhou doesn’t have many friends, so he wouldn’t invite anyone to come.”

“Previous neighbors? The entire floor where I used to live belongs to me; I had no neighbors,” Cheng Liu said, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “It doesn’t matter if Chaozhou has no friends—I, too, have no friends! We can warm each other’s houses! We’re all neighbors after all.”

This was a really good reason!

Young President Cheng found another good reason to get along with her future boyfriend.

Ji Mushan: “…”

Cheng Liu had no friends—this was probably the funniest joke he has heard this year.

But…

“Did you really cook with Chaozhou last night?” Ji Mushan asked in disbelief.

This was the matter he originally wanted to ask about.

A deep emotion flashed in Cheng Liu’s eyes for the briefest of moments, but the smile on her face remained the same, and she replied with a hint of pride, “Chaozhou’s cooking is delicious.”

She took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, and showed it to Ji Mushan next to her. “He made this. These two, I fried myself, but he added the seasoning.”

The expression on Ji Mushan’s face changed several times, and finally the vertical lines on his stern face relaxed slightly, and he looked at Cheng Liu. “President Cheng and Chaozhou get along very well, he… rarely communicates with outsiders.”

Cheng Liu did have something; she was actually able to get close to Chaozhou. She was someone who could chat with a stone after all.

“You…” Ji Mushan was silent for a long time, then he said to Cheng Liu, “If Chaozhou needs anything, you can tell me.”

“You should ask him yourself what he needs.” Cheng Liu put away his phone.

Ji Mushan looked up at the closed door and asked after a moment, “He hasn’t gotten up yet?”

“Gotten up. He seems to have something to do today. He left not long ago,” Cheng Liu explained.

“Going to Ranshan?” Ji Mushan regretted not coming earlier. Perhaps he could have met his son.

Cheng Liu thought back to what Ji Chaozhou was wearing today and the bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Probably going to meet someone.”

“Meeting someone?” Ji Mushan was stunned, and then said in a very low voice, “This…”

The voice was so low that it almost disappeared in the wind, and one wouldn’t hear it clearly if one didn’t listen carefully.

Cheng Liu’s eyes stopped on Ji Mushan’s face for a few moments, then quickly looked away, her expression the same as usual.

She had thought Ji Chaozhou was going to visit Aunt Yun. 

“I still have something to do in the company, so I’ll leave first.” Ji Mushan nodded to Cheng Liu and then said, “You… don’t need to tell him I’ve been here.”

Cheng Liu put her hands in the front pockets of her sweatshirt, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said nothing.

Ji Mushan had already turned around and got in the car to leave.

Cheng Liu stood there and watched the car disappear on the road. After a long time, she opened the map on her phone and searched for something. Several results instantly popped up on the screen.

She stepped back, scanned through all the results, read the information clearly, and finally turned around to go to the garage.

Cheng Liu put her phone on the car’s holder, clicked on the map, and selected one of the destinations.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

More than forty minutes later, Cheng Liu parked the car near a cemetery in S city.

This cemetery was well-managed and the cost was relatively high. It was half an hour’s drive from Wenxing District where the fire broke out before.

She didn’t go in, sitting quietly in the driver’s seat with her hand against the window, feeling a little uneasy.

Cheng Liu wondered whether Chaozhou would be angry if he saw her, but she stayed anyway.

A lot of information about Ji Mushan from more than 20 years ago could be found on the Internet, but there was barely any news about him later, and it could all be summarized in a few sentences.

Cheng Liu saw the sentence ‘His wife died early.’

As for Ji Chaozhou’s information, she could not find any at all, so she did not bother to check any further.

The Qingming Festival was on the 5th, and many people had gone to the cemetery to pay their respects, but today was already the 12th, and not many people entered the cemetery.

Cheng Liu sat in the car, watching people enter one after another, but she didn’t see Ji Chaozhou at all.

But she still sat there, waiting.

Cheng Liu never doubted herself: Ji Chaozhou must be inside.

The afternoon sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and the sky became overcast.

It was going to rain.

Cheng Liu frowned and looked outside the car. She was silent for a moment. Then she reached for a black umbrella from the side and got out of the car.

She walked into the cemetery, her pace not very quick.

Some people came hurriedly from inside, but Cheng Liu never saw that familiar figure.

The sky was completely overcast by now, dark clouds were still rolling in, and a storm was coming.

Cheng Liu quickened her pace and walked into the cemetery.

In front of the rows of black gravestones were various flowers that were about to wither and a scattering of fresh ones among them.

Cheng Liu continued to walk farther in, looking around, and finally saw a familiar person next to a gravestone by a corner.

He was kneeling down next to the gravestone, leaning his head against it. The bright bouquet of flowers from the morning had been placed in front of the gravestone, beside two other bouquets of already dried flowers.

Cheng Liu stopped and looked at the decadent and gorgeous young man beside the gravestone.

He knelt there with his entire body bowed, as if he had lost all his vitality and was about to become one with the black gravestone, blocking everything else around him.

As if a pair of invisible hands were pulling him down to fall into the abyss.

“Pop pop pop——”

The rain finally started falling, hitting the stones drop by drop.

Cheng Liu blinked, her eyelashes fanning her cheeks. She looked away, opened the black umbrella, and walked towards the young man.

If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 36 — Day 12 (Good Night)
Chapter 37.1 — Day 12 (Swimming Pool)
Chapter 37.2 — Day 12 (Swimming Pool)