Chapter 346: In the Next Life, Don't Meet You Again

Song Anya stared at her with serious eyes, her plain features looking somewhat dull, "Where is his grave?"
Xing Yao frowned, "Yaya..."
The woman persisted and asked, "Where?"
She looked at Song Anya's dazed eyes with a hint of emotion, finally stood up and picked up her phone to search through the contacts.
"Eat well and I will take you there after you recover."
Little did I know that the woman jumped straight down from the balcony and walked towards the direction of the door without stopping. Xing Yao quickly stopped her and brought her back.
"What are you doing?"
Song Anya stared at her without blinking, "Let's go now."
Originally, Xing Yao only intended to finish her meal first, but when she met the woman's serious and devout gaze, she unconsciously nodded her head.
"Okay."
She picked up her phone and said, "You eat first, I'll call the driver."
Song Anya calmed down and was helped to sit on the sofa, sitting there like a child, waiting for the driver to arrive. She even ate half a bowl of porridge.
The driver arrived half an hour later.
Xing Yao also knew that she couldn't hide this matter for long, so she immediately sent a message to He Chen and took the tightly guarded woman out of the house and got into the car.
The vehicle rushed on the road and finally stopped at He's house.
Xing Yao put out the fire and glanced in the direction of a nearby villa, then closed her eyes.
"Go ahead."
Her voice was a little hoarse, "I only know that the cemetery is in Nanwan, but it has been sealed off for four years and no one can enter," she paused, "He Chen may have a way."
The woman in the passenger seat glanced at her, then opened the door and got out of the car.
"Yaya."
She looked at Song Anya's overly clean face through the car window, and after a while, she softly spoke a sentence, "Promise me, live well."
“你还有安安。”
宋安雅视线跟她撞在一起，然后点头。
"Okay."
邢瑶眸色瞬间愣住。
现在不过刚刚入秋，路边枯黄的树叶却像是彰显着生命的陨落和消失，连带着几乎和穿着黄色大衣的女人融为一体。
Chen Chen stood by the window, her eyes suddenly deepened.
Just at that moment, a knocking sound came from outside the bedroom door, accompanied by the butler's announcement, "Sir, Miss Fu has arrived."
He extinguished the cigarette without any expression on his face.
"Gone."
"But..." The butler instinctively glanced in the direction of the downstairs, furrowing his brow slightly, "The people downstairs have already let someone in."
Hecun, "..."
He turned and glanced at the butler, "Is it necessary for me to teach you such a simple thing as kicking him out?"
"No need to kick him out, I'll just ask a question and leave." A quiet villa suddenly echoed with a woman's low, slow voice, hoarse and obscure.
Song Anya walked up the stairs directly.
She asked, "Where is his grave now?"
Heh.
He Chen smirked disdainfully and said, "When someone dies, you suddenly remember to find their tombstone," he stared at her dark eyes, "Why? Do latecomers like to belittle even grass? Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth?"
Song Anya's hand by her side, the joints have turned pale.
Yet her lips remained pale, as she repeated in silence, "Where is it?"
He Chen lowered his gaze and looked at the woman on the verge of breaking down emotionally, and a layer of subtle gloom suddenly appeared in his previously calm eyes.
Coldly said, "See the guest off."
"He Chen!"
Song Anya watched his figure as he turned and walked back into the bedroom, and immediately shouted anxiously, almost tripping on the carpet and almost falling down.
She moved her lips and looked up at him, "I beg you, tell me where he is."
That sentence is an affirmative sentence.
Hecun stopped and looked at her, and at the same time, his lips uttered two words, "Nanwan."
She paused for a moment, "What?"
"Weren't you asking about his grave?" He Chen calmly adjusted his sleeves and continued, "It's behind the cabin on South Bay Hill."
The atmosphere fell silent for two seconds.
Song Anya almost couldn't control her footsteps and hurriedly ran towards the direction of the door. However, just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was stopped by the voice of the man behind her.
"Wait a moment."
He stared at her before following her down the stairs. "I'll go with you," he said.
Song Anya watched as he brushed past her.
The black Maserati emerged from the garage, the engine already running, but before setting off, He Chen clearly hesitated for a moment.
"Fu Anya."
"I want to know why?" He frowned and looked at the steering wheel.
Song Anya sat in the passenger seat and subconsciously turned her gaze to him.
What?
"You already had Anan six years ago, why did you choose to leave?" He stared at her, his voice filled with emotion, "Was it because of Fu An Nian? Did he force you?"
Otherwise, under the circumstances back then, it wouldn't have been six years in just one hour.
阴阳相隔。
宋安雅下意识的垂下了眼睑，连带着嗓音都带着几分氤氲的沙哑，“我不知道事情会发展成这个样子，不然的话，无论如何我都不会离开他。”
"Is it useful to talk about this now?"
"He's already dead," He Chen sneered.
The fact that a person cannot come back to life is perhaps the most realistic and insurmountable phenomenon in the world, which cannot be resolved by any means.
"I didn't know I was pregnant at that time."
With a tense voice, Song Anya said, "Fu An Nian used Pei Shao An's safety as leverage, and in addition, since I only had three months to live back then, I agreed to make this deal with Fu An Nian."
She closed her eyes, her knuckles turning white.
"Anan being born was an accident."
It really was an accident.
But when you think about it, it's really ironic.
He never knew everything she had done before he died.
So far, no one in this world, except for Duan Yan, will ever know how difficult the decision she made was, nor will anyone know her secrets and past.
But but.
Duan Yan is already dead.
Those unbearable nights of pain, every twitching nerve, the dense needle holes on the arm, the sourness when the medication was injected.
No one knows.
No one will believe it either.
Fu An Nian had long sealed off all the information, and even before his death, he made a move to hide this secret completely.
The purpose is to never look back.
Even if time moves forward just a little bit, even if she knows even a tiny bit of news, she would rush back without hesitation, but she didn't.
She knew nothing when he died.
Heh.
He Chen withdrew his gaze and immediately sneered, starting the car, "You can go to his grave and say all these things yourself."
Song Anya sat in place, and her eyes became moist in an instant.
Her emotions had undergone earth-shattering changes in these days, so she could calmly listen to his sarcasm and mockery at this moment.
When the vehicle arrived at Nanwan, the sky suddenly darkened.
Aunt Li, who had just arrived at the door, immediately dropped her belongings in enthusiasm. However, when she looked at Anya's face, she froze completely.
"Are you the girl that Mr. Pei likes?"
"She is not."
Hearing He Chen's voice coming directly from the door, he also waved his hand towards Aunt Li beside him. "Alright, Aunt Li, let her in."
Aunt Li subconsciously let go of her hand.
She glanced at the woman and asked, "Do you need me to cook?"
"No need."
While loosening his tie, He Chen suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, Aunt Li, can you bring me the red string that Pei Shaoan left here before?"
Aunt Li ordered to do as she said.
In the backyard, there are densely packed sunflowers, and each one is flourishing, especially in such an environment. The color is like a golden sea.
裴少安的墓碑就落在那里。
在重重花海里面，被茂盛的向日葵包裹着。
碑上是他的照片和平常衣冠冢的题字，连带着还有旁边斜长过来的一直向日葵横插在照片前面。
Song Anya stood still, her body almost stiff.
"What's going on?"
A voice suddenly came from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer.
Song Anya's knuckles hanging at her side forcefully sank into her palm, oozing sticky blood, but she remained completely unaware.
Just said,"Has he said anything?"
He Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at the name on that monument,"What do you want to ask?"
There was silence around for several seconds.
"Me," Song Anya lifted her face and stared at him without blinking, "Did he mention me?"
Locked in a gaze, there was more of a probing nature.
"No."
He Chen calmly twirled the red string in his hand, "At that time, he was already struggling to breathe. If he kept yearning for a carefree woman, wouldn't he be restless even in the afterlife?"
Song Anya's face turned pale in an instant.
He Chen glanced at her and noticed her expression, "But it seems like he said something."
What?
"He said," he hesitated for a while, then leaned in close to her ear and began his final verdict, "In the next life, I don't want to meet you again."
宋安雅下意识的想要后退，可是脚底却像是灌了铅，无法移动分毫。
Even her breathing started to become erratic.
He Chen stopped playing with the red string and spread it out in front of the woman. He calmly said, "This is something he entrusted to me before he died."
The red string was given to him by her.
"He said if I ever had the chance, I should return it to you," the man glanced at her disdainfully, "because he doesn't want to carry anything related to you into the grave."
Song Anya held the red string in her hand, her body almost stiff.
She wanted to cry, but there were no tears.
The man's features in the black and white photo were still handsome as ever, with a defined jawline, and even his deep eyes carried a gentle and reserved smile.
However, Song Anya knew.
She would never see that smile again.
Linglong dice Anhongdou, only dice, no red beans.
She stood there alone for a long time, so long that her legs were numb, and then she trembled and carefully touched the man's face in the photo with her fingers, murmuring to herself.
"Pei Shaoan, you really are capable."
"There are a million ways to hate someone in this world, but he chooses the most mutually tormenting option, and even ends up hurting himself more."
Because he hated her so much that he didn't even spare himself.
The sunflowers in the yard are blooming vigorously, and even the rustling sound of something returning can be heard when the breeze blows, as if it is the sound of something coming back.
When Song Anya returned to the cottage, it was already afternoon.
He Chen sat on the sofa smoking.
Not far away, Auntie Li came out of the kitchen and saw her return. She walked directly towards her with a small iron box in her hand, "Madam, these are all the things that Reality left behind and have never been used."
Song Anya subconsciously looked up at her.
"What...what do you call me?"
"Madam," Aunt Li, unaware of the complexities of love, spoke based on her own observations. "When Mr. was still alive, he always carried a small red string in his hand, saying it was a precious gift from you."
It was obvious that she noticed the red rope on Song Anya's wrist.
"Is that so?"
Song Anya lowered her eyes and looked at the red rope on her wrist, raising her hand to touch it. Her voice became hoarse as she asked, "What else did he say?"
Aunt Li pondered for a while.
"There was nothing else said, " she shook her head, "but I took care of Mr. for over a year and never saw him smile, even on the day he left, it seemed...there was regret..."
There is regret.
Is it because of hating her, even in the last period of time, unwilling to let go?
Song Anya raised her eyes to look at Aunt Li and asked, "What is her wish?"
"I am not very sure about that," Aunt Li said, "But Secretary Hu has been with Mr. for many years. He happened to be upstairs organizing Mr.'s belongings today," paused, "Shall I call him down so that you can ask him in person?"
You can still hear the faint sound of cleaning upstairs.
"I'll go by myself."
Song Anya glanced at the upstairs and walked straight towards it with a pale expression. Finally, she stopped at the entrance of the study and symbolically knocked on the door.
A woman's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Secretary Hu had just finished organizing his things into a small square box. When he heard footsteps, he instinctively turned around, but when he saw Song Anya, he was so scared that he couldn't make a sound.
"Fu...Madam..."
The books in her hand fell to the ground, "You... why are you here?"
Song Anya bent down to pick up the book she dropped on the ground, and placed it directly into the small square box next to her, "Why? Can't I come over?"
Hu Secretary stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"N...n...not..."
"What is that?"
宋安雅挑眉的同时视线落在了那个小方盒子里，问，“你在找什么？”
胡秘书愣了一下，答，“再过一个多月就是先生四年的忌日，老爷子让我过来将先生的东西都收拾一下，说是以免裴老太太来了之后睹物思人。”
睹物思人……
的确是应该睹物思人。
宋安雅看着小方盒子里都是男人平常用的东西，当下就转身靠在了桌沿，抬眸看着身侧的女人，“介意跟我谈谈吗？”
胡秘书怎么说也是见过大场面的。
"About what?"
宋安雅那双让人心悸的眸一瞬不瞬的盯着她，开口道，“裴少安。”
她直接就睁大了双眸，“可是先生在四年前就已经……”
“我知道，”女人半弯着腰朝着她这边靠近，柔顺的眉眼温和而安静，“我只是想知道，我不在的那段时间里，都发生了什么？”