Secret Marriage: Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student

No. How was that possible?

Xie Xuning’s heart was beating wildly. If Linlang was still alive all these years, then why had she not come to him?

Was it really possible that she was still alive?

Even if there was only a little chance that she might still be…

Only a little bit… He…

Xie Xuning’s heart was full of passion.

He took the soonest flight back to the imperial capital. As soon as he left the imperial capital’s airport, he took a taxi to the cemetery.

He went to the cemetery empty-handed.

The roses offered by Xie Xinghe not long ago had withered in front of the tombstone.

Xie Xuning carefully put away the roses and gently stroked the words on the tombstone with his fingers.

The tomb of his deceased wife Ye Linlang…

By husband Xie Xuning.

Xie Xuning took a deep breath and walked around. He then opened the marble cover behind the tombstone.

From the tomb, he carefully took out a white ceramic urn.

His tears fell on the urn.

Xie Xuning restored the marble cover and took the urn carefully. Then, he left and went directly to the Qie family’s house.

“Qie Wang, can you check for me whether there are human ashes in it?”

As soon as Qie Wang saw this ceramic urn, he knew whose ashes were in it.

Back then, he accompanied him as he moved the tomb.

“Ah-ning, why did you bring your wife’s ashes to my house?”

Xie Xuning sat on the sofa, and he answered softly, “Qie Wang, do you think Linlang is really dead?”

“That’s nonsense. Her ashes are all here!” Qie Wang replied, surprised.

Then he walked towards Xie Xuning, stretched out his hand, and touched Xie Xuning’s forehead.

His forehead was slightly cold.

“Ah-ning, your wife has been dead for more than 10 years. Why can’t you get over it? Ah-ning, don’t be too preoccupied with the dead and look at the people around you. Zhiwei has been waiting for you for so many years. If you two get married now, Zhiwei can still give you a son.”

Qie Wang’s words caused Ye Tianxin’s face to appear in Xie Xuning’s mind.

If he had a daughter, he should be like Ye Tianxin, right?

“Qie Wang, if I wanted to marry Zhiwei, I wouldn’t have backed out a long time ago.” Xie Xuning sighed. “I have told her countless times over the years that I won’t remarry. I only want to be married to Linlang. She doesn’t listen, so what can I do?”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Qie Wang looked at Xie Xuning with pity. “Even if you don’t marry Zhiwei, do away with thoughts that your wife isn’t dead yet. Ah-ning, think about it. If your wife isn’t dead, these last few years, you have become so famous and have been on TV countless times, so how could she not know? And consider this, it’s entirely possible that she is already married to another man…”

“Qie Wang, you don’t know Linlang. She won’t marry another man.”

Xie Xuning rubbed his hair gloomily.

“I went to the places we used to visit. No matter where I went, my heart ached so much that I could barely breathe. When I passed by a fortune-telling booth before returning this morning, the fortune teller said that people needed to be seen as proof of their existence as well as corpses as proof of their demise. Qie Wang, when I came back, there were only her ashes! I…”

Qie Wang took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Xie Xuning, you’re really crazy. Do you believe those who set up fortune-telling stalls? Even three-year-old kids know that those people are liars.”

Looking at Qie Wang, Xie Xuning’s eyes reddened. “What if?”

“You lunatic!” Qie Wang put out his cigarette, annoyed. “Okay, put that thing here. I will find time to test it for you.”