Wrong Marriage: The CEO's Sweet Bride

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Weiwei appeared at the door at some unknown time, in his arms, still holding the urn tightly.

These two days, no matter who persuaded him, the little guy refused to let go.

At this moment, his big red eyes glared at Chu Linchen angrily, and complained to him of his dissatisfaction: "I don't want Mommy to be buried outside! She wants to be with us forever!"

Chu Linchen looked at his son's cute little face, and felt soft in his heart for a moment.

But soon, he erased this emotion, and said to the child non-negotiably: "This matter has been decided. If you don't want to attend the funeral tomorrow, you don't have to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Weiwei's little mouth suddenly flattened out of grievance, and then he let out a "wow", crying heart-piercingly while holding the urn.

Seeing this, Liu Weilu felt distressed.

He quickly hugged the child into his arms to comfort him, and at the same time glared at Chu Linchen, disappointed and angry.

"Your father is a heartless person! Weiwei, let's go—"

Putting down her anger, she took the child down.

Chu Xu walked up to Chu Linchen, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Understand your mother's feelings. In her heart, Qin Shu has long been her daughter-in-law."

"En." Chu Lin answered with lowered eyes.

Wei He followed Chu Linchen back to the room.

With no one else around, he finally couldn't help but said: "Young Master Chu, I understand that you don't want that unidentified ashes to be hidden in the ancestral tomb of the Chu family. But why didn't you just tell Madam and Xiao the truth?" Where is the young master? Madam looked at you just now, she was really angry..."

"If they know that the ashes are not Qin Shu's, they will definitely ask endlessly. Even I don't know where Qin Shu is now, whether he is alive or dead, how can I give them an answer?"

Chu Lin lowered his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to see the thoughts in his eyes.

In his deep voice, there is still a feeling of regret: "Sometimes, it is a good thing to give up fantasy in time. Blind persistence may not necessarily lead to results."

Wei He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he found that he couldn't comfort the man in front of him at all.

When Chu Shao brought back the ashes that did not belong to Miss Qin from the capital, and concealed the truth from everyone, he was already ready to bear everything alone.

Even if the final result is disappointing and hopeless...he alone bears it.

Including that he deliberately treated the young master coldly in the hall just now, and he just didn't want the young master to go to Kyoto with him, right?

After all, from the day the young master Weiwei got the urn, he clamored to go to the capital with Young Master Chu to find the murderer who killed Miss Qin.

Wei He sighed silently in his heart, bowed and said, "Young Master Chu, rest well, I will deal with the funeral."

"Go."

Chu Lin said calmly.

The next day.

Qin Shu's funeral ceremony was held in Dongping Cemetery.

Except for Mrs. Chu, everyone else in the Chu family has arrived.

Wen Li and Zhang Yifei's family, who had been friends with Qin Shu in the past, naturally also came to the scene. In addition, Xi Lei, Xu Zhouhan, Lin Feng, Xiao Yuan, Mrs. Jin Shang Min, daughter Jin Ziqian, Secretary Fang, etc., as well as Qin Shu's teacher and some of the colleagues she has worked with before.

Yu Ran and Lu Xi also came, but because there were many reporters at the funeral, they couldn't show up directly, so they could only make some disguises and watch the whole funeral from the outside.

"I haven't repaid Ms. Qin properly, but she left like this..." Yu Ran, who was hiding behind the tree, said with tears streaming down her face, and the tears soaked the mask on her face that was used to hide her appearance.

Lu Xi stood beside her, watching her shoulders tremble slightly as she cried, unable to restrain herself.

He raised his hand subconsciously, but paused in midair.

In the end, he withdrew his hand, and said in a calm tone, "You have done a good job of endorsement of Huansheng Scar Cream for free. If she knows about it, she will be very pleased."

Yu Ran gave a low "um", tears still pouring out uncontrollably.

On the other side, as the ashes were buried, everyone mourned in silence.

"Mommy! Mommy—" Weiwei's heart-piercing cry echoed in the crowd, making people feel moved.

The little guy wanted to rush forward to prevent the ashes from being put into the grave, but was stopped by the old housekeeper.

"Young master Weiwei, you can't." The old butler reminded pitifully.

Weiwei didn't care about it, and struggled hard, letting out a whining sound from his mouth.

At this time, a small pink hand grabbed his hand, and Jin Ziqian, who was dressed in a white princess dress, stretched out the other hand to touch his head, and said seriously: "When Mommy divorced Dad some time ago, I am also very sad, and feel that there will be no father in the future. It is Mommy who said that even if Dad is not around, our life will be better again, and now my life with Mommy is really better."

She blinked, looked at Weiwei, and comforted: "Although your mommy is gone, you have to believe that all this will pass soon. So, don't be so sad."

Looking at the little girl who was half a head shorter than him, Weiwei stopped struggling.

It's just that he was still sad in his heart, tilted his head, sniffed and said coldly: "You don't understand at all!"

After finishing speaking, she shook off Jin Ziqian's hand.

"Weiwei..." Jin Ziqian looked at him aggrievedly.

Weiwei ignored her, but he didn't continue to stop the funeral.

However, the little guy had a sad and indignant expression the whole time, as if he was dissatisfied with something.

After the funeral, the crowd dispersed.

The reporters also sorted out the pictures of the scene at the first time, prepared the manuscript, and published the news on the Internet.

……

On the capital side, Qin Shu was checking the reports about his funeral through the mobile webpage.

Looking at the familiar faces in the photos, she felt mixed feelings.

She is still alive, but in the eyes of everyone, she is dead.

If she could, she really didn't want to look at these people who loved her and cared about her, and felt sorry for her...

Qin Shu subconsciously touched the necklace on his neck, and unconsciously thought in his mind that when Yan Jing used the necklace to kill his subordinates, he controlled it through a tablet.

There must be some operating system on that tablet, which is related to this necklace.

Don't know what account and password is needed?

If you have a chance, you can find a way to study that tablet.

Just as Qin Shu was thinking, a message popped up on the top of the phone screen:

Yan Jing: [Come out. 】

The two concise and concise words are as straightforward and forceful as an order, without any euphemism.

Without hesitation, Qin Shu put away her mobile phone, carried a carry-on bag on her back, and greeted Xin Bao'e who was sitting at the opposite desk: "Bao'e, I'll go out for a while."

Xin Bao'e didn't seem to hear it, her eyes were fixed on the phone, lost in thought.

Qin Shu took a step closer to her, only to realize that she was also watching the news of his funeral.