Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fu Jingchuan didn't want to continue this topic, so he just said: "Cremation at nine o'clock, funeral at ten o'clock, will you go?"

"Go."

"Then go change clothes. We'll leave at eight o'clock."

Fu Jingchuan returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

He and Fang Fei didn't live here for a long time, but when they opened the bedroom, the things that happened in this room before still flashed before their eyes.

Memories used to be the happiness of aftertaste, but now they are the pain of loss.

He went to the bathroom and took a cold shower, hoping to clear his confused head with water that was a few degrees below zero, but under the shower, he recalled that they were fighting in the bathroom, leaving water stains all over the bathroom. picture.

I quickly finished my shower and almost escaped from the bathroom. I took out the most formal black suit from the closet and put it on the bed, paired with a tie of the same color.

Qiao Shan went to help him deal with work and personal property sorting. He drove Aunt Juan to the funeral parlor in his car.

When they arrived at the funeral home, there was still half an hour before the cremation. Fang Fei was wearing black clothes and kneeling on the futon. When someone brought flowers or burned incense to pay homage to the deceased, Fang Fei would kowtow in return.

Fu Jingchuan looked at Fang Fei's increasingly thin and pale face, and finally asked the staff for a futon, placed it opposite Fang Fei, and kowtowed to the guests who came to pay their respects.

Fang Fei didn't expect him to do this, so she was shocked and angry and motioned for him to get up with her eyes, but he turned a blind eye.

The subsequent process was like a family member taking the initiative to do something.

When no one was around, Fang Fei whispered to Fu Jingchuan to stop doing such meaningless things.

Fang Fei said: "Don't think that if you take the initiative to do something to please me, I will forgive and accept you again. What you do will only make my mother's spirit in heaven hate you even more."

"I have never had such an idea," Fu Jingchuan said, "I just want to do what I can to help you. As for Auntie, she is right to hate me."

Fu Jingchuan said and went to do other things. Fang Fei looked at him busy and deliberately turned her head away.

At nine o'clock, Yang Shilin, filled with flowers, was pushed for cremation. Fang Fei held on to her for a time and refused to let go. Later, Zhou Weiwei and Dai Hongyi came to pry her fingers off, and the staff were able to push her away.

The process of waiting for the cremation was even more heart-wrenching and torturous. Forty or fifty minutes later, the staff asked the family members to bury the ashes.

Fang Fei had made a lot of mental preparations in the past two days, but when she saw such a big person with only some relatively large bones left burned, tears still blurred her vision.

Seeing that she was reluctant to take action, the staff urged her to hurry up because there were people waiting in line behind her.

Fu Jingchuan stood beside him and saw that Fang Fei's hands were shaking, so he said he would pretend.

"No, you are not my mother. I will do it myself."

Fang Fei didn't remember how she packed the ashes, or even how she went to the cemetery.

She only remembered that she held her mother's urn and rushed to the cemetery in Zhou Weiwei's car. It snowed a lot along the way and the road was slippery. Fortunately, she arrived safely.

Cemetery staff were already waiting at the scene and asked her to put the urn in after some rituals.

She still held on tightly and refused to let go. Later, the staff said that missing the auspicious time would be bad for the deceased, so she had to put it in.

When the workers began to cover the soil, she suddenly squatted on the ground, eager to dig out her mother.

But she knew she couldn't...

In the end, she personally held the last handful of soil and erected the tombstone with the staff.

Finally, there were flowers and drinks. When all the procedures were completed, the snow started to fall even harder.

Zhou Weiwei asked Fang Fei to go back. Fang Fei shook her head: "I want to stay with my mother alone for a while. You can go first and call the others to go too."

Zhou Weiwei stepped forward one by one and asked everyone to go back first. Fu Jingchuan wanted to stay, but Zhou Weiwei shook her head at him: "Leave her alone for a while. She needs space to be alone now more than company."

Fu Jingchuan finally followed the crowd and left the cemetery. When he arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, he asked Dai Hongyi to drive Aunt Juan back first, and also asked Zhou Weiwei to go back first, saying that he was waiting for Fang Fei.

Zhou Weiwei was reluctant: "She definitely doesn't want to talk today, let alone see you. I'll stay with her. You can find her again when she feels better."

"Then let's wait together. If she doesn't want to get in my car, I'll leave."

Zhou Weiwei knew that Fu Jingchuan was a stubborn master who could not bring back dozens of cows, so she let him go.

Before Dai Hongyi left, he looked at Zhou Weiwei meaningfully and drove away.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Fu Jingchuan was worried that Fang Fei's body would be unable to bear it if she stayed up there for too long. He was about to go up and take her down when he saw a car approaching.

When he saw who it was, Fu Jingchuan's eyes immediately became alert.