Super Sweet Alert: The Motivational History of the Temporary Daughter-in-Law

When Shang Zhi saw Ji Weiwei, his whole body froze, and all the emotions rushed into his heart for a moment, including sadness, heartache, longing, and heartache.

He knew that Ji Weiwei was angry and didn't want to see him, he couldn't explain it, and swallowed all the bitterness by himself.

But when he saw Ji Weiwei's pale face, pale lips, and much thinner face, the rest was full of distress.

He didn't know what to say for a while, did he say that he missed her very much, or did he want her to come back to him without any grievances, so that he wouldn't have to sleep at night again, tossing and turning?
Ji Weiwei, who had always felt a scorching gaze, followed her gaze and saw Shang Zhi approaching. He opened and closed his lips, but without saying a word, he slowly stretched out a hand towards her.

The hand that wanted to hold her slowly dropped down on her indifferent expression.

Yue'er felt the dull atmosphere now, she really didn't want her parents to become like this, and remembering that her mother and another uncle could walk in recently, she became even more uneasy.

Yue'er looked up at Shang Zhi with a haggard face and eyes full of pain, and said crisply: "Father."

"Yue'er." Shang Zhi looked down at his daughter, and seeing her worried expression moved him a little. He took a step forward, trying to reach out to touch her little head as usual, but Ji Weiwei stepped sideways to block her.

She even pulled Yue'er behind her to block the sight of the father and daughter looking at each other.

"Mom? You don't want to be like this." Yue'er's voice began to be muffled.

"Yue'er is obedient, don't talk now." Ji Weiwei didn't want to stay for a while, and didn't want to have too much entanglement with Shang Zhi.

She knew how much Yue'er missed Shang Zhi, and she also knew how longing roared in her heart when she saw Shang Zhi again after so many days.

But she could never forget the dead child no matter what.

Every ounce of missing Shangzhi will make her feel more sorry for her child.

She knew that her indifference had hurt him as well as herself, but she just couldn't let go and forget, at least not now, at least not at the child's funeral.

She doesn't know if she can let it go in the future, she has woken up crying countless times in her dreams, dreaming that she was holding that icy cold baby.

"Hmph." Ji Weiwei stopped watching and talking, snorted coldly, picked up Yue'er and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Shang Zhi grabbed Ji Weiwei's arm, blocking her way.

Ji Weiwei glanced at the beautiful hand on the forearm, Shang Zhi's eyes darkened, and she retracted her hand, her fingertips were trembling.

"Sorry," he said.

Ji Weiwei thought, was he saying sorry for blocking the way, or for their child?
Ji Weiwei's voice was light: "You are not welcome here, and I hope you leave as soon as possible."

"This is also my child," Shang Zhi said firmly, "this is also a fact that you cannot deny."

Ji Weiwei was angrily: "Which father in the world would treat his child like this?"

"Believe it or not, I didn't do anything to hurt him!" After saying this, Shang Zhi's voice was full of remorse, "The only thing I regret is that I neglected him too much. This is my last chance to make up for it."

Ji Weiwei looked at him coldly, without speaking.

Shang Zhi continued: "Whether you admit it or not, I have the right to attend this funeral."

"That's up to you." Ji Weiwei didn't continue to dwell on this problem, but just bypassed him and went to the doctor.

Shang Zhi silently followed behind her.

Ji Weiwei found the doctor who was in charge at the time, and the doctor said: "The death certificate has been prepared for you, and it's up to you to make arrangements for the funeral."

The doctor glanced at Shang Zhi unobtrusively, fell silent, took out the death certificate from the filer's house, and was about to hand it to Shang Zhi, when Ji Weiwei took it.

Ji Weiwei looked down at what was written on it. The death certificate included the cause and time of death, as well as the hospital's certification and stamp. A light piece of paper proved a person's final destination.

Ji Weiwei's hand holding the paper trembled involuntarily, as if the paper was so heavy that she could hardly hold it.

Her eyes were clouded, the corners of her eyes began to turn red little by little, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly, which made Shang Zhi feel even more distressed.

He took a step closer, wanting to hug Ji Weiwei in his arms and let her rely on everything.

But she took a deep breath, suppressed all her emotions, pushed Shangzhi's chest away, sniffed, and said to the doctor, "Thank you."

Then Ji Weiwei led Yue'er out, the child's body had been transferred to the largest funeral home, and now she needed to rush there with the death certificate.

Shang Zhi still followed behind her silently. After leaving the hospital, Shang Zhi went to the parking lot to pick up the car, and took the mother and daughter to the funeral home together.

Along the way, Ji Weiwei gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, forcing herself to remain calm all the time, and to take care of the child's funeral.

Yue'er was also very depressed, with her head drooping all the time, she was abnormally quiet, she no longer chattered like usual, she also suppressed her emotions and didn't cry out, fearing that after she cried, her parents would be even more troublesome, After all, both of them are very unhappy now.

Ji Weiwei didn't want to be high-profile, nor did she want the news of her child's death and funeral to be leftovers from the hype, so as soon as she received the news, she rushed to the hospital without stopping to make arrangements.

The purpose is to let the child go quietly, she thought it was only herself and Yue'er, and there is not much Shangzhi now.

Shang Zhi doesn't want others to participate, this is their family's business, there is no need to let others know, and there is no need to let others come to mourn, other people are nothing to him at all.

The two once again had a tacit understanding and chose to handle it in a low-key manner.

Soon we arrived at the gate of the city funeral home.

Dozens of wide steps were built at the gate, and colorful trees were planted on the side, and there were many places where there were garlands for the deceased, with black and white letters on them describing the life of the deceased.

The three of them got out of the car in silence, and came to a hall according to the designated hall number.

It was full of white candles and flowers, and in the center was a glass coffin in which lay their child.

The little child shrunk in that cold coffin, and now he is even more pitiful, and his photo is in front of the coffin.

A group of people bowed in front of the coffin, finished some rituals, and then said some words. At this time, the staff who had been guarding the door said: "Okay, you can send him to the cremation with us."

The staff put a layer of black cloth on the coffin, and then the four of them carried the coffin to the cremation room together.

The staff in the cremation room wore white special work clothes and masks, and took the coffin they sent over.

There are several large boxes in the cremation room. People are put into it, pushed into the fire, and then burned at regular intervals. Finally, a pile of ashes will be put into the prepared urn.

When Ji Weiwei saw her little fleshy child being pushed into the fire to be cremated, she heard the sound of burning skin and flesh, and asked about the burst of burning smell, she collapsed immediately.

Covering her face, she began to cry.

"Woooo."

"My child, he has only been in the world for a few days, and he is about to leave the world in this form."

"Ah-"

She cried hoarsely, like a helpless child who saw a building collapse in an earthquake.

The cry echoed in the cremation room, hitting Shang Zhi's heart one after another.

It was his child after all, it was his flesh and blood after all, how could he not feel pain, how could he not hate?

His child was cremated inside, and his wife was hoarse outside, the most painful thing in the world.

Shang Zhi said with a hoarse voice: "Wei Wei."

Ji Weiwei felt Shang Zhi approaching, and immediately said sharply: "Don't come over!"

Shang Zhi stopped and didn't dare to take a step forward, he was afraid of making Ji Weiwei more excited.

"Why do you care so little about him!" Ji Weiwei choked, "Isn't that your child? Why do you treat him like this! Why?"

"Weiwei," Shangzhi said painfully, "I don't really want to, really."

"My heart hurts too," Shang-Chi said, "I'd rather have myself being cremated inside."

"Stop it, stop it!" Ji Weiwei covered her ears in pain and shook her head, "I won't listen!"

Yue'er cried and sat on the ground, tears falling on the ground one by one like soybeans: "Brother, my brother will never come back again, wow."

"Cough cough—" Ji Weiwei coughed violently, loudly, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

Her body was still weak and hadn't recovered at all. She couldn't accept such stimulation for a while, and her eyes suddenly became dizzy, and her vision began to blur.

Ji Weiwei's figure was wobbly, and when Shang Zhi couldn't help but stepped forward to support her, suddenly an arm wrapped around Ji Weiwei, and Ji Weiwei fainted into that person's arms.

Shang Zhi's hand froze in mid-air again.

"You don't deserve to touch her." It was An Ping who suddenly appeared, "Because someone like you who hurt your own son is not worthy of being a father, nor is she worthy of being her husband."

Seeing the person coming, Shang Zhi frowned and said, "I didn't hurt my son, I, Shang Zhi, would not do such a thing, believe it or not, I said I didn't do it."

Anping snorted coldly: "Boss Shang dared to do it but dare not admit it?"

Shang Zhi stared straight at him and said, "Why should I admit to something I haven't done?"

Anping mocked back disdainfully: "Just like a bad guy never says he is a bad guy, it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not, because the facts are there."

The two men just talk to each other like you, and I talk to each other.

During this period, Ji Weiwei woke up and looked up to see Anping's expression softened, "Why are you here?"

Anping looked down at the woman in his arms, and his figure softened: "I'll take you away."

"it is good."

Ji Weiwei took Yue'er and followed Anping directly.

Shang Zhi's expression was gloomy, and he whispered: "Weiwei, I really don't have one."

The only answer to him was the silent back.