NCCnovel Chapter 193 Qingqing, Let's Get Married
Chapter 193 Qingqing, Let's Get Married
Si Qiyan, who was still in the backyard, sat next to An Cinian, and the two of them admired the bellflowers in the background. They were very beautiful.
"Isn't it nice here? Where do you want to go?"
He turned his head to the side and asked Si Qiyan with some doubt.
"After living in Nancheng for so many years, I want to have a destination wedding with Qingqing. You can go wherever you want."
As he spoke, he tried to grab An Cinian's hand, but An Cinian suddenly stood up.
Watching helplessly as An Cinian walked to the clump of bellflowers, bent down and picked a white bellflower, then walked up to Si Qiyan and shook the bellflower: "I think I promised you I would give you bellflowers, I wonder if that's right?"
White lisianthus symbolizes purity and beauty. Its pure white color is like clean and untainted emotions, and also signifies that there is only each other in love.
"Yes, I like it very much because it was a gift from you. Since you liked it, I planted a whole yard full of bellflowers."
An Cinian thought that she must have made this promise, but did she like bellflowers? Why did she seem to prefer red flowers in her memory?
An Cinian was pulled to sit on a bench by Si Qiyan. She had been very happy during this time, but she felt that something was wrong. It was as if she had forgotten something very important and lost someone.
She tried hard to recall her memories but to no avail.
"Ayan, when will I be able to regain my old memories?"
Upon receiving An Cinian's question, Si Qiyan's joyful mood instantly turned sour. He grabbed An Cinian's shoulders and said, "Are you so eager to regain your memories? Are you so impatient to get back to his side?!"
The sound went out of control, and everything beautiful turned gloomy and dark at that moment.
An Cinian was startled by Si Qiyan's sudden fierceness. She blinked and stared at the man who was always gentle to her. It was surprising that the gentle Si Qiyan could be so angry.
"Ah, Ah Yan, what's wrong? Did I...did I say something wrong?"
An Cinian's face also showed panic. She raised her right hand again and again, finally grabbing Si Qiyan's hand, not understanding what made Si Qiyan angry.
Staring at An Cinian's bewildered expression, Si Qiyan realized that he was overthinking things. This dream was too good, so good that he found it unbelievable and always felt he had to doubt something to be satisfied.
"I'm sorry, I was too emotional. You had a miscarriage before, and I was afraid of upsetting you, so I didn't want to talk about the past. I thought it was better that you had amnesia, because we still have so much life ahead of us, and we can have more children in the future."
Having finally found the answer to why Si Qiyan had refused to tell her the truth, An Cinian's eyes widened, and she was momentarily speechless. It turned out that she had previously suffered a miscarriage, and that her high fever and subsequent amnesia were due to her excessive grief, which made her mind unwilling to accept the pain.
Looking at Si Qiyan, whose expression was gloomy and full of regret, An Cinian hugged Si Qiyan, feeling that she had said the wrong thing. She also felt guilty because she thought that the person she loved most was not Si Qiyan. "Ayan, I'm sorry, I made you worry. I will never talk about regaining my memory again. We still have a long time. Let's not be sad, okay?"
This was the first time An Cinian had taken the initiative to hug him and comfort him, willing to give up her memories for his sake. The embrace was so gentle; no wonder so many people liked An Cinian. Who wouldn't like a gentle and beautiful girl?
"I'm sorry." I was too panicked, always afraid of this and that.
An Cinian leaned on Si Qiyan's shoulder and shook her head. There was nothing to apologize for. It wasn't their fault. The child wasn't meant to be with them, so let the child go and have a better life.
Si Qiyan was filled with endless pain and fell into an inescapable darkness.
I hate dreaming because it's all painful. I always dream that my parents are dead in front of me, covered in blood, and that I am being verbally abused and beaten by my father's killer. Those nightmares devour all my hope day and night.
But now, I'm willing to have this dream, a beautiful dream with a clear and pure heart. In this dream, there are only the two of us, and the people in this dream are forever willing and do not want to wake up.
Si Muyi and Asheng were right behind them, watching as the two grew closer and closer. An Cinian didn't even want to remember her past memories. Was this really how it was going to be?
Is this really the ending An Cinian wanted?
Ah Sheng shook his head. Impossible. She was just deceived by Si Qiyan. An Cinian, who liked Xie Yu'an so much, must still want to regain her memories in her mind.
"Ayan, I need to go to the toilet, can you let me go first?"
An Cinian was quite helpless. This man was always unpredictable and she really couldn't understand him.
An Cinian was on her way to the restroom when she overheard three maids huddled together, seemingly discussing something.
"Hey, you guys think Madam really plans to stay here? Didn't she used to hate Master?"
Master, An Ci Nian knows this must be referring to Si Qi Yan. Did I used to hate A Yan?
"Oh dear, the madam has lost her memory. She doesn't even recognize any of us, let alone the young master of the Beijing circle. This is incredible. The boss's methods are beyond what we can handle."
The third maid glanced around cautiously, clapped her hands, and whispered to them, "Alright, alright, stop talking. If the master hears us, he'll beat us to death."
The topic was eventually dropped, and no one discussed it anymore.
Leaning against the wall, An Cinian was very puzzled. The heir of the Beijing elite circle? Who was this, and what did he have to do with her? Confused, what were all these people talking about?
She didn't want to regain her memories, so why did something always happen at times like this that confused her? It was as if fate had decreed that she was destined to regain her memories.
Xie Yu'an?
She asked Si Muyi about the name, but Si Muyi told her that it was an unimportant person who had only pursued her before, and there was nothing to commemorate about it.
But An Cinian felt something was wrong. If this person was unimportant, why would Xiao Yi mention his name in front of her? And why did she have this person's name tattooed on her ring finger, such an important finger?
No one in the entire villa mentioned Xie Yu'an to her anymore. What was the reason for this?
Thinking quickly, she took out her phone. This was the phone Si Qiyan had prepared for her, saying that her previous phone was broken and he had replaced it for her. The only contacts in the phone were Si Muyi and Si Qiyan.
When asked, Dan Siqi Yan explained that he never had any friends to begin with, and now that he has amnesia, he shouldn't dwell on the past.
I searched for the name Xie Yu'an on my phone, but no matter how I typed it, there was no such person as Xie Yu'an, not even anyone with a similar name.
This is too deliberate, far too deliberate. This person is definitely connected to me; those three letters in her hand are proof of it.
"Miss An!"
The sudden sound startled An Cinian, and her whole body folded up like a mimosa plant at the slightest touch.
"Ah Sheng, what's wrong?"
Turning around, I saw Ah Sheng. I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket, hoping that Ah Sheng hadn't noticed anything.
“Miss An, you have to feel things with your heart. Sometimes your eyes can be blinded and you can’t see the truth.”
What do you mean?
But she was too embarrassed to ask directly, so she simply nodded in agreement and headed towards the backyard.
Miss An, perhaps it's fate giving you a second chance. Si Qiyan is my boss, and I'm just an outsider. No matter what I do, I'll have to let someone down. So, the story between you two is up to you to choose.
"You're back." Seeing An Cinian sitting to one side, he leaned on her shoulder. "Qingqing, let's get married." He had thought about it for a long time, and perhaps this way, An Cinian would feel at ease.