My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 270 You won't mistake me for a substitute for your deceased wife, will you?

Chapter 270 You won't mistake me for a substitute for your deceased wife, will you?

Standing before the tombstone, Tan Haoyu's expression was calm as he slowly began to recount his story: "My wife was at home preparing for childbirth. A month before her due date, I suddenly received a assignment to go on a business trip to the north. Thinking I'd be back soon, I rushed off. But when I returned, all I found were her ashes. Her family told me she'd been in a car accident on her way to visit a friend and was seriously injured. Her last wish when she died was to save our child..."

Zhu Ziqing listened quietly, and at that moment, she understood the deep sorrow hidden in Tan Haoyu's heart.

She could imagine that when Tan Haoyu left home, his beloved would still be smiling and telling him to wait for him to come home, but when he returned, he would find that his beloved had turned into a pile of ashes. How unforgettable that despair must be.

She couldn't help but feel more sympathy and understanding for Tan Haoyu, and the misunderstanding she had about him seemed to quietly dissipate at that moment.

Zhu Ziqing stood to the side, quietly observing Tan Haoyu.

Today, Tan Haoyu wore a snow-white shirt, his posture was straight, like an ancient pine tree, his temperament was noble, and he seemed to have his own light.

Zhu Ziqing's gaze was unconsciously drawn to him, but as she looked at him, she sensed the loneliness and pain deep within Tan Haoyu's heart through his dazzling appearance.

Zhu Ziqing sighed softly. She had grown up in a relatively simple environment and had no experience in love. Her understanding of love mostly came from other people's stories.

In her mind, love is like a double-edged sword. It can be a person's strongest armor, giving endless strength and warmth, but at the same time, once lost, it can become the sharpest weakness, piercing the heart.

Then look at Tan Haoyu, he lost his beloved wife "Zhu Ziqing", who was the most precious thing in his life.

His wife once gave him countless beautiful memories, but now, everything was silently destroyed in that accident.

On ordinary days, Tan Haoyu still stands out in the crowd, like the brightest star in the night sky.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that his body seems to be covered by a thin layer of ice, emanating a chill that makes people hesitant to approach him.

Zhu Ziqing could imagine the torment he was enduring.

The most desperate and helpless situation is when a wife smiles gently and says she'll wait for him to return before he goes on a business trip, only to find that he has passed away when he finally comes back.

What's even more cruel is that the real Zhu Ziqing is standing right in front of him, so close that he could almost reach out and touch her, yet she has no memory of the past and doesn't remember him.

Tan Haoyu spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if coming from the deepest part of his heart: "Ziqing, do you know? I wanted to share every moment of our child's growth with her. We made a promise to take a family photo after she was born, but now, that wish will never come true..."

Zhu Ziqing listened quietly, her heart filled with sadness. She wanted to reach out and pat Tan Haoyu on the shoulder to offer him some comfort, but she knew clearly that she did not have the right to do so.

As they were talking, Tan Haoyu suddenly looked at Zhu Ziqing, his eyes filled with a complicated expression: "Ziqing, tell me, should I forget her?"

In fact, Tan Haoyu already had the answer in his heart. He didn't really want Zhu Ziqing's answer; he was just using this question to express his inner turmoil.

Zhu Ziqing was somewhat at a loss for words when he asked her questions. She was still confused about Tan Haoyu's motives for bringing her to see his deceased wife.

In her opinion, Tan Haoyu should try to look forward and not live in the shadow of the past forever.

Just as Zhu Ziqing was pondering how to respond, Tan Haoyu suddenly stepped forward, staring intently at her with burning eyes: "Ziqing, actually, I've fallen for you, and I want to pursue you."

These words were like a bombshell, instantly creating a storm in Zhu Ziqing's heart. She was so shocked that her head was buzzing, and she never expected Tan Haoyu to suddenly confess his feelings.

Zhu Ziqing composed herself and quickly calmed down.

She knew in her heart that Tan Haoyu might have acted this way because she resembled his deceased wife in some ways.

But she absolutely refused to be someone else's substitute. So, she looked firmly at Tan Haoyu and said resolutely, "Mr. Tan, I'm sorry, I can't accept your pursuit. I don't want to be anyone's shadow. I hope to have a unique relationship as my own."

Zhu Ziqing's resolute refusal was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Tan Haoyu's heart.

Tan Haoyu felt his heart tighten suddenly, and his breath stopped for a moment.

His burning gaze was fixed on Zhu Ziqing's face, as if he wanted to see right through her.

"Ziqing," Tan Haoyu's voice was low and trembling slightly, "Give me another chance, are you really unwilling to start something with me?"

He screamed in his heart, "This Zhu Ziqing, whether she is the one who loved him deeply in the past or the one in front of me who knows nothing about the past, is still my Zhu Ziqing. I am willing to give up everything and pursue this new her again."

Tan Haoyu felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

He noticed the several restless suitors around Zhu Ziqing, and a sense of crisis surged towards him like a tide.

No, he must act quickly.

As for Zhu Ziqing, she wanted to refuse again decisively, but when she raised her head and met Tan Haoyu's expectant and affectionate gaze, her throat felt like it was choked by something, and she couldn't say the words of refusal.

She was struggling internally. Reason told her she couldn't agree so easily, but her emotions were quietly taking over.

In the end, reason prevailed, and Zhu Ziqing slowly shook her head, her eyes filled with helplessness.

Seeing this, Tan Haoyu urgently reached out and grabbed Zhu Ziqing's shoulders tightly, his hands trembling slightly. "Ziqing, please, give me a chance to pursue you."

Just as Zhu Ziqing was about to refuse, Tan Haoyu quickly interrupted her, "Let's get to know each other. If you feel it's not right, you can end our relationship anytime, okay?"

Zhu Ziqing bit her lip and refused again, saying, "President Tan, this is not fair to you."

Tan Haoyu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

His gaze instantly softened, and his voice became seductive and alluring, as if possessing an irresistible magic. "Ziqing, give each other a chance, okay?"

Zhu Ziqing felt her heart suddenly race, and her gaze was involuntarily drawn to Tan Haoyu, her inner defenses beginning to crumble.

"Try it..." Zhu Ziqing blurted out these two words as if possessed. As soon as the words left her mouth, she was shocked and a sense of worry rose in her heart. Could it be that Tan Haoyu still regarded her as a substitute for his deceased wife?