Rebirth of the rich and powerful daughter of the embroidered daughter

Leaning against the side of the bed, with his head tilted, he gradually became sleepy after suffering, and unconsciously squatted on the side of the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the bright sun shone in, casting a faint warmth on her body.

She woke up sleepily and rubbed her sleepy eyes habitually.

Looking back, seeing that it was already bright outside, she immediately stood up staggeringly.

Just about to check the time, the phone rang.

Seeing that the flickering call was Huo Nanting, Ye Junxin was stunned for a few seconds, and when he recovered, the call stopped.

Ye Junxin didn't bother to call back, picked up the phone and hurriedly left the room.

Thinking of the funeral, she was a little out of her mind. Although the date of the funeral had been set, according to Qing Huan and others' ideas, the funeral could not be simple but solemn, and there were still many things to pay attention to.

I don't know how Qinghuan's preparations are going?

Ye Junxin sat at the dining table absent-mindedly, ate bread and milk for a long time, but Ye Rou who was beside her couldn't see her and started to provoke her again.

"Um...cough...cough..."

Ye Rou let out a meaningful dry cough, and her small eyes were full of evil intentions.

Ye Junxin raised his gaze suddenly, and shot her coldly.

Although she didn't know what medicine was sold in Ye Rou's gourd, she was sure it must be poison.

Ever since she came back to Ye's house, she has always been a thorn in Ye Rou's side, and it is common for the other party to find fault.

It should be commonplace for her, but she just can't swallow her anger every time.

Staring at the disgusted face, Ye Junxin imagined something that shouldn't have happened in her mind, she really wanted to take a knife and slash her face fiercely.

Maybe this can teach her an unforgettable and painful lesson, and she will be honest from then on, otherwise she will cling to her for the rest of her life.

"Sister, Grandma Yingyue is dead, when will the funeral be held?" Ye Rou asked knowingly, her eyes were sly.

Ye Junxin rolled her eyes, completely ignoring her intentions.

Seeing that she had been shut down, Ye Rou remained calm, sighed and said quietly, "Be kind as a donkey's lungs, that's all, that's all..."

Ye Junxin didn't speak all the time, and hurriedly left after breakfast.

Seeing her leave, Ye Rou immediately called Qing Huan.

After confirming that the date of the funeral has not changed, Ye Rou raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh, it seems... this time it's going to be a good show."

"Then I'll wait and see. I want to see what you can do." On the other end of the phone, Qing Huan was very happy. Thinking that she was about to become the owner of Splendid Embroidery Manor with help, she wished she could start immediately. Celebrate with a few bottles of champagne.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Ye Rou's red lips lifted, her smile became even more sinister.

From Qing Huan's mouth, she reconfirmed the time and place of Granny Yingyue's funeral, Ye Rou raised her beautiful eyebrows, and a sly look flashed in her eyes.

She was confident about taking advantage of the opportunity of the funeral to do something this time, and she would definitely let Ye Junxin lose face.

Time passed by in a flash, and it was the day of the funeral.

The mourning hall was set up in the small house that Granny Yingyue liked to go to most before her death. Although it was a little narrow, the indoor environment was simple and unpretentious, just in line with Granny Yingyue's preference before her death.

On the wall in the center, there is a black and white photo of Granny Yingyue, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, showing a familiar kind smile.

Ye Junxin knelt on the side of the coffin, nodding to the guests from time to time in response.

"thanks, thanks……"

Qing Huan stood at the gate of the mourning hall, constantly bowing to the guests to express her thanks.

Suddenly, seeing a figure appearing not far away, Qing Huan's heart twitched.

Ye Rou?She really came.

Qing Huan's lips twitched, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Ye Junxin who was kneeling on the side of the coffin.

It seems that the good show will be staged soon, Jun Xin, I'm sorry, I just want the position of owner...

Qing Huan stared at Ye Junxin for ten seconds, then quickly turned her head away.

"My condolences." Ye Rou came in front of her without any expression on her face.

Qing Huan was startled for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and nodded at her.

Ye Rou stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, staring straight at Ye Junxin next to the coffin, the corners of her mouth slowly raised.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Rou walked into the mourning hall swaggeringly, holding the waist of the water snake.

Ye Junxin's face was gloomy, and when she was sad, she suddenly heard the sound of high heels, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Looking up, the moment Ye Rou appeared, her eyes froze a little.

Ye Rou noticed Ye Junxin's cold gaze, but she still walked towards the photo as if nothing had happened.

Pausing in her footsteps and bowing three times, Ye Rou stared intently at the black-and-white photo, although her expression was heavy, but her heart was full of contempt.

It doesn't matter if you die, anyway, Jinxiu Village will belong to our Ye family sooner or later, and now I'm just helping your senior disciple, handing Jinxiu Village into her hands...

Ye Rou raised her eyebrows, her face was full of sinister smile.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and walked towards Ye Junxin.

Ye Junxin's complexion suddenly darkened, and he looked at her with alert eyes.

Standing up, he stared at her.

"Sister, your gaze scares me a little. I... I shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?" Ye Rou deliberately raised her voice, obviously intending to attract others' attention.

Ye Junxin sneered, her eyes full of contempt for her, "It's fine if my sister really wants to mourn, but I don't think you seem like someone with a heart."

Ye Rou hadn't taken off her sunglasses since she entered the mourning hall, even when she bowed before the posthumous photo.

Ye Junxin was not stupid, she knew that Ye Rou was hypocritical, and that coming to bow in mourning was just a cover, and her real purpose was to provoke trouble.

"Sister, you have wronged me. I came here to attend the funeral sincerely. Although I have nothing to do with Granny Yingyue, she is the one who has taken care of my sister for more than ten years. You are safe until now, I I'm also very grateful." Ye Rou was talking nonsense, her chin raised slightly, full of provocation.

Ye Junxin's face was sullen. She wanted to get angry, but she thought that this was a mourning hall, and with so many guests watching, losing her manners would be another piece of news.

Although Jinxiu Xiuzhuang has been keeping a low profile, Granny Yingyue's death still attracted a lot of media attention, and Qing Huan was in charge of preparing the funeral, she didn't know that there were media people present until she came to the mourning hall.

If the control is not good, the media will catch the close-up of the painful foot every minute, and if she wants to clarify some false reports at that time, she is worried that the description will become darker and darker.

"You are not welcome here, please leave." Ye Junxin frowned, and ordered to dismiss the guest unceremoniously with a low voice.

Ye Rou's smiling eyes were crooked, and she completely ignored her words.

"Jun Xin, it's time to read the eulogy."

At this moment, a friend from Xiuzhuang approached Ye Junxin and reminded her in a low voice.

Ye Junxin narrowed his gaze, nodded his head in agreement.