Forbidden Blood Love (11)

In the airport departure hall, I walked along, backpack slung over my shoulder, talking on my cell phone.

"Mina, I've arrived in Qingdao."

"Zhenhao?" The other person seemed surprised. "Isn't your flight arriving tomorrow?" "

I took an earlier flight." "

Are you at the airport now? I'll come pick you up right away."

"No need, I have some personal business to attend to. Could you please arrange for someone to pick up my luggage at the airport?"

"Zhenhao…"

I hung up before the other person could finish.

In the taxi, I looked out the window, a wave of emotion washing over me. Six years—this was my first time returning to my homeland. In those six years, I hadn't been back to China even once.

I went straight to the cemetery where my mother's grave was located. Standing before her tombstone, tears streamed down my face as I silently murmured, "Mom, your son is back. I'm sorry, I haven't visited you even once in six years. Because I still can't face what happened six years ago. Mom, do you know where she is now?"

Leaving the cemetery, I walked towards the small town where I used to live. The cemetery was very close to the town, only a twenty-minute walk.

The wheat fields rippled in the breeze, the green hills stretched endlessly—the same scene as six years ago, unchanged. Walking in familiar surroundings, a sense of melancholy

washed over me, a feeling of things having changed and people no longer being the same. For the past six years in England, I've forced myself to forget this place countless times, yet countless times I've dreamt of it in the dead of night, waking with my pillow soaked with tears.

Yes, although I still can't forgive my sister for working as a hostess and posing for men in front of me, not a single day has passed without me missing her. This is why I find it so hard to face the past, and why I've stayed in England for six years. Because I was running away, running away from myself, running away from that unbearable relationship.

Now, I've decided to stop running away.

Walking through the alleys of the small town, I seemed to see myself riding my bike with my sister through these streets. Soon, I arrived at the little house where my sister, my younger sister, and I used to live.

The door was tightly shut, the courtyard desolate, and the swing chair still hung there quietly, covered in dust.

A wave of disappointment washed over me. It seemed no one had ever lived here in the past six years; she probably hadn't even returned once.

I walked into the courtyard, stood silently for a while, and reached for the dusty seat of the swing chair. Just then, I heard a shout—"Zhenhao?"

Behind Li Luo's house was a huge terrace with a panoramic view of the fields and distant green mountains. I turned my gaze away and smiled at Li Luo: "The view from your terrace is quite nice!"

He was sitting opposite me, brewing Kung Fu tea. He smiled and used tweezers to remove the teacup from the boiling water. He was a few months older than my sister, probably thirty-one, and the light stubble on his lips and chin added to his mature air. "

Feiyan hasn't lived there for long." Li Luo placed a cup of tea in front of me and said, "Ever since what happened between you and him six years ago, she left Qingdao and has never returned."

A pang of pain shot through me. I picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Do you know where she went?"

Li Luo shook his head and didn't speak. Just then, a woman in her late twenties, leading a little boy of about three or four, came onto the terrace.

"Zhenhao, you're back!" Yuan Li greeted me, then bent down to the little boy and said, "Say hello to Uncle."

The little boy obediently greeted him. I responded and smiled at Yuan Li, "I didn't expect you two to get married and have a child."

Just now, I had learned about him and Yuan Li from Li Luo. I really hadn't expected that this girl next door who had always liked me would end up with Li Luo, who had always pursued my sister. Life is truly unpredictable, but I wished them well in my heart.

Yuan Li smiled, sat down, hugged the child, and said to me, "Zhenhao, how have you been these past few years in England?"

I smiled slightly and said, "Fine.

" "Fine?" Li Luo laughed, "Don't be modest. With your international designer casual wear, your successful businessman's aura, and your status as a returnee, anyone would know you're doing very well."

I shook my head and laughed, "Brother Li, don't joke with me."

The three of us childhood friends chatted for a while, and before we knew it, the conversation turned to my sister. Yuan Li said, "We haven't heard from Fei Yan in years..."

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, I have nothing to do with her anymore. I came back mainly to see my mother.

But, she is your sister after all..." A hint of reluctance appeared in Yuan Li's eyes.

Li Luo held her hand and shook his head at her.

The couple wanted me to stay for lunch, but I politely declined, telling them I had things to do at the company.

Li Luo said, "That's fine, since you're back in the country, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Let's have a good drink sometime." I smiled and nodded, and then Li Luo and Yuan Li took me to the alley entrance.

The car that was there to pick me up was already there, a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan. I could tell from the rims that it was a high-end model. When the driver saw us, he came over and respectfully said, "Excuse me, are you President Yue?"

I said yes, and the driver added, "Secretary Lin asked me to pick you up. Please get in."

I nodded, and the driver opened the back door. I turned to Li Luo and his wife and said, "You two go back now. I'm leaving."

Yuan Li said, "Zhenhao, come back and visit often when you have time."

I smiled slightly; I knew. I turned and got into the car.

Yuan Li suddenly leaned down and tapped lightly on the window. I rolled down the window and looked at her.

She seemed to want to say something but hesitated, then said, "Be careful on the road."

I nodded and smiled, then waved to Li Luo. The Mercedes-Benz S-Class sped away under the watchful eyes of Li Luo and his wife.

All the way, I was enveloped by a sense of loss. Subconsciously, I thought that even though I had missed my sister for six years in England, she should have been waiting for me in that little house, or at least left some message. But she had never come back. Did she want to forget everything from back then, including me?

Arriving at a branch of Yue's company where I was the general manager, Lin Meina was already waiting for me in the office.

I smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be my secretary after I returned to China?"

Lin Meina also smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be my new boss either."

Before I took office, the general manager of this branch was my cousin, Yue Zhenlong, and Lin Meina had been his secretary for two years.

Since I decided to return to China, Yue Zhenlong went to another poorly managed branch as general manager, partly to revitalize it with his excellent work ability, and partly to make room for me.

We smiled at each other again and sat down on the sofa facing each other. Lin Meina was two years younger than me, twenty-six that year. No matter how you looked at her, she was a stunning beauty, with a beautiful face, a tall figure (estimated at 1.67 meters), and a curvaceous, incredibly hot figure.

She was Fei Jie's younger cousin. Because her hometown wasn't here, she often received care from her cousin and frequently worked part-time at Fei Jie's bar, eventually becoming quite familiar with me and Zhang Ming.

I sighed softly and laughed: "Well? My beautiful Lin, you're already twenty-six, still not married?"

Lin Meina feigned displeasure, "Don't you think it's impolite to directly state a lady's age?"

I laughed out loud, "We're old friends, you're two years younger than me, what's there to hide?"

I paused, then sighed, "Yeah! I'm almost thirty. By Korean drama standards, I could be called 'uncle' by now."

Lin Meina playfully retorted, "So, according to you, I could be called 'auntie' too?"

I laughed again, "No, no, I meant myself… Oh right, you haven't answered my question yet! Isn't there any lucky guy who's won your favor?"

Lin Meina stared at me and said, "After you went abroad, you took my heart with you."

I awkwardly looked away. Back then, she really liked me. Although she didn't say it outright, Zhang Ming and I both realized she was pursuing me. I didn't expect that she still couldn't forget me.

I was quite embarrassed and said, "Meina, I…"

Lin Meina smiled charmingly, "I was just kidding. Look how scared you are!"

She paused, then added, "You know, it's not that I'm unwanted. I'm very picky about men!"

I nodded and smiled, "Of course, you're so good."

After chatting for a while, I suggested we get together at Zhang Ming's bar tonight; it's been so many years since we've all been together.

Lin Meina said, "How about another day? It's your first day back in China; you should go back and pay your respects to the old man first."

She was truly a thoughtful secretary, always considering everything.

That afternoon, Lin Meina took me to my place. Before returning to China, despite my grandmother's and aunt's objections, I insisted on living alone outside my in-laws' house, asking Lin Meina to help me find an apartment.

My reason was that I was used to living alone in England. But I knew the most important reason was that I still didn't want to consider myself part of my in-laws' family.

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