The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 7286 - 7287

Ten minutes later, Sun Mengmeng walked out of Wuliang Palace cheerfully, holding two amulets in her hands.

At that moment, Xiao Churan was still in a daze outside the hall and didn’t notice anything until Sun Mengmeng approached her.

Sun Mengmeng walked up to her and asked playfully, “Mr. Xiao? What are you thinking about?”

Snapping out of her thoughts, Xiao Churan replied in a flustered tone, “Oh, nothing… nothing. Are you done?”

“All done!” Sun Mengmeng nodded with a bright smile, shook the amulets in her hand, and said, “I’ve already made my prayer. Let’s go back! Can I ride with you?”

“Sure,” Xiao Churan agreed without hesitation, though she remained somewhat absent-minded. Her heart was filled with shock, confusion, and sorrow. She just wanted to return to the office and be alone in silence.

On the way back, Xiao Churan stayed distracted. If not for Sun Mengmeng’s repeated reminders, she might have scratched the car several times.

Once they returned safely to the company, Xiao Churan headed straight to her office. An administrator came over and asked, “Boss Xiao, what time is the meeting today?”

Xiao Churan waved her hand and replied with a troubled expression, “You handle the meeting today. I won’t attend. I’m not feeling well. If anything comes up, make the decisions yourselves. If you’re unsure, just wait—but please don’t disturb me right now.”

Seeing her upset, the administrator quickly responded, “Then please rest in your office for a while, President Xiao. I’ll let everyone know to keep their voices down. If you need anything, just message me on WeChat.”

Xiao Churan nodded. Grateful for the administrator’s thoughtfulness, she said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

She then hurried back to her office and locked the door behind her.

The moment the lock clicked, Xiao Churan broke down and began to cry.

Those bright, expressive eyes looked like a string of crystal-clear beads, with teardrops as large as beans forming a shimmering trail.

Xiao Churan felt a searing pain in her chest, as if her heart were being gripped tightly by invisible hands, making her whole body ache and her chest convulse.

She felt all her strength drain away. Her legs gave out, and she slowly slid down to the floor, leaning against the door, sobbing uncontrollably.

Xiao Churan suddenly recalled a joke charlie had once made. He had asked her what she would do if, one day, she discovered that he had been hiding his identity and was actually a super-rich man.

Back then, she answered without hesitation: she would leave him.

At the time, she thought charlie was just teasing her. She never imagined that, though it seemed like a joke, it had come from deep within his heart.

But in truth, she didn’t want to leave him.

Over the years, with him by her side, she had genuinely felt what it meant to be cared for. At one point, she had even wavered—considering her mother’s suggestion to have a child with charlie early, so they could be a family of three, or even four.

Yet now, what she was facing was not just charlie’s deception—but the enemies who had murdered his parents, and his unwavering path of vengeance.

What choice did she have but to leave?

Even though she loved him, she couldn’t become his burden.

Especially when it was a matter of life and death. No matter what, she had to step aside, so charlie could face everything without hesitation.

But what about the future?

If she left charlie now, would there ever be a chance for them to meet again in this lifetime?

Thinking of this, she choked up, tears welling in her eyes, and said, “charlie, even if we never meet again in the future, you must survive! Promise me you’ll complete your revenge and return to the world as the rightful young master of the Ye family. By then, it won’t matter whether you still carry me—a mere daughter of the Xiao family—in your heart. You’ve endured far too much pain, exhaustion, discrimination, and injustice while living with the Xiao family. If you choose never to see me again, I’ll accept it—but please, just stay alive…”

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Xiao Churan spent the entire day locked inside her office at the company, never once stepping outside. During that time, she neither ate nor drank, sitting silently in her chair, lost in memories of her time with charlie—from their first meeting, to their marriage, and everything up to now.

She had no idea how many times she broke down in tears; her eyes were already red and swollen.

By evening, after all the employees had left for the day, Sun Mengmeng gently knocked on her office door and asked softly, “Boss Xiao, aren’t you leaving work yet?”

Xiao Churan replied, “I’ll leave in a little while. You go on home. Are there any other colleagues still outside?”

Sun Mengmeng answered, “No, I’m the only one left.”

Xiao Churan let out a quiet sigh of relief and said, “Alright, you go ahead, Mengmeng. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay, Mr. Xiao, I’ll head out then.”

Sun Mengmeng gave her a polite goodbye and turned to leave the office. Xiao Churan waited another ten minutes, making sure everyone was truly gone, then slowly dragged her weary body out of the office.

As she looked over the wide, spotless office space, she felt an aching reluctance to leave.

Leaving charlie and hiding her identity would be like vanishing from the world altogether.

When that day came, her design company would have no choice but to close down.

Many projects were still incomplete. In the coming month or so, she needed to work quickly to catch up on progress. Although it wouldn’t be possible to finish everything in a rush, she hoped to at least complete a portion of the work.

For the projects that couldn’t be finished, she would have to make arrangements to refund the project funds and pay the necessary penalties before leaving.

Paying liquidated damages on a large scale might wipe out all the profits the company had earned during this period, but in Xiao Churan’s view, money was no longer the priority.

She drove back to Tomson One alone. Returning to the nearly 200 million yuan mansion filled her with complex emotions.

In the yard was the Rolls-Royce Cullinan that her father, Xiao Changkun, used to drive.

She had once believed that both the luxury house and luxury car were bought with the money charlie earned through Feng Shui consultations.

But now, looking at them again, she realized there had always been a hidden truth she had never known.

With a sigh, she parked the car, opened the door like a soulless figure, and walked into the house.

At that time, Xiao Changkun and Ma Lan were sitting on the sofa. Although the television was on, they weren’t paying attention to it. Instead, both were glued to their phones, animatedly discussing their upcoming trip to the Maldives.

Seeing Xiao Churan return, Ma Lan immediately called out excitedly, “Churan, everyone online says snorkeling in the Maldives is amazing! I’m thinking of asking your dad to take me shopping for snorkeling gear tomorrow. Want to come along?”

Xiao Churan shook her head and replied, “You two go ahead. I’m not interested in those kinds of things. We only have a few days in the Maldives this time. I’d rather take the opportunity to rest and relax.”

Ma Lan smiled and said, “You and your husband are always so busy with work. It’s rare to get a chance for a tropical vacation—you really should unwind. But your dad and I are different. We have nothing to do all day and don’t know where to put our energy. So while we’re in the Maldives, I’m planning a full itinerary! Besides snorkeling, I want to chase dolphins and try deep-sea fishing. They say skilled captains can even take you to see Bryde’s whales, so we’ll definitely go check that out too!”

Xiao Churan nodded but didn’t approach the two of them. She simply said, sounding a bit weary, “Mom, Dad, you can take your time planning. I’m feeling a little tired, so I’ll head upstairs to rest.”

Ma Lan didn’t think much of it and said to Xiao Changkun with a hint of regret, “The island we picked for this trip really is the best in all of the Maldives. The only pity is that we don’t get to take a private jet this time…”

As Xiao Churan walked up the stairs, she overheard her mother’s complaint and felt a surge of frustration.

Her mother had always been this way—obsessed with vanity, bold to the point of recklessness.

She had even dared to transfer funds from charlie’s bank account, which contained tens of billions of yuan. Should she go down right now and demand to know what gave her the nerve to do such a thing?

And hadn’t her mother considered, even for a moment, how humiliating her actions might be for her own daughter?