Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Shang Shixu was hugged and his whole body was stiff, his gentle facial features were blank.

Qin Baichen and Qin Yisheng looked at each other and left tacitly.

"Aamir, I'm sorry for being late and leaving you to face this alone."

A woman's voice of grief, self-blame, and sadness came from behind.

Shang Shixu hugged the woman's waist tightly and buried his face in her belly.

"Mom, I've lost her forever, forever—"

Shang Shixu, who had never cried before, was out of breath and choking while holding Ms. Selina, who had rushed from Italy.

The calmness and calmness of Young Master Shang disappeared, and his whole body was trembling violently.

His grief-stricken cries were like those of a child who had been greatly wronged.

Selina hugged her son tightly, and her sharp, murderous eyes glanced at the tall Italian bodyguards around her.

This was the only time in thirty years that her son showed weakness and would never allow any audience to exist.

The Italian bodyguards, full of ferocious aura, quickly cleared away the people lingering in the merchant hall.

In the blink of an eye, only the mother and son were left hugging each other tightly in the huge mourning hall.

Regardless of her image, Selina knelt on one knee on the ground, held Shang Shixu's pale face, and looked directly into his red, black eyes.

"Aamir, I don't know what you should say. Yes, Chang Qing. I have always known that child. She is a very good girl, very beautiful. Mom feels sorry for you. You should have been together forever. of."

Shang Shixu reluctantly raised the corners of his lips when he heard his mother's approval of Jiang Wan.

His tearful eyes were full of sorrow, and he whispered softly: "She is fine, it is my fault, I pushed her to a desperate situation."

"No, kid, you can't think like that. You missed it. Mom knew you were going to find her before something happened to her. You sent someone to the apartment to pick her up. I know you've tried your best. You can't Take all the blame on yourself.”

Selena noticed that something was wrong with her son. This child had been the most reassuring since he was a child.

But now there was something lifeless about him.

This made Selena feel worried and had a sense of crisis that something might happen to her son.

Shang Shixu's empty eyes were distracted, staring at Selina in front of him in a vague and ethereal way.

He gently put his hand on his heart and said in a low voice: "Mom, my heart hurts so much. It's still beating. I'm still alive, but I can't seem to find the meaning of living. My life goal is with Ah Wan. Die together.”

This was his true inner thought. When he learned about Jiang Wan's death, he felt like the sky was falling.

He never thought that Jiang Wan would leave her, or leave her in such a tragic way that he could not accept.

Selena looked at her grief-stricken son in front of her and knew that what she was most worried about had happened.

She held Shang Shixu's face and said in a deep voice: "Aamir, you can't be like this. Mom doesn't want to be a weak person. It was your father who stopped you, otherwise all this tragedy would not have happened.

Your fault is that you did not have the strong ability to resist, which caused you to miss your true love forever. You will be responsible for this and miss that girl throughout your life. The soul is immortal. There should be someone in the world who will always remember her, right? "

Selina rarely educates her eldest son. He is so sensible that he never makes any mistakes.

Her words were still somewhat selfish. Shang Shixu will always live in pain.

Selena knew this was cruel, but she had already lost her youngest son and didn't want to lose her outstanding eldest son again.

She believed that all grief would fade away with the passage of time.

Why couldn't Shang Shixu hear Selina's worries? The corners of his lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc.

He held Selena's hand and said softly: "I will not commit suicide. I will live well. This is my punishment."

He will not die to escape the fatal mistakes he made.

"That's good."

Selina breathed a sigh of relief.

She hugged Shang Shixu again and said sadly, "Aamir, I'm very worried about you. Please come with me this time."

Over the years, Selina has never given up on letting her son return to Italy with her and return to her own kingdom.

This time Shang Shixu did not refuse, but he also did not agree and fell into endless silence.

Selena hugged him, her flaming red lips curved into a slight smile.

She was patient enough to believe that her son would not stay in this sad place anymore.

Merchants are representatives of the rigid and stubborn Chinese aristocracy.

They pay too much attention to the glory of the family and the rigid inheritance of the family, which makes them lose their interesting soul.

Selena stroked her son's short hair and said softly: "Mom will always be by your side. We will discuss this topic after Ms. Jiang Wan's funeral."

"thanks Mom--"

Shang Shixu was deeply moved by his mother's tolerance and support.

But this touch was not enough to alleviate the grief in his heart.

Selena looked at the stunning black and white photo of classical gentleness in the mourning hall.

She let go of Shang Shixu, lowered her head and placed a loving kiss on his forehead.

"Mom won't disturb your final reunion with her. I hope you can get over your grief as soon as possible."

Selena let go of her son, turned around and left with a dash of steps, her high heels being stepped on like combat boots.

Shang Shixu looked at his mother's back as he came and went in a hurry, his throat rolled, and there was something suppressed in his heart that he could no longer suppress.

He held his hand tightly on the armrest of his wheelchair, and the veins on the back of his hand were stretched.

In the silent hall, the crunching sound can be clearly heard.

After a long time, Shang Shixu controlled the wheelchair and turned to face the crystal coffin not far away.

He pressed the forward button and the wheelchair slid towards the crystal coffin.

Jiang Wan was lying in a luxurious crystal coffin. Her heavy makeup covered up her gentle face, giving her a bit of a fierce look.

A hand with sharp bones caressed her face.

The movements were incredibly gentle, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sleeping beauty.

A drop of water fell down and soaked the collar of Jiang Wan's festive classical wedding dress.

A soft, inaudible voice sounded in the quiet space.

"There is a sentence that is nine years, eleven months and twenty-eight days late for you."

"Mrs. Shang, I like you so much."

Tears streaked down Shang Shixu's pale face, falling on the corners of his lips that curved sadly.

He supported the armrest of the wheelchair, stood up on one good leg, leaned forward and kissed Jiang Wan gently on the corner of her lips.

"Mrs. Shang, can you give me a chance?"

"Please wait for me, it won't be too long -"

The humble prayers and suppressed cries make people feel the heart-piercing pain of Shang Shixu.

The disabled lone wolf, whose eyes were completely silent, leaned against the crystal coffin filled with the aura of death, his figure as motionless as a sculpture.

*

The country of Sulla.

Jiang Wan didn't know that Shang Shixu held a grand funeral for her.

Little did she know that it was a grand wedding for her to marry Shang Shixu.

At this time, she was lying in Fu Jiuqing's arms and took a luxury motorcade to the Saint-Louis Club.