Chapter 3: Home Sweet Home
Ying Yue knew he would be gone before she opened her eyes. She sighed as she sat up on the bed. It was seven in the morning and no trace that he was ever there beside a slight pain between her legs. She knew any other sane person would have been freaking out by this time, but her thought process has always been different and she hated reminiscing more than anything, so she got up, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.
She didn't want to think about the strange encounter or wonder if she was going to ever meet him again. She decided to just go with the flow of life, confident that she would see him again.
After getting ready in a pair of comfortable jeans and a cameo t-shirt with her olive green bomber jacket, she packed her bags and called the reception to vacate the room. She had a long journey back to China. She had already packed the things she needed the most from her home in Switzerland and sent them to China. Her quaint little house will be taken care of by a cleaning service agency.
She had a two hour journey by car to Leonardo da Vinci International Airport in Rome, from there a twelve hour flight, and then a two hour ride to her ancestral home. She was looking forward to the ride though, it would give her the time and quiet to clear her head and put her heart at ease. She made a vow to herself to stop thinking about the past. She was going to launch the next amazing line of cosmetics, and that was the only thing that needed to be at the forefront in her brain. She smiled a little as she took out her iPod and noise cancelling headphones as she settled herself in the cab.
——————————————————————————————————————————————————
In The Huo Ancestral Home
" When will she be here?" Asked the Elder.
" Her flight has landed. She is currently in customs. Uncle Yin is in the airport waiting for her to come out. She will be here for dinner. " Explained the handsome young man standing beside his grandfather in his study.
"Her room?" Huo Chen asked glaring at Huo JianLong.
" The western wing has been renovated according to her current preferences. Her personal garden is flourishing as always. The things she sent has already been unpacked and arranged. Her favourite foods are being prepared for the dinner." He then continued to give a detailed report on the renovations he had done on his cousin's part of the house.
The Elder nodded his head as if he was satisfied. He would never accept it before anyone that he was nervous. Nervous about seeing his one and only granddaughter. It was not a secret that he adored her, only her.
He waved his grandson away, satisfied that everything has been prepared. He looked at the back of his grandson and squinted a little.
He did like Jian Long, and knows he should treat him better. But it was just that he was the son of a mistake he would rather forget forever. He sighed. There were only two things he has ever regretted in his life, betraying his wife's trust and breaking his granddaughter's heart. He sighed knowing that he cannot undo either of those mistakes. Both the ladies he loved were far too stubborn, prejudiced and slow to forgive as well. His wife died resenting him, and he was afraid that he would die before his granddaughter forgives him.
He took out his pocket watch and opened it to look at the portrait inside. It was a photo of a beautiful woman who smiled without a care in the world, her eyes crinkled and her corkscrew brown hair was tied back with a scarf. There was a scar running down the right side of her face, but it did not detract from her beauty.
" I will be joining you soon my dear. I hope to get your forgiveness at least then. I just have to make sure our granddaughter is happy before I come to you." He said in a weary voice. He was not afraid of death, he was ninety years old, and was ready to move on from this life, he was holding on to his detonating body just on sheer will, just so he can make things right with Ying Yue.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
sind_
sind_ Please let me know your thoughts and vote :)
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone