President Daddy's Excessive Love

"Cheng Yuan, let’s hurry over." Lan Yanxi’s voice was urgent and hoarse. With the heavy rain, there was no place to shelter from the rain in Nanshan cemetery. Why would Lan Lin bring her grandfather there?

"Alright!" Cheng Yuan was still worried about her, and from the look of her, it seemed as if she had lost her soul.

Cheng Yuan suddenly thought of Lan Yanxi’s young father who had been buried in that very same place. Therefore, when Lan Yanxi heard about that cemetery, her heart would break.

Cheng Yuan drove the car carefully through the rain.

Lan Yanxi looked ahead anxiously. Her heart had already flown to the cemetery. She held her grandfather’s medicine bottle tightly. The medicine made a monotonous sound when it hit the bottle. It was the only sound coming from the car. It grabbed both of their chests.

It was an hour and a half’s drive from the city to Nanshan Cemetery.

Lan Yanxi begged for the rain to stop, but the sky seemed to oppose her. The further she went, the more violent the rain became, as if someone had made a hole in the sky for the rain to drain out.

"The rain is too heavy." Cheng Yuan set the wiper to its fastest position. Every time she flushed, the road ahead of her was still blurry and unsettling.

If it weren’t for Cheng Yuan’s steadiness and determination, any normal person would have long ago stopped driving.

"If anything happens to grandpa, I definitely won’t let her off." Lan Yanxi muttered to the blurry scene outside the window.

"If something happens, she deserves to die a thousand times." Cheng Yuan said in a hateful tone.

It was originally a one-and-a-half-hour drive, but when they arrived, it was already past one o’clock. Lan Yanxi’s phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw that it was Ling Mofeng’s name.

She bit her lower lip and put it to her ear.

"Yanxi, did you call me? What’s the matter? " Ling Mofeng’s calm and magnetic voice sounded.

His side was very quiet, so his voice was especially pleasant to hear.

"Are you busy today?" Lan Yanxi asked softly as she controlled the grief in her heart.

"I’m a bit busy. I have to have a meeting in ten minutes. It’s tea time, what’s the matter?" Ling Mofeng chuckled. He felt that she was actually the one who took the initiative to call him, so his mood was pretty good.

Lan Yanxi felt that her lips were a little dry. She couldn’t help but puckered her lips before saying softly, "I’m fine. I just missed you a little. Go back to work first and contact me after you’re done."

"Good ??" There’s a di

er tonight. I might not be going home for di

er. Don’t wait for me. " The man seemed reluctant to hang up on her, so he dragged his voice, but it was filled with gentleness.

Lan Yanxi knew that he was very busy today, busy with important national affairs. She really couldn’t disturb him, just for the sake of her own family matters.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll hang up first." As Lan Yanxi spoke, she pressed down on her mobile phone and held it tightly in her hand. The tears flowing in her eyes were forcefully restrained by her.

Cheng Yuan turned to look at her and sighed softly, "Yanxi, you really are a good wife. The President has a lot of things to do today, and Chu Lie also told me that this is his first meeting with a foreign leader since taking office. This is very important to his stable position, so if you choose not to disturb him, I really admire you."

"I can’t, and I don’t dare!" Lan Yanxi lowered her head and smiled bitterly.

"You just love him too much." Cheng Yuan told him the most important reason.

Lan Yanxi was stu

ed. Was that the reason? She did not want to disturb him, only because she loved him too much, seeing his affairs as more important than her own, wishing him well, hoping that he would win everything.

"Maybe." Lan Yanxi heaved a sigh of relief.

"The cemetery is right in front of us, let’s go in and ask." Cheng Yuan immediately sped up.

At the foot of Mu Yuan Mountain, there was a management office. At that moment, there was only an old man holding a phone as he sat in the duty room watching TV. Beside him was a bag of melon seeds.

"Great sir, did you see a red car drive in?" Cheng Yuan rolled down the window and asked loudly.

The old man did not hear her clearly. He turned his head to the side to listen, and Cheng Yuan yelled at the top of her lungs.

"I don’t know. I just came to change shifts. You need to find a friend to drive in." The old man heard, but gave a disappointing answer.

Cheng Yuan pressed down on the accelerator and the car rushed into the huge parking lot behind the management building. "Today, it is raining heavily and there are very few vehicles. It is not a good time to go to the grave, and not a single natural person is to be seen." I didn’t see her car! " Lan Yanxi looked around but did not see a red sedan.

"Could it be that Lan Lin has already left?" Cheng Yuan couldn’t help but slap the steering wheel angrily. She felt that Lan Lin was really hateful, leading them around in circles.

"Cheng Yuan, wait for me. I’ll go take a look at my grandmother’s grave." Lan Yanxi was about to push the door open.

"I’ll go with you. There are two umbrellas behind you, wait for me." Cheng Yuan didn’t dare to let her go into the gloomy cemetery alone. Don’t mention the fear of the brave people, Lan Yanxi might be scared because she didn’t have much courage.

Actually, Lan Yanxi didn’t have time to be afraid anymore. She was worried that if she didn’t hold up her umbrella, she would be able to run through the rain to her grandmother’s grave.

By the time Cheng Yuan brought over the umbrella, Lan Yanxi had already pushed the door open and got off the car. In an instant, half of her clothes were drenched.

Lan Yanxi took out an umbrella and looked for a familiar entrance. Cheng Yuan followed closely behind her with a pair of sharp eyes, keeping a vigilant eye on her surroundings.

Lan Yanxi stepped on the stairs, splashing water everywhere. The corner of her pants and shoes instantly became wet. She completely ignored everything as she quickly ran forward.

"Yanxi, wait for me." Cheng Yuan’s physical fitness was much better than hers, but she was almost unable to keep up with her pace. She couldn’t help but worriedly shout out.

However, Lan Yanxi acted as if she didn’t hear him. She continued ru

ing forward with all her might. The wind was mercilessly blowing away the umbrella above her head, as if she didn’t care about it anymore.

Cheng Yuan felt a pang in her heart. If only the President was here, Yanxi would definitely listen to him. Furthermore, the President definitely wouldn’t let her suffer so much.

The mausoleum path was very long and tall. Stairs of tombstones were piled up one after another, all around him, taking up the entire mountainside. There were some new and old tombstones that were floating down as the wind blew past them, causing them to be terrified to the point of losing their souls.

Lan Yanxi had steeled her steps. Even if she saw these frightening things, she would still turn a blind eye to them. What could be more terrifying than losing her grandfather?

Cheng Yuan was gasping for breath. This grave was too high and too long.

Finally, Lan Yanxi ran along a wide graveyard path. Cheng Yuan looked around. This was a place that only the rich would buy and sell. The scenery here was good, and the feng shui area was good.

From afar, Lan Yanxi saw a scene that made her feel the most despair and grief in her life.

She saw her grandfather sitting in a wheelchair, holding an umbrella by his side, facing her grandmother’s tombstone like a sculpture.

Lan Yanxi’s breath suddenly stopped. She only paused for a second before she rushed towards her grandfather.

Cheng Yuan also saw it and felt panic in her heart. A bad premonition had come to her.

Lan Yanxi rushed over to him. Her grandfather’s eyes were closed and his entire body was ice-cold.

"Grandfather!" Lan Yanxi tried to wake him up, but her grandfather seemed to have disappeared. Cheng Yuan rushed over to check on the old man, but the result was that the old man had already stopped breathing.

"No ??" Lan Yanxi shouted out in grief. The wind carried her grief along with it, causing it to appear exceptionally sorrowful within the mausoleum.

Cheng Yuan stood to the side and watched with tears streaming down her face.