Rebirth: CEO's Sweetheart Reaches the Life Pinnacle!-Chapter 85 - 82 The First Anniversary of the Death

Li Si and Leng Mochen returned to North City, while Jiang Feng continued to search for Tian Yaruo’s whereabouts. The only clue they had now was the address she had filled out when registering during her school days.

But what has changed over the past twenty years? Where could she have moved to?

Beijing, Yin Family.

Yin Xian was startled awake early in the morning by Ye Duowei’s knocking on the door. Resigned, he sat up in bed. Why couldn’t he just get a good rest and catch up on sleep? Lately, he’d been running around with Jia Yuejing for their newly established company, and his legs felt like they were about to fall off! Now that he was finally back in Beijing, Ye Duowei still wouldn’t let him off!

"Brother Xian, get up already! The sun’s out! Didn’t we agree you’d accompany me to my aunt’s birthday banquet today?" Ye Duowei pouted, speaking with slight grievance.

Since returning to the country this time, she noticed that Yin Xian had changed quite a bit. He was no longer the indulgent, gentle, and considerate Brother Xian from before. Instead, he seemed to have grown distant, and an impatient expression now often lingered on his face whenever he looked at her!

"Weiwei, I’m really exhausted! Please, just go on your own today, okay? All I want right now is to sleep!" Frustrated, Yin Xian raked his fingers through his hair. His bad mood from waking up combined with the annoyance of her constant clinging while they were in North City erupted all at once.

"Brother Xian, do you really dislike me that much? Mom asked me to come wake you up. If you truly don’t like me anymore, I’ll leave, alright?" Ye Duowei said tearfully, her eyes shimmering as if ready to shed tears at any moment.

Yin Xian couldn’t bear to see her cry and could only vent his frustration inwardly. He rolled out of bed. "Alright, alright, I was wrong. Is that good enough for you? Go downstairs and wait for me—I’ll come down after I shower!" With that, he entered the bathroom and shut the door.

Ye Duowei’s face blossomed into a victorious smile. Brother Xian, you belong only to me! No matter how coldly you treat me now, in the end, you’ll still marry me!

She didn’t head downstairs immediately. Instead, taking advantage of Yin Xian’s absence, she began carefully inspecting his room. In the past, before going abroad—back when the two hadn’t yet parted ways because of that incident—she knew Yin Xian’s room like the back of her hand. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

This place held countless memories. During her years abroad, in the quiet of the night, she would often dream of the times they had spent together, playing around in this room.

But after being away for several years, people and events had changed; even the room’s layout was vastly different now. She tiptoed over to the desk, lightly tracing the edges of the professional books, her lips curling into a small smile.

Here was where Brother Xian used to study. She casually picked up a slightly worn book, titled *Modern Architecture*, and flipped it open. Suddenly, tucked within the pages, a photograph emerged, capturing her full attention.

"Huh? Whose old photo is this? Why is it of a little girl wearing crotchless pants?" Ye Duowei muttered in confusion, studying the photo intently. Despite its jagged edges, faded black-and-white pixels, and yellowed surface, she couldn’t discern who this little girl was.

She examined it for a while longer but was startled by the sound of the door opening. In a panic, she hurriedly put the photo and book back in place, then turned and feigned an innocent, shy expression.

Yin Xian emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist, vigorously drying his wet hair with another towel. Seeing Ye Duowei still there made his expression darken slightly.

"Weiwei, why are you still here? Didn’t I ask you to wait downstairs? What if I came out wearing nothing? Have you grown more open-minded during your years abroad?" Yin Xian snapped unhappily.

"Brother Xian, I’ll head down right now!" Ye Duowei’s cheeks flushed crimson as she hurried downstairs.

On the sofa sat Mrs. Yin, who nodded in approval at her, her demeanor content. "Weiwei, I asked you to fetch Xiao Xian. Why did it take you so long? And why is your face so red? Could it be...?"

"Oh, mommy! Even you are teasing me! If you keep this up, I’m not talking to you anymore!" Ye Duowei pouted playfully, nestling against Mrs. Yin while acting coy.

"Alright, alright, I won’t say anymore. By the way, Weiwei, how has Kesong been lately? Your aunt’s son from the Yan Family?"

Mrs. Yin asked with concern. Ye Duowei’s aunt had married the eldest son of the Yan Family—a union once celebrated as a match made in heaven. Who could’ve predicted that their son, Yan Kesong, would be frail and sickly from childhood, a frequent visitor to the hospital?

She had seen the boy once. He looked quite handsome but had an unnaturally pale complexion—clearly the face of an unhealthy child.

Ye Duowei’s expression took on a hint of worry. "It’s the same as always. The family has searched high and low for matching donors, but none have been successful. If only my bone marrow were compatible—it would be such a blessing. Mama, why do you think my aunt has been so unlucky?"

Li Si’s father, Li Guoqiang, had passed away a year ago. It was a rainy day, with a light drizzle falling continuously since dawn. The air was filled with the fresh scent of rain as Leng Mochen accompanied Li Si to the cemetery early in the morning.

Under the drizzling rain, Li Si carefully wiped clean the tombstone, arranged the offerings, and gazed at the eternally smiling image of her father. Memories of their moments together flooded her mind as tears streamed down her face.

"Dad, do you know how happy I was when I found out you’re my real father? But just recently, during Grandma’s birthday banquet, when she revealed I was adopted, I felt like my entire world collapsed..."

Her only response was the falling rain and the faint breeze that brushed past her. Li Guoqiang’s smile remained unchanged.

"Dad, I finally know what Mom looks like, but why didn’t you ever tell me? I want to find her, see if she’s doing well now. And Dad, you’re gone now. Grandma’s family treats me so awfully—I feel hate, but I won’t seek revenge. Because they are your family, after I graduate, I’ll leave this city. I’ll go far away, far from them..."

Li Si had been deeply wounded this time. If not for her unfinished studies here, she would have left right away—perhaps to Beijing, anywhere but here.

Leng Mochen gently patted Li Si’s back. "Girl, don’t cry. It’s all over now. Your father—up there—wants to see you smile!"

Li Si wiped her tears and nodded. Yes, these past few days, her mood had been low, and she often couldn’t help but shed tears. Today, she’d promised herself not to cry while visiting her father.

Yet she still couldn’t control her emotions. "Brother, I don’t even know why this is happening—I can’t stop crying!" Her tears seemed endless, no matter how much she wiped them away.

"Then just cry your heart out. Afterward, don’t think of anything else!" Leng Mochen said, bowing deeply to the tombstone bearing Mr. Li’s name.

At this moment, several people approached from the right, umbrella in hand. It turned out to be members of the Li Family.

Zhang Meihua and Li Fei immediately caught sight of the man comforting Li Si. They were pleasantly surprised. Despite his cold and distant aura, dressed in a black suit radiating an air of authority, this man was strikingly tall, lean, and handsome.

Following behind them, Wu Dachuan and Li Guozhi also froze in surprise. Who was this man? (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation! Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)