A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

Chapter 124 Qiaoqiao, I Miss You So Much

Chi Ruiche walked with light steps, and Lin Kai understood immediately. It seemed that he could go home and rest early again today.

Jiang Yi also went to the company for a meeting. Since she had taken over the project, she naturally had to hand it over to the client in its entirety. She also discussed the project schedule with them.

Chi Ruiche arrived at the office early and waited with a prepared coat in his hand. His secretary jogged over and said, "President Jiang is still in a meeting. Do you need me to pass on this message?"

"Don't bother her." After the secretary left, Chi Ruiche picked up a photo of the two of them on the table. The two people in the photo were still very young, with innocent smiles. It was taken on Chi Ruiche's 20th birthday, when Jiang Yi left a "masterpiece" on Chi Ruiche's face with cake.

"Brother, how do you feel seeing yourself when you were young?" Jiang Yi almost ran over and skillfully sat on Chi Ruiche's lap, with Chi Ruiche supporting her with one hand.

Chi Ruiche draped his coat over her shoulders, saying, "Don't catch a cold." The white suit jacket had a thin velvet shirt underneath, and even though the heating was on, Chi Ruiche was always worried that she would get cold.

"It doesn't look good like this." Jiang Yi didn't like the loose-fitting coat and wanted to take it off.

Jiang Yi noticed that the watch on Chi Ruiche's wrist was different; it looked like the one she had bought last time. The topic immediately changed, "Che, this watch?"

“I like it very much.” Chi Ruiche glanced at it, looking proud as if it were something extraordinary.

"When did you get it?" Jiang Yi thought the watch was lost a long time ago, and that day the incident happened so suddenly that she didn't have time to think about it.

Chi Ruiche lowered his head. "I got it a long time ago, but I've been reluctant to wear it."

"Then how can you bear to part with it today?" Clearly, Jiang Yi was skeptical of his words, or perhaps there was a story behind the watch that she didn't know.

"Because seeing this reminds me of someone." Chi Ruiche bit Jiang Yi's earlobe, his warm breath tickling Jiang Yi. His words, spoken softly and heavily, were indescribably alluring.

Chi Ruiche increasingly enjoyed teasing Jiang Yi, and seeing her blushing in his arms gave him immense satisfaction.

Chi Ruiche led Jiang Yi away from the company. The Chi family had been waiting for them and started eating as soon as they arrived.

"Grandpa, Mom, Second Uncle, Second Aunt, Third Uncle, thank you for waiting."

Sitting opposite Jiang Yi was her third uncle, Chi Jinghui. I called out to Jiang Yi obediently.

"Xiao Yi, we're all family, don't be shy." Chi Ruiche's mother saw only love in her child's eyes.

Chi Jinghui picked up a piece of fish, placed it on the plate, and suddenly his body trembled violently. He covered his mouth with a napkin and coughed several times.

"Sorry." Chi Jinghui covered his mouth and was pushed away by the maid. He turned back to face Jiang Yi, his half-exposed eyes dark and unfathomable.

Jiang Yi felt that these eyes were familiar, but couldn't remember why. He tapped his head, realizing that he had been a bit absent-minded lately and always felt like he had something on his mind.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Chi Ruiche stopped picking up food with his chopsticks, his hand feeling a little cold as he held hers. "Get me another bowl of soup; the room's too cold."

"Yes." The maid silently left the restaurant.

Mrs. Chi chuckled, "Don't go back tonight. A cold wave is coming, so everyone should take care of themselves."

"No, Xiao Yi has to have morning tea with Grandpa Jiang tomorrow." Chi Ruiche didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so he would decline all of them.

Upon hearing the news of his old friend, Grandpa Chi couldn't help but exclaim, "Little Yi, Grandpa still enjoys drinking tea so much." When talking about his old friend, his usually tense face softened, a rare occurrence.

"Yes, the doctor told Grandpa to control his diet, but he still goes to his favorite teahouse once or twice a month."

Grandpa Jiang grew up in Jiangdong and retained some of the Jiangdong people's habits. Jiang Yi grew up with his grandfather and also developed some of those habits.

"I have a few boxes of fine tea that I've treasured. Could you take them to your grandfather for me?" Grandpa Chi said, handing the tea directly to Youming without giving him a chance to refuse.

Before Jiang could refuse, she obediently thanked him.

After dinner, Jiang Yi chatted with Chi's mother for a while and then strolled around outside. Chi Ruiche was called away by Chi's father again, and it was unclear what they were talking about; he had done the same thing last time.

Jiang Yi was wrapped in the coat that Chi Ruiche had prepared for her, so she wasn't cold, but she was a little bored walking alone in the yard.

"Xiao Yi." Chi Jinghui suddenly appeared behind him.

Startled by the sudden voice, Jiang Yi took a step back, regained her footing, and her pale face softened slightly. "Third Uncle, are you feeling better?"

Because Chi Jinghui and Jiang Qiao were not married, Jiang Yang and the others, as juniors, addressed him the same way as Chi Ruiche.

"It's alright now, Xiao Yi, would you like to walk with me for a bit?" Chi Jinghui asked, adjusting the blanket covering his legs.

Jiang Yi followed behind, listening to Chi Jinghui introduce the flowers and plants in the yard. Originally, there were several fruit trees planted in the yard, but they were later uprooted, leaving only a cherry tree, which had long since withered and died.

"Third Uncle, I heard from Grandpa that Aunt loved cherries the most." Jiang Yi remembered that every year on the anniversary of his aunt's death, he would prepare cherries to pay his respects, even though it was not cherry season.

"Really? I didn't know that." Chi Jinghui stared blankly in the direction of the cherry tree. How could he not know? He said that cherry tree was planted by him, but it withered in the year he thought it would bear fruit, the same year Jiang Qiao left him.

"Xiao Yi, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like your aunt?"

Chi Jinghui returned to his room, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and turned it on. The clock ticked, and there was a photograph. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders, her eyebrows and features were exquisite, her nose was high and straight, her eyes were curved, and her lips were slightly upturned, as if she was smiling at him.

Stroking the girl in the pocket watch, Chi Jinghui remained silent, repeating the gesture over and over again. He had been doing this for so long that the pocket watch had become somewhat blurry.

"Qiaoqiao, if you were here, you would definitely love your little niece. Those eyes look just like yours." Chi Jinghui called her name, lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously clenching, trying to suppress the pain in his heart. "Qiaoqiao, I miss you so much."