My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 217 - 216: Why Wasn’t It Me Who Died (2/4)

Perhaps others don’t understand Qin Zhiyuan and think he’s just a fallen old man, but Old Zhuo knows better and doesn’t see him that way.

Qin Zhiyuan is even older than him and once was Old Zhuo’s captain. However, after returning, Qin Zhiyuan gave up a promising career to take care of the families of those who sacrificed themselves in battle.

That was why the orphanage was later established.

If only Qin Zhiyuan had said something to him back then, the orphanage wouldn’t have been demolished.

But because of Qin Zhiyuan’s personality...

"Sigh!" Elder Zhuo sighed and said: "Let it be, let’s not talk about it. It’s all in the past. Let’s discuss future matters in the future!"

Qin Zhiyuan nodded, but his expression was not relaxed.

...

At noon, the sky started to drizzle lightly.

Even though it was raining, the number of people didn’t decrease.

The scheduled burial at 4 p.m. continued as planned.

Yang Chen changed into the black suit that Ye Xin had prepared for him and stood under the black umbrella held by Zhang Shaoting, with a heavy expression.

A few young men came over to prepare to carry the coffin.

Yang Chen thought for a moment, walked over, and said to one of the thinner boys, "You get up, I’ll carry it!"

The boy looked at the injuries on Yang Chen’s arms, hesitated, and said: "This..."

They had met people who wanted to carry the coffin for their loved ones before, but the person in front of them had both arms injured. How could he carry it?

Wei Xueqing saw the scene and was also very moved. She came over and said, "Yang Chen, come back!"

Yang Chen slightly shook his head.

"Yang Chen, it’s really not necessary." Wei Xueqing shook her head and said: "My father’s spirit knows."

Yang Chen still shook his head and said to Zhang Shaoting: "Help me lift it, put it on my shoulder!"

"Brother Chen, this..." Zhang Shaoting hesitated for a moment, after all, Yang Chen was injured.

Yang Chen frowned and said: "My shoulder is fine, lift it for me!"

"Quickly!" Yang Chen shouted.

Zhang Shaoting was startled and hurried to lift the coffin.

Wei Xueqing wanted to stop him but was held back by Ye Xin.

Ye Xin looked deeply at Yang Chen and said: "Don’t worry, he knows his limits; it’s his wish, don’t stop him."

"But his injuries." Wei Xueqing was full of worry.

Ye Xin said softly: "As long as his shoulder isn’t injured, he can handle it."

Wei Xueqing was still a bit worried.

But seeing the coffin placed on Yang Chen’s shoulder, and Yang Chen standing steadily, Wei Xueqing was slightly relieved.

The coffin was lifted, and Yang Chen led the way out. novelbuddy-cσ๓

There was a distance from the mourning hall to the graveyard, taking about twenty minutes to walk.

Yang Chen refused the umbrella Zhang Shaoting handed over, not letting him shelter him from the rain.

What was initially a drizzle became heavier and heavier.

By the time they reached the grave pit, Yang Chen was already soaked, with rainwater running down his face and dripping from his chin.

Yang Chen’s mood was heavy.

At that moment, the rain made Yang Chen feel Wei Qingzhong’s emotions.

He looked up at the sky. The continuously falling rain made it difficult for Yang Chen to keep his eyes open.

"Uncle Zhong!" Yang Chen said softly, "Rest assured, although I’m no longer her bodyguard, I am her friend. I will continue to take care of her."

This was Yang Chen’s promise to Wei Qingzhong.

The coffin slowly lowered, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down.

This dry summer was suddenly brought a hint of chill by the rain.

"Dad!" Wei Xueqing was emotionally touched by the heavy rain. Perhaps it was seeing the earth already covering the coffin that made her cry uncontrollably, "Dad! Don’t leave me, dad! How could you just go like this? What am I going to do alone, dad!"

Everyone was silent, only Wei Xueqing was crying and shouting heart-wrenchingly.

If Ye Xin didn’t hold her back, Wei Xueqing might have jumped into the grave pit.

The soil filled the grave pit, raising a mound.

A few people flattened the mound, placed a stone slab over it, officially ending it.

Everyone else had left, but Wei Xueqing stood there motionless.

Yang Chen stood there with her, letting everyone else leave.

After a long time, Wei Xueqing said softly, "Yang Chen, you know what? I now wish I had never met you."

Yang Chen was stunned and turned to look at Wei Xueqing’s pale face.

"If I hadn’t met you, I suppose I wouldn’t have been kidnapped, my father wouldn’t have died, and Qian Hai wouldn’t have betrayed me... Do you think all of this is because of you?" Wei Xueqing spoke with vacant eyes.

Yang Chen was silent for a moment.

He knew Wei Xueqing’s state wasn’t right at the moment.

"Or perhaps my dad shouldn’t have sent me to the Northern Federation so that I wouldn’t be unfamiliar with the situation in Flame Country... I wouldn’t have... wouldn’t have grown up without ever filial to my dad! Now I finally understand him, his suffering, his difficulty, but he’s gone!"

Wei Xueqing could no longer control her emotions, collapsing into Yang Chen’s arms and crying loudly.

Yang Chen took a deep breath and gently patted Wei Xueqing as a sign of comfort.

"Why wasn’t it me who died? Why not me? I was so unfilial, so inconsiderate, why couldn’t it have been me who died and let my dad live! Yang Chen, tell me why!" Wei Xueqing cried out.

Yang Chen just stood there, letting Wei Xueqing lean on him, unmoving, saying nothing.

He felt water continually flowing down his body, unable to distinguish whether it was Wei Xueqing’s tears or rain.

After a long time, Wei Xueqing finally stopped crying.

Yang Chen looked down at her and asked: "Are you done crying?"

Wei Xueqing was stunned but still nodded slightly.

She knew that Yang Chen wasn’t someone good at comforting others, but at least his intentions were good, even if the words weren’t.

Seeing Wei Xueqing nod, Yang Chen then said: "I really understand how you feel right now."

Wei Xueqing raised her head, looking at Yang Chen, wondering if he was trying to comfort her.

Yang Chen looked towards the distant graveyard and slowly said, "I once had the same question in my mind: why wasn’t it me who died!"

Wei Xueqing was stunned. Could it be that Yang Chen had a similar experience?

"Do you remember the person I took you to pay respect to last time? That person was my instructor." Yang Chen said.

Wei Xueqing nodded. She remembered very clearly, even the swaying of the maple leaves on that day was vivid to her.

Yang Chen said: "That person was my instructor. He died taking a bullet for me."

"What?" Wei Xueqing cried out in disbelief, looking at Yang Chen.

"Because of a wrong decision." A faint smile appeared on Yang Chen’s lips, more from self-deprecation, as he slowly said: "The instructor told me I was his best soldier, but also the worst, because I was too emotional... too emotional... would always die too early. During a battle, a comrade was shot, and I rushed forward recklessly to save him, but at that moment, I was exposed to the enemy’s sight. At that moment, all the team members were desperately shooting to cover me. But this disrupted our plan. While I was rescuing someone, my instructor took a bullet for me, saving my life."

Wei Xueqing finally understood why Yang Chen said he understood her.

It turned out he had such an experience as well!

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