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

Fang Fei's flight abroad is scheduled to take off the day after tomorrow.

On the third day after landing, the competition will be held.

In order not to let the time difference affect her performance, Fang Fei adjusted the time difference in advance and followed the schedule of the competition venue.

So in the past few days, she has been sleeping during the day and working at night.

Fu Jingchuan and Aunt Juan both supported her, so they rarely went to the second floor during the day. Even downstairs, they would control the decibels.

Fang Fei just slept from 8 am to 4 pm that day. For the convenience of life, Fu Jingchuan placed a refrigerator and coffee machine in the small living room on the second floor.

She was still a little tired when she woke up, so she went to the living room on the second floor to make a cup of coffee, frothed milk, and made latte art for the coffee.

She didn't like coffee before. She always felt that it was a drink favored by the petty bourgeoisie and above. Her only need was to quench her thirst. She usually drank mineral water or even boiled tap water and drank it cold.

After studying abroad for graduate school, Professor Smith loved drinking coffee. She made it every day and taught herself the art of latte art.

During the practice, I felt that pouring coffee was too wasteful, so I slowly learned to drink it, and as I drank it, I fell in love with it.

This time, Professor Smith was the judge for the competition. She had to make another cup of coffee for him, so today was just practice.

So she made coffee for Aunt Juan and the two bodyguards, and also made beautiful maple leaves, hearts and puppy designs respectively. As soon as she finished it and served it to them, Fu Jingchuan came back.

"Hey, I'm making coffee, can I make you a cup too?"

The corners of Fu Jingchuan's lips curled up slightly: "No, I have something to tell you. Follow me upstairs."

Fang Fei's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He was obviously very serious, but he pretended to be relaxed. This showed that what he was about to say was quite serious.

Arriving on the second floor, Fu Jingchuan saw that Fang Fei hadn't drunk her coffee yet, so he asked her to drink it first.

Fang Fei shook her head: "You go ahead and say it."

"After listening, you may not be in the mood to drink anymore."

"It's okay, just say it."

Fu Jingchuan took a deep breath: "Ding Wenqi is dead."

Fang Fei had heard clearly what Fu Jingchuan said, but she couldn't help but confirm once more: "What did you say?"

Fu Jingchuan repeated: "Ding Wenqi, she is dead."

Fang Fei had been worried about this situation since Ding Wenqi's cerebral hemorrhage, but now that it had really happened, she still couldn't accept it.

"When did it happen?" She looked at Fu Jingchuan.

"Around three o'clock this afternoon."

Fang Fei suddenly fell down on the bed: "How could she die? If she died like this, then it would be impossible for me to figure out the cause of my mother's death in this life, and I would still blame myself and feel guilty for her death."

Fu Jingchuan walked up to Fang Fei: "We are all dead. Let's just accept this fact. Don't get into trouble. After all, we have done what we should do."

Fang Fei pursed her lips and took a deep breath: "That's all we can do. When will we offer condolences?"

"Probably the day after tomorrow."

Fang Fei nodded: "I'd better go there then. Even if Fang Zhiguo is not my biological father, he is a father for a day and a father for a lifetime. No matter what you say, Ding Wenqi is also my stepmother."

"Okay, I'll accompany you then."

Fang Fei hummed, and then thought of another thing: "Have you notified Fang You?"

"You should have been notified. Fang You is Ding Wenqi's only daughter and will come to see Ding Wenqi off for the last time."

Fang Fei pursed her lips: "I used to hope that her condition would get better, but now I hope that she will get better slowly, preferably completely unconscious, so that she doesn't have to be sad, let alone bear any grief."

Fu Jingchuan rubbed Fang Fei's shoulders: "She should be the same as before, still unable to remember anyone."

Fang Fei counted the time.

Her flight was in the evening the day after tomorrow, and the funeral was usually held in the morning, so it was still a rush. After the funeral, she went directly to the airport, which was just the right time.

Fu Jingchuan had the same plan, asking Fang Fei to pack her luggage and put it in the trunk, and take her directly to the airport after the funeral.

Because of Fang Zhiguo's bankruptcy and drug addiction, many people had cut off contact with him. The funeral was held in a deserted manner, with a few people here and there.

Fang Fei originally planned to burn the paper, add incense and leave, but there were too few people. In addition, Ding Wenjun looked sad and apologized to Fang Fei for what happened before, and asked her to stay and see Ding Wenqi off for the last time.

Ding Wenjun also said that although Fang You came, he either stood still or ran around talking nonsense. If Fang You couldn't help Ding Wenqi, he would have to trouble her.

It was such a ridiculous thing to support the soul of the enemy who killed her mother, but she had a guilty conscience and finally agreed out of soft-heartedness.

Fang Fei personally conducted the funeral for Yang Shilin and was familiar with all the procedures. When the condolence was over and Ding Wenqi's body was pushed to be cremated, Ding Wenjun went to the car and took Fang You out.

Fang Fei was fatter than before. Wearing a black suit, several places sewn with threads felt like they would explode.

Compared to her clothes, her face is even more eye-catching.

She always lowered her head, sometimes talking to herself, sometimes pointing at someone and laughing, or biting her fingers and talking to herself.

Fang Fei couldn't bear to look at it, so she looked away and heard the staff of the crematorium shouting: "Family members, come here, you can collect the ashes."