mtl008 Chapter 1034 Lost and Found
Chapter 1034 Lost and Found
Wen Xiaoman walked up to Qiao Sinian, looked up at him, and said, "Sinian, did you really have them move everything over here exactly as it was? So much furniture, and..."
She pointed out the window, "Those osmanthus trees outside, are they also?"
Qiao Sinian nodded frankly: "Yes, everything you see has been moved from its original location."
Wen Xiaoman was completely shocked.
She said that even the shape of the osmanthus tree in the yard felt so familiar.
But why did Qiao Sinian go to such great lengths, even transplanting trees?
As if seeing through her doubts, Qiao Sinian grasped her hands, his deep eyes fixed on her, and continued, "Not only these furniture and trees, but also all my belongings have been moved over."
Only after his reminder did Wen Xiaoman suddenly remember that she had indeed seen Qiao Sinian's clothes hanging in the walk-in closet and his toiletries in the bathroom earlier...
He packed up all his possessions and transported them here.
Could it be... that you're planning to stay for an extended period?
Wen Xiaoman looked up at him, somewhat incredulously: "You're going to stay here for a long time?"
Qiao Sinian smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I'm staying here permanently, but that I'm staying here and not going back."
"What? You're not going back?"
Wen Xiaoman was completely stunned, her pupils dilating slightly: "But...but..."
She was eager to clear her mind, but Qiao Sinian asked, "Don't you want me to stay?"
Wen Xiaoman frowned: "Of course not, but your parents, family, the business you've built up over so many years, your clan... they're all over there, aren't you going back?"
Qiao Sinian's expression remained calm: "No need to go back."
He said calmly, "I have already handed over the management of the Chemosi family, along with the position of heir, to Si Yue."
"What?" Wen Xiaoman was so shocked she almost cried out, "Given to Qiao Siyue?"
"Ah."
Qiao Sinian nodded calmly, as if he were handing over nothing more than an ordinary item. "Being able to live again, power and status are no longer important to me."
A sense of relief shone in his deep gaze. "Actually, it has never been important. These have never been what I truly pursued. Before, I was just fulfilling my responsibilities as a member of the Chemosey family and doing things for the whole family."
"But from now on, I only want to live for myself."
He gripped Wen Xiaoman's hand tightly, his fingertips conveying a burning warmth. "I will live for you, for our little Ayan. Our family will never be separated again. We will stay here and live happily ever after."
Upon hearing his words, Wen Xiaoman's eyes instantly reddened and became misty.
Seeing her suddenly burst into tears, Qiao Sinian panicked and his heart tightened.
He quickly reached out and wiped away the tears on her face: "Why are you crying? Are you afraid that I won't be able to support you and Xiao Ayan in the future?"
He tried to reassure her in a lighthearted tone, "Don't worry, I have some spare money in my private life, enough for us to live comfortably for several lifetimes. Besides, your husband is still very capable. Even if I am no longer the heir of the Chemosi family, I can still support you."
He spoke subtly, but Wen Xiaoman knew that with his past ability and vision in leading a top North American conglomerate, even after leaving the family, the spare money he mentioned was something that ordinary people could never achieve in a lifetime.
That prestigious status, to him, was perhaps just an empty title.
Seeing that she still couldn't stop crying, Qiao Sinian quickly added, "By the way, don't forget, you're a little rich woman now. All the shares and profits of Manman Dessert are in your name. You're now the real President Wen."
His words, half comforting and half joking, not only failed to stop Wen Xiaoman's tears, but instead made her cry even harder.
Wen Xiaoman hugged him tightly, buried her face in his chest, shook her head vigorously, and choked out, "No...no...it's not that I'm afraid you can't afford to support me...I don't care if you have money or not..."
She looked up at him through teary eyes, her eyes, washed clean by tears, were exceptionally clear and bright, filled with the purest emotions.
"Even if you're not the heir to the Chemosi family, it doesn't matter. What I care about has never been your status..."
“If you don’t have money, I can support you. I can go out to work and take on odd jobs. I will work hard to support you and Xiao Ayan.”
She loved him for who he was, and it had nothing to do with his status or wealth.
What truly saddened her was that Qiao Sinian had given up his original identity and status for her sake.
How can she ever repay this love?
Hearing her say "I'll take care of you," Qiao Sinian's eyes also reddened. He stretched out his arms and hugged her even tighter.
His eyes were moist. He lowered his head, his chin gently brushing against the top of her head. His voice was muffled, tinged with heartache: "Silly girl, I was afraid you'd overthink things, that's why I didn't tell you. I didn't expect it would still make you sad..."
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, Xiaoman. I didn't know before that during the time I was unconscious and left you behind, you were working three jobs to barely support yourself and Xiao Ayan..."
Wen Xiaoman trembled slightly in his arms, looked up at him with teary eyes, and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
Qiao Sinian raised his hand and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his eyes full of regret: "When we were coming down the mountain just now, the four little ones held my hand and warned me very seriously that I must treat you well. They... told me about all the hardships you went through during that time."
"I'm sorry, Xiaoman. I've caused you and our child so much suffering and injustice... I've failed as your husband and father..."
He pulled her back into his arms, tightening his grip. "It won't happen again. I promise you, I'll never let you suffer or get tired again. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Hearing his promise and feeling the strong heartbeat from his solid chest, Wen Xiaoman could no longer speak. She could only nod vigorously and bury herself deeply in his arms again, as if she wanted to give herself completely to him.
After a while, Qiao Sinian lowered his head, found her tear-stained lips, and kissed them with utmost tenderness and care.
This kiss was devoid of any lust, only filled with heartache, apology, and the joy of regaining what was lost.
He kissed it as if it were a priceless treasure that had been lost and found, with utmost care and tenderness.