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"I don't care. In short, the master was killed by that unfilial son. Without him, the master would not die, he would not die."

He Jiaomei wept, the delicate makeup on her face was ruined, her body limp and she lay down in front of the coffin, weeping bitterly.

She didn't expect it, but after two days of walking, the master was gone when he came back.

She was young, and came to the master's side when she was in her 20s. Although she was spoiled by nature, it was all because of the master's pampering.

But now, without the master's support, she doesn't know what's the point of staying in the Qu family.

When she was young, she liked the master, and after she learned that the master only used her as a substitute for his ex-wife, she hated him, but she never thought that he would be so close so early.

If seeing old man Qu lying in the coffin in ice-cold state, He Jiaomei would feel that her world has collapsed all of a sudden.

The third young master who was standing on the side heard the conversation between the two of them. He stood silently on the side and slowly approached Mr. Qu's coffin, staring at his father in the coffin and weeping silently.

"dad……"

The third young master of the Qu family is the youngest son in the family, but he is only 25 years old.

At this time, he was kneeling straight beside Mr. Qu's coffin and bowl, looking down at the cold face below, the third young master called softly a few times.

Every sound is full of deep nostalgia and nostalgia.

He didn't know how long it had been since he called him in front of his father, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had a good look at his father's face.

He never thought that he finally came back today and saw his father, but it was the last time he came to see his father.

Even, he couldn't let his father see him for the last time.

He blamed himself and felt guilty in his heart.

Four years ago, after his eldest brother died, he left the Qu family with his beloved.

He hated the constant fireworks at home all day long, and also hated his father's stubborn persistence. After attending his elder brother's funeral, he left here.

But he never thought that when they meet again, they will kneel in front of his father's coffin four years later.

The third young master of the Qu family knelt straight beside Mr. Qu, his tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, but he was already too uncomfortable to cry.

He yelled at Qu's father several times, but he didn't get any response.

In the quiet hall, only his softly trembling call and He Jiaomei's heart-piercing sobbing beside him.

"Dad, wake up, wake up, my son is back, my son is back to see you..."

The third young master looked at the closed pupils with red eyes, and his gaze was fixed on his father's sleeping face. He tried hard to wake up Qu's father, but everything was in vain.

The Third Young Mistress who was standing aside hugged the youngest son in her arms, and then knelt beside the Third Young Master.

She looked at old man Qu with a sob, and sobbed,

"Dad, I brought your little grandson to see you, can you open your eyes and see?"

After she finished speaking with sobs, the hall was still silent.

In the quiet hall, the atmosphere was solemn and heavy.

Lin Weiwei, who was standing at the stairs on the second floor, felt deeply uncomfortable when she saw the scene below.

She didn't know how to face the people below, she didn't know how to face it, she didn't have the courage to go down, but she didn't know what to do.

Steward Cui saw that the third young master's family and the second wife rushed over all night, and seeing them crying for more than half an hour, he couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and said,

"Third Young Master, Third Young Mistress, Second Wife, you have just returned to China, why not go upstairs to rest for a while, and then go downstairs to have dinner after freshening up. I will ask someone to arrange the lunch at noon."

Butler Cui said subconsciously.

However, the third young master who was kneeling beside the coffin bowl said dumbly, "No need, I'll just stay here."

The third young master knelt down in front of the coffin and bowl in despair.

Seeing the third young master like this, Cui Steward also felt uncomfortable, and then he turned sideways to look at the second wife and the third young lady and said,

"Second wife, your body can't stand such a toss, why don't you go upstairs to freshen up and come down later.

Mistress Third, Master Xiaojie also needs to rest, so you can take him upstairs to rest too. "

Hearing what Steward Cui said, the third young lady looked at the crying little son in her arms, and nodded with red eyes.

She helped the second wife stand up from the ground, and comforted her,

"Aunt Mei, don't be too sad. Dad will have an accident, and no one can expect it. You catch a plane all night, go upstairs and have a rest."

As she spoke, the second wife, He Jiaomei, was weeping, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and nodding her head sobbing.

She couldn't stand still, and the third young lady was still holding her youngest son in one hand, leaving her other hand free to support her arm.

Then the two went up to the second floor together.

Just when He Jiaomei raised her eyes to look upstairs with tears in her eyes, she caught sight of Lin Weiwei standing at the stairs.

Wearing a purple wedding dress, slightly messy hair, and tears streaming down her face.

Her thin and small body stood there, as if she was so weak that she would be blown down by the wind at any time, and the appearance of crying tears made people feel distressed.

But it was such a scene, seeing He Jiaomei's eyes, made her heart burst into raging anger!

She raised her hand holding the kerchief, pointed angrily at Lin Weiwei who was standing upstairs, whose body was already stiff with fright, and almost roared angrily,

"You bitch, why are women here?!"

When He Jiaomei's vicious and angry eyes projected in her direction, Lin Weiwei's heart was startled suddenly, she couldn't help but grabbed the handle of the railing, her eyes widened a little in fright, her body stiffened a bit What should I do if I can't react in time.

As if suddenly being targeted by everyone, all eyes were cast in her direction.

Except for the third young master who knelt in front of Old Master Qu, he looked down at his father's face with tears from the beginning to the end, and never moved away.

Lin Weiwei swallowed the bitter liquid in her throat in fear, she was so frightened that she forgot how to react, she just stood stiffly at the railing of the stairs.

The resentful look in He Jiaomei's eyes deeply shocked her heart, and she suddenly felt a little scared.

Before she could react, the second wife, He Jiaomei, had already rushed up the stairs, and she did not know when she had rushed in front of her, and raised her right hand to slap her face fiercely. hand!

A loud bang of [啪] instantly resounded throughout the hall and the stairs on the second floor.

Lin Weiwei couldn't dodge for a while, and she fell to the ground, lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment. The left side of her face was already flushed with burning pain.