Pregnant wife ran away with ball, CEO chased her to the crematorium

Zhou Ye drove Shen Wenyao away from his residence.

Only then did Shen Wenyao realize that the place Zhou Ye brought him to was deserted except for this small house. It was so remote that there were no street lights.

"Xiaoye, why do you have a house here?"

"It's quiet here, which is nice."

"Quiet is quiet, but this place is out of the way. Did you live here before?"

"Daddy, this is where I come to live occasionally when I want to relax. And there is a car, so it's convenient to go anywhere."

It had been driving for about 10 minutes, but Shen Wenyao still saw no other residents through the car window.

He felt a dead silence.

Later, the car stopped.

There are lights here, but they don't look like public street lights.

"Daddy, get out of the car, my mother is standing in front."

Shen Wenyao got out of the car, and the two of them walked along a path in front of them, holding flowers.

Shen Wenyao looked around, feeling a bit depressed as the dark cold wind blew by.

After walking for a few minutes, the two stopped in front of a tombstone.

This tombstone is very crudely built, with crooked fonts and a circle of lights surrounding it, but there are no tombs around it. There is only this tomb here.

There are weeds everywhere.

This place is not like a uniformly divided cemetery, specially used for the creation of people.

"Godfather, my mother is buried here."

Zhou Ye was about to place flowers in front of the tombstone, "Mom, I'm here to see you. Sorry, I came a little late today because I was delayed by something. I also brought a friend here."

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked at Shen Wenyao, "Godfather, come here and meet my mother."

Shen Wenyao was a little flustered. When he saw the desolate tombstone in front of him, his heart seemed to be blocked by something. He felt very uncomfortable and breathless. He put down the flowers.

I saw the word "Zhou Yun" on the tombstone, and there was a line of small words next to it: Dutiful son Zhou Yeli.

"Godfather, what's wrong? Why don't you speak?"

"Xiaoye, why is your mother here?"

"It's nice here. It's very quiet. My mother also likes quiet. She would definitely not like it if she was buried in one of those public cemeteries."

"Can this place be used for burial?"

"Why not?" Zhou Ye said: "This place belongs to me. I have bought this land. I can bury whoever I want. Godfather, when you die in the future, I can also bury you." Here, with my mother.”

"What?" Shen Wenyao was shocked, "You kid, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Ye lowered his head in despair, "Godfather, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back my words. Maybe it's because I feel very sad every time on the anniversary of my mother's death."

Zhou Ye knelt on the ground and reached out to gently touch the tombstone.

"Dad, do you know? When my mother died, she was as thin as a handful of bones. Her illness tortured her. No matter how many painkillers she took, it was of no use. The only person she couldn't worry about was me. She was still worried the day she died. Me, because I’m covered in wounds.”

Shen Wenyao listened, his heart trembling, "Why are there injuries all over the body? What happened?"

"Those bad kids always bullied me because I didn't have a father, and my mother was sick, so they didn't have to pay any price for bullying me, and no one came to settle the score with them. Usually when I get hurt, I avoid my mother, but that day , because my mother was dying, and I could only hold her and beg her not to die. She saw that I was hurt, and she was still crying before she died."

Zhou Ye looked at the tombstone with tears in his eyes, "Mom, look how good I look now. No one will bully me anymore, so don't worry about me anymore."