Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Seeing her extremely sad and aggrieved, Qiao Zhanbei's heart ached. He looked at Tang Wanzhou and persuaded him, "Mom, don't—"

Tang Wanzhou was lying on the hospital bed, watching them, her eyes gradually lost their luster, like a dying candle, with only a little star-sized light left, which gradually went out.

She closed her eyes forever.

"Mother Joe..."

Ye Mian's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and she sobbed.

Qiao Zhanbei hugged her shoulders, rubbed her shoulders, and comforted her silently.

Ye Mian leaned on Qiao Zhanbei, watched the doctor come, performed several checks on Tang Wanzhou according to the procedure, and then declared her clinical death.

Tang Wanzhou is the daughter-in-law of Qiao's parents. Her mourning hall is located in the main villa of the Qiao family in Xishan. That evening, everyone in the Qiao family came to express their condolences.

At the gate of Qiao's villa, luxury cars gathered.

Both Qiao Zhanbei and Ye Mian were wearing pure black suits with plain faces. He had a white chrysanthemum on his chest, and she had a white daisy on her head.

They stood on both sides of the mourning hall and kept bowing to the relatives who came to mourn.

The gray-haired Grandma Qiao was helped into the mourning hall by Grandpa Qiao and the servants. Ye Mian saw her, and after bowing, she couldn't control her emotions and hugged her.

The old man has not recovered from the pain three years ago, and it is so distressing to suffer from the grief of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

"Good boy... don't be sad..." Mrs. Qiao comforted her.

Tears glistened in the old man's dim eyes.

"Grandma, take care too. When mom passed away, she was very peaceful, so I'm sorry." Ye Mian comforted her.

"My old lady has lived such a long life. She has experienced all kinds of ups and downs. She can stand it. Don't worry about me. Zhanbei, help your mother have a beautiful funeral. She will be strong all her life." Qiao The old lady lifted her spirits and said in a full-fledged manner.

"Grandma, don't worry, we are already making arrangements." Qiao Zhanbei said, and asked the servant to help the old lady into the house to rest.

Seeing grandma's strong appearance, Ye Mian felt even more distressed.

"Don't be sad, go eat something." Qiao Zhanbei wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and whispered.

It was dark now.

Ye Mian looked up at the man with a black body, a serious face, a mature and stable man, and shook her head slightly, "I'm not hungry."

"Go and eat if you're not hungry, there won't be any more people coming tonight." He persuaded.

She still shook her head, and said softly: "I can't eat now, leave me alone, go and greet grandpa and second uncle."

Qiao Zhanbei didn't force her anymore.

Late at night, Qiao Zhanbei returned to the mourning hall after seeing off his relatives.

The mourning hall was only lit with two long burning lamps, and the light was dim. She was dressed in black, with a slender figure, kneeling upright beside the coffin head.

He has never seen her sad like today before. She and Ms. Tang have always been like mother and daughter. While sad, there is also helplessness, right?

Ye Mian looked at Tang Wanzhou's posthumous photos, recalling how she took care of her in the past. She was full of gratitude. She wondered if she and her mother had already met in another world at this time.

The strong smell of smoke was pungent, she turned her head and met Qiao Zhanbei's perfect profile.

He knelt on the futon, lit three sticks of incense, bowed and bowed, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Calm and composed as always.

From Qiao's mother's death to now, she hasn't seen him shed a single tear.Not crying doesn't mean not sad.

Thinking that he is like her now, a person without parents, her nose felt sour.

"Smoking a lot? Brother Qiao, I'm sorry." She looked at him and said distressedly.

Qiao Zhanbei met her face, and could see that she was comforting him.

"Those elders are heavy smokers. It's hard not to smoke when socializing with them. I'm fine. I'm sorry for you. Your eyes are swollen like walnuts." He said softly.

"My eyes are really sore and swollen now, and they still hurt a little. The last time I cried like this, it was..." The day you mentioned divorce to me.

The second half of the sentence was stopped by her in time.

"When grandma passed away." She added, pursing her lips and smiling slightly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Qiao Zhanbei freed his arms, wrapped her shoulders, hugged her, comforted her, and cared for her wholeheartedly.

Ye Mian circled his waist with her backhand, and also hugged him.

"It's getting late, you don't need to guard here, go upstairs to rest." He persuaded softly.

"No, I want to stay with you and guard mom, Brother Qiao, I will always be with you from now on." After saying that, she buried her head in his chest.

Although it is a mourning hall, Mother Qiao must like to see their closeness and love.

Listening to her sweet words, Qiao Zhanbei's Adam's apple rolled, and in an instant, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ye Mian, my mother can't hear you now, so you don't have to say that."

Ye Mian froze, she poked her head out of his chest and looked at him.

"Brother Qiao, what I said in the ward this afternoon was not to coax Mommy Qiao. I really want to live a good life with you in the future." She will continue to love him well, take care of him, and depend on him for life.

Seeing him looking at her silently, she said again: "I really don't want a divorce."

Qiao Zhanbei's eyes were deep and complex, filled with various emotions. He hesitated for a moment before saying "Hmm".

Ye Mian let go of him with peace of mind, and continued to kneel straight.

Qiao Zhanbei kept staring at Tang Wanzhou's posthumous photos. After some time, he felt a heavy feeling on his shoulders, and a faint sweet fragrance entered his nostrils.

Beside her, leaning against him, fell asleep.

Today has really worn her out.

Qiao Zhanbei picked her up horizontally, went up to the second floor of the villa, put her on the bed in his previous room, helped her change into a nightgown, and made her sleep more comfortably.

Looking at her sleeping face, I thought of the way she knelt in front of the hospital bed and cried to Ms. Tang for promises in the ward. His gentle eyes dimmed, as if someone had strangled his neck, making it difficult to breathe.

Ms. Tang was too kind to her, and gave her an inheritance that she could not refuse before she died. She must have been very embarrassed, and in the end she could only agree with her body and continue to make peace with him.

Before that, he had also expressed to Ms. Tang that he did not want a divorce.

Qiao Zhanbei returned to the mourning hall with a heavy heart, and continued to watch until dawn.

The next day, it was the funeral.

The Qiao family is a well-known family. This time the eldest daughter-in-law passed away, there was an endless stream of guests who came to express their condolences. Wreaths were lined up for several kilometers from the gate of the villa.

The people who came were all prominent figures from the capital city and even the whole country, and luxury cars were everywhere.

Amidst the mournful music, Ye Mian and Qiao Zhanbei kept bowing to the guests.

The Zhou family was the head of the family, and when Mrs. Zhou came to offer her condolences, she realized that Ye Mian was actually the eldest grandson of the Qiao family.

After a while, Du Bo, the housekeeper of the Qiao family, came to report that the old lady of the Jin family had arrived. Qiao Zhanbei frowned in thought. According to his seniority, the old lady should not have come to mourn Ms. Tang in person.

He asked the housekeeper to invite his grandparents out to meet Mrs. Jin.

The Jin family is a prominent family in the capital, and this old lady Jin was a descendant of the royal family.

After a while, the old lady, leaning on a dragon-headed cane and wearing a gorgeous retro robe, was helped into the gate of the villa.

She is holding a girl in a black lace high-necked dress with her left hand. The girl is wearing a black mask, covering most of her face, only her eyes and white forehead are exposed.

This girl is the granddaughter of Mrs. Jin, Tong Yaoyao.