Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 530: Worshiping Father and Mother
The days are flying by and the wedding day is getting closer day by day.

Although the wedding is handled by the wedding company under the Zhanyi Group, some matters are reported every day that must be confirmed by the bride.

For example, makeup and wedding procedures, etc.

As the wedding gets closer, An Yan's originally calm heart becomes increasingly uneasy.

Bai Shao came to give piano lessons to An Nuannuan, but An Yan was absent-minded the whole time.

After class, Bai Shao pulled Anyan aside.

"Sister An, what's wrong with you? Has that man Zhan Mocheng made you angry again?"

"No, I just feel... an indescribable feeling in my heart."

An Yan didn't know what was wrong with herself.

So many things had happened between her and Zhan Mochen before, and they had gone through so many ups and downs. Now that all the hardships were finally over, she should be happy.

But she was inexplicably flustered. She always felt that she could neither stand nor sit, and felt uneasy.

Bai Shao's big bright eyes rolled and she couldn't help but snicker: "Sister An, aren't you anxious before marriage?"

"Anxious before marriage? Impossible. He and I already have children. How can I be anxious? It's just a matter of getting married..."

An Yan was also worried, but refused to admit it.

Bai Shao showed a look of understanding, didn't say much, said a few words of comfort, and left.
After leaving the door, she directly dialed Zhan Mochen's phone number.

"Brother-in-law, we leave my sister in your hands. I hope you will not disappoint everyone's expectations of you."

Bai Shao's words were meaningless, and Zhan Mochen was confused.

"what happened?"

"I saw Sister An today, and she seemed unhappy. Let me remind you, if Sister An is still like this on the wedding day, don't blame our Bai family for regretting the marriage."

Bai Shao finished speaking domineeringly and hung up the phone directly.

Huh, she just kept what she said. As for what to do, it was up to Zhan Mochen.

As a man, if he doesn't even know why his wife is unhappy, then he deserves to be worried.

The white peony root relieves the Qi slightly.

Zhan Mochen, however, became uneasy because of this phone call. He hurriedly dealt with the important matters at hand and went home directly.

An Yan was drawing a design draft in the study, but for the first time, those familiar lines seemed so unfamiliar.

After scribbling and revising, an afternoon passed and I still hadn't finished drawing even one sleeve.

While she was in a trance, a pair of strong arms suddenly stretched out from behind and hugged her tightly.

An Yan was startled, turned around, and met a pair of deep eyes.

Zhan Mochen looked at the cute look of the little woman's bright eyes widening in shock, and couldn't help laughing. The worries and fears along the way disappeared in an instant.

He picked her up directly from the computer chair and hugged her into his arms: "It's me, don't be afraid. Did it scare you?"

The man's embrace was still so solid and generous, and An Yan's heart skipped a beat but couldn't help but speed up.

She pushed twice, but failed to break away from the man's arms. She simply gave up the futile struggle and leaned lazily in Zhan Mochen's arms.

"Why did you come back so early today?"

"miss you."

Zhan Mochen's lowered eyes were full of tenderness and tenderness, and his thin lips gently pecked An Yan's forehead.

After a moment of pause, his deep magnetic voice sounded in An Yan's ears again.

"Yanyan, we are about to get married. Are you feeling a little uneasy?"

"How do you know?" An Yan was slightly surprised.

The corners of Zhan Mochen's lips raised slightly: "Because I am like that too."

"I'm about to really marry you home. It feels like a dream... Yanyan, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow, okay?"

As Zhan Mochen was talking, the topic suddenly changed.

"Where to go?" The words came suddenly, An Yan raised her face and asked.

Zhan Mochen's eyes gradually dimmed, and he hugged An Yan tighter, as if this was the only way he could control the sudden surge of emotions in his heart.

"You'll know tomorrow." Zhan Mochen's voice was similar to a whisper.

An Yan looked at him and seemed to see a hint of sadness in him.

But Zhan Mochen didn't want to say anything, so she stopped asking. Anyway, she would know everything tomorrow.

The next day, the weather was fine and sunny.

Because she kept what Zhan Mochen said in her mind, An Yan couldn't sleep well all night.

When it was almost dawn, I closed my eyes hazily. When I woke up, the sky was bright and there was no shadow of Zhan Mochen around me.

An Yan quickly got up to freshen up and hurried downstairs.

There was an exquisite and delicious breakfast on the dining table. Zhan Mochen, dressed in a black suit, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his long and strong fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard of his laptop.

Everything is as usual.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhan Mochen turned around, his cold eyes instantly becoming gentle.

"Why don't you get more sleep?"

"You've had enough sleep. Why didn't you go to the company? Are you waiting for me?"

"Ah."

Zhan Mochen held An Yan's hand and walked back to the restaurant, pressing her down at the dining table: "Eat first, and we'll set off after dinner."

"it is good."

An Yan finished her breakfast obediently and then followed Zhan Mochen out.

The car drove all the way west for more than an hour before reaching the foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

The car went up the winding mountain road and finally stopped outside a cemetery.

An Yan looked up.

White Cloud Mountain Cemetery.

Who did he bring himself to worship?
An Yan glanced at the black suit worn by Zhan Mochen, and then looked down at the lavender dress she was wearing.

She couldn't help but said angrily: "Why didn't you remind me to change my clothes before going out?"

"No, my parents will be very happy when they see that I have brought such a beautiful daughter-in-law here."

Zhan Mochen shook An Yan's hand, got out of the car, took out a large bouquet of chrysanthemums from the trunk, and led An Yan forward.

After passing through the dense forest of steles, the two finally stopped in front of a tomb inlaid with a marble countertop.

The mountain breeze passed by, the pines and cypresses in the cemetery swayed with the wind, and a young couple was frozen in the photo of the tombstone.

"Dad, Mom, I brought Yanyan to see you."

Dad, Mom?
Are these his biological parents?

An Yan was slightly stunned.

In fact, she rarely heard Zhan Mochen mention his parents. She only knew that they died in a car accident when Zhan Mochen was very young.

He was basically raised by the old man, and because of this, his relationship with his grandfather was particularly close.

Zhan Mochen leaned over and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the clean tombstone.

Baiyunshan Cemetery is the best cemetery in the imperial capital, and its management staff is comparable to that of high-end residential properties.

Someone comes here every day to wipe the tombstone spotless, and regularly places flowers in front of the tomb.

But how can all this compare to the hands-on care of your children?

At this time, Zhan Mochen's tall figure looked lonely and lonely in front of the tombstone.

An Yan's eyes were a little swollen.

She also squatted down, took the handkerchief from Zhan Mochen's hand, and wiped the entire tombstone carefully.

An Yan's fingers paused slightly as she brushed her fingers over the photo inlaid on the tombstone.

(End of this chapter)