ound the front of the car and strode straight into the hotel. Lan Xuan had already guessed what he was going to do, but when she saw him walking out with a female service staff member, her expression...The next morning.

After breakfast, Mu Xing drove the helicopter to Qingyun Mountain alone.

Fu Lingxiao stood on the helipad, his deep eyes fixed on the departing helicopter, and asked Yun Tuo beside him: "Is everything arranged"

Everything has been arranged.

Upon receiving a message from Master Fu in the early morning, Yun Tuo immediately made arrangements. "There will be full-time tracking from the estate to Qingyun Mountain. The entire Qingyun Mountain and its surroundings are also within the monitoring range. Miss Mu Xing is absolutely safe."

Fu Lingxiao gave a faint nod of acknowledgment.

Yuntuo finally had the chance to speak with Fu Ye alone, and hurriedly whispered: "Fu Ye, Qiao Daishan is still being held on the island. He has woken up, but his condition is strange. He shows no reaction at all, as if he's completely unconscious."

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were deep, he pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then said: "You go with Si Tu Xun to secretly escort him back to Canglong. This matter cannot be known by a fourth person. As for the people stationed on the island, you know how to handle it."

Yun Tuo frowned, his heart ached with reluctance, but he knew deep down that this was what had to be done.

Joe Tai Shan is not only the leader of the world's number one secret organization, but he also hides many other identities. If news of his survival were to leak out, it would surely cause another uproar.

No one wants to see the scene of a thousand corpses, blood flowing like a river again.

"Yes," Yun Tuo replied respectfully, then retreated. He contacted Situ Xun to arrange a meeting on Wuyu Island.

Fu Lingxiao then boarded another helicopter and headed in the direction Mu Xing left.

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Qingyuns Mountain.

Early March, the season is changing. The trees on the mountain are still bare, with only a few tender green buds dotting the branches.

The stone house stood solitary in the desolate mountains, a thick layer of dead leaves covering the bare ground before its door.

A desolate scene came into view.

Mu Xing drove the helicopter, soaring over the continuous mountain peaks, and slowly landing on the open ground in front of the stone house.

The propeller's wind sent the fallen leaves swirling and dancing across the ground.

Mu Xing got off the helicopter and stepped onto the ground, where fallen yellow leaves were swirling around. She walked to the door of the stone house.

The door had a lock on it, but it wasn't fastened. She reached out and gently pushed it open.

Every time she came back from the mountains, Old Joe would greet her with a big smile: “You’re back, girl!”

She hoped so much, that this time would be the same too.

As she pushed open the door, all that greeted her was icy air and distant memories.

Scene after scene, it's all Old Joe.

Standing in front of the stove cooking, sitting at the table reading medical books, lying on a lounge chair taking a nap, tugging at her braid and commanding her to work, he was always dressed in a gray-blue robe and wearing those worn-out cloth shoes that were only a thin layer left...

Tears welled up in his eyes, Mu Xing took a deep breath and walked into Old Qiao's room. He opened the closet and took out one of Qiao's old clothes. Then he went to the tool shed and grabbed a shovel before heading to the stone house.

On the bare branches of the pomegranate tree, hung two shriveled pomegranates.

This pomegranate tree was planted by Old Joe during their second year living on Qingyun Mountain.

Every year when pomegranate blossoms appeared, Mu Xing would start to anticipate the fruit ripening. However, she never got to taste a pomegranate until she left Qingyun Mountain.

To my surprise, it has actually borne fruit now.

Mu Xing used a shovel to dig a deep pit under the pomegranate tree, neatly stacked Qiao Lao's clothes inside, and then took out the jade pendant from his windbreaker pocket and placed it on the clothes. He filled the pit back up and erected a wooden tombstone.

Standing before the tomb for a long time, she came back to her senses and was startled to find her eyes wet. Mu Xing blinked her sour eyes, slowly raised her hand, plucked two pomegranates from the tree, placed one in front of the grave, turned around and left.

After leaving Qingyun Mountain, Mu Xing did not return to the manor but went to Changyu Cemetery.

"Daddy, Mommy, Xing'er is here to see you."

The truth of that year has come to light, and your uncle has avenged you. You can now rest in peace.

Mu Xing knelt before her father and mother's graves, kowtowed heavily, and then said, "There is one more person..."

He was one of the murderers from the Mu family that year, but he was also the one who raised me and gave me a second life. I know I should hate him, but... I can't forget his kindness to me.

"Mommy and Daddy, I don't deserve to forgive him for you, but can I... not hate him..."

Mu Xing lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs as she asked, her tone pained and struggling.

Jo Da Shan was like a knife, both soft and sharp, imbued with honey and poison that pierced her heart. She couldn't pull it out; she could only wrap this hidden pain in her own flesh until it festered...

A tall figure walked steadily closer, stopping beside her. He knelt on one knee, his broad and warm hand resting gently on the back of her head, rubbing softly.

Mu Xing turned her head, the man's handsome face imprinted on her blurry tear-filled eyes, "Uncle Xiao..."

Fu Lingxiao's expression was solemn, but his eyes when he looked at her were extremely gentle, filled with tenderness and pity. "Since it hurts so much, just let go. I believe they wouldn't want you to live in hatred for the rest of your life."

"Can it really be done"

The girl's eyes shimmered with a wet, pleading light.

Like someone drowning in the deep sea, desperately in need of his rescue.

Retaliating for personal grudges is easy, but how to repay the kindness of a teacher...

Fu Lingxiao understood all her struggles and pain, his heart ached along with hers, and he was even more certain that keeping Qiao Daishan's reincarnation a secret from her was the right thing to do.

He moved his large hand to her cheek, using his fingertips to wipe away the tears that trailed from the corner of her eyes. He gave her a firm answer: "Yes, your happiness and joy are the best comfort to them."

Mu Xing's star-studded eyes were filled with tears, and she nodded lightly.

"Alright, it's all over now, no need to feel sad anymore."

Fu Lingxiao soothed in a soft voice, holding Mu Xing's icy small hand, "It's time for me to meet your parents."

Saying that, he knelt by her side, facing the tombstone, and solemnly said:

“Uncle and Aunt, I’m Xinger's boyfriend, my name is Fu Lingxiao. Thank you for raising such a good Xinger. Since you haven't had enough time to shower her with love, I will make up for it tenfold. I will spend my whole life fulfilling the promise I made today. Please rest assured and entrust her to me.”

A man of few words made the most heartfelt vow at the grave.

Every word, every syllable, is more precious than his life.

A gentle breeze brushed past her ear, and Mu Xing tightened her grip on the man's hand, gazing at the slight curve of his lips. "My mommy and daddy said yes,"

Leaving the cemetery, Fu Lingxiao led Mu Xing onto the helicopter he had brought.

He sat in the driver's seat, his knobby fingers gripping the control stick, and asked her, "Baby, where else do you want to go I'll take you there."

Mù Xīng slightly pouted her lips, feigning displeasure. "You said today I was going to be alone, but you still secretly followed me. Your word doesn't count."

Fu Lingxiao hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, Xing'er. I wanted to give you some personal space, but whenever I couldn't see you, I couldn't help but worry and fear."

He hadn't been able to emerge from the darkness of that three-year separation and its pain, enduring another year and a half in fear and anguish.

He was so terrified of losing her, to the point where he wanted to embed her into his body, so she could never leave him.

The man's voice was urgent, as if he was afraid she would get angry. His usual composure also seemed flustered.

Strangely, kind of cute

Mu Xing couldn't help but curl her lip, "Then after this, will you have to follow me wherever I go"

Fu Lingxiao nodded, "At present, it looks like this."

Mu Xing suddenly fell silent, a pair of beautiful eyes earnestly looking at him. Her gaze traced his delicate and three-dimensional features, finally landing on his deep eyes. She smiled slightly, "Little uncle, let's get married."ver the truth.Fu Lingxiao came to the technical department, and the technicians reported the information they had found to him: "Mr. Fu, this number is a virtual SIM card without a physical entity, an...