The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"Ranran, I've thought a lot these past two days..." Feng Jiajia raised her head, tears still lingering in her eyes, her voice choked a little, but more determined.

"I want to marry Jing Shen... I have always been sure that I love him very much, but I just don't want to get married. I think it's enough for two people to love each other. Why do we need a marriage certificate? However, my parents' sudden departure makes me very scared. I am afraid that if Jing Shen leaves, I will not even be qualified to stay by his side."

She knew that her thoughts had always been a little selfish, but the death of her parents made her re-examine her views on love and marriage.

She didn't want to leave any regrets between herself and Wei Jingshen.

An Ran gently held her hand and nodded.

Sometimes a person's state of mind changes in the cruelest way.

And she is the same.

Jiang Huainian has always said that she wants to have more children. She just thinks that An Qian is too lonely with only one child, and it would be more lively if there were more children at home.

When she witnessed Feng Jiajia facing all this alone, the feeling of collapse and helplessness deeply touched her.

She couldn't imagine how painful and lonely her daughter would be if she encountered such a situation in the future, facing the illness or even death of a loved one alone.

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An Ran came out of the shower and walked to the bed. Feng Jiajia was already asleep, holding the phone in both hands, with dried tears still in the corners of her eyes.

An Ran gently took the phone from her hand. On it was a photo of their family of three, all smiling brightly. Unfortunately, such a scene would never happen again.

Anran's heart was twisted tightly and her nose was very sore.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the kiss does not wait.

She gently tucked in the quilt and stared at Feng Jiajia's sleeping face. The face that was once full of vitality and smiles now looked so pale and fragile.

Heartbroken, "It will all pass."

early morning.

Although An Ran was physically tired, she did not sleep well at night. When she opened her eyes, Feng Jiajia was staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Awake? Are you okay?" An Ran turned to look at her.

Feng Jiajia blinked slowly and exhaled deeply, "I'm much better."

Then he forced a smile and said, "I can't let my parents see me looking depressed. They will be worried."

An Ran's eyes darkened and she nodded gently. She couldn't cry, at least not now.

Feng Jiajia needs her, needs her strength and power.

After washing up, the two of them set off for the funeral home.

When Wei Jingshen saw them, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here so early?"

Feng Jiajia walked forward and gently stroked the stubble on his chin. He was usually very vain and would make himself look clean and handsome even at home.

"Enough sleep."

On the other side, Jiang Huainian hugged An Ran, "Are you cold? You feel a little cold."

"You're not cold, you're just tired." An Ran hugged his warm back.

"Fortunately, I feel refreshed when I see you." Jiang Huai said in a young voice.

At this time, An Yunxin and Li Xuehai walked in.

Li Xuehai was walking in front with a lunch box in hand. He was stunned when he saw them. "When did you come back?"

"We arrived in the early morning." An Ran let go of Jiang Huainian and responded with a smile.

An Yunxin paused for a moment, then said, "It's good to come back. Jiajia needs you."

An Ran nodded.

"Jia Jia, Jing Shen, come and eat something. I made chicken soup." An Yunxin greeted everyone.

Feng Jiajia was in better condition today and drank half a bowl of chicken soup.

Wei Jingshen said, "Jia Jia, I have ordered funeral clothes and wreaths. I have selected several cemeteries. Please see which one your uncle and aunt like. Let's take care of their funeral affairs in a couple of days."

Feng Jiajia nodded and whispered, "Okay,"

She held Wei Jingshen's hand and said, "You two should go to the hotel and have a rest. There are still many things that need your help later."

"It's what I should do." Wei Jingshen gently kissed her forehead.

Jiang Huaian and Wei Jingshen returned to the hotel to wash up.

An Yunxin asked An Ran: "Where's Qianqian? Didn't she go through this with you guys?"

An Ran shook her head. "Alex and two nannies are with her. The rain has subsided today, and flights have resumed. My father-in-law and mother-in-law went to France to accompany her."

the next day.

The Lantern Festival has not yet passed, and outside the funeral home, the street lanterns are still swaying, dazzling red, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn white inside the hall, highlighting the fragility and impermanence of life.

Feng Jiajia was dressed all in black and bid farewell to her parents at this time.

She thought she could remain calm, but when she saw her parents being pushed in separately, she still broke down.

Wei Jingshen hugged her tightly. Feng Jiajia knelt on the ground, covering her face. Tears flowed from between her fingers, wetting Wei Jingshen's arm.

The flames in the crematorium are blazing, as if telling the end and reincarnation of life.

When the door of the crematorium slowly opened, she knew that her parents had turned to ashes.

Wei Jingshen accompanied her to collect the ashes. She saved some of them, and Wei Jingshen wanted to make them into jewelry to keep them with her forever. The rest were put into the urn.

In the mourning hall.

Feng Jiajia stood in the middle, trembling all over. She took a few steps back, then slowly knelt down, and knocked her forehead heavily on the cold ground, making three dull sounds.

An Ran couldn't help crying, Jiang Huainian hugged her tightly.

Feng Jiajia knelt in front of the mourning hall for a long time before she was helped up by Wei Jingshen. He gently rubbed her red and swollen forehead and comforted her in a low voice.

Wei Jingshen stared at the photos of his parents in the mourning hall; their smiles were still warm and kind.

He secretly vowed that he would protect Feng Jiajia with their love.

An Ran and Jiang Huainian also walked forward, bowed three times to the mourning hall, and then stepped aside to accompany Feng Jiajia.

Li Hao brought Xia Rui with him, both with heavy faces, as they walked slowly towards the mourning hall and bowed deeply.

Xia Rui gently held Feng Jiajia's hand and comforted her, "You have to be strong so that they can rest in peace in another world."

Feng Jiajia nodded knowingly.

According to superstition, Jiang Jingfei firmly disagreed with her going to the funeral home to pay her respects even though she was pregnant. She felt that she should come to see Feng Jiajia's parents off for the last time, both emotionally and logically.

The mourning hall was crowded and messy, so Li Hao didn't stay there for long. He just sent her to the car and then went back to help.

Many people came to mourn, most of them were my parents’ business partners and colleagues from Feng Jiajia’s magazine.

Words of condolence and comfort fell into Feng Jiajia's ears. She nodded numbly and said thank you mechanically.

An Ran, who was standing by, noticed another detail: Wei Jingshen's parents did not appear in the mourning hall.

Logically speaking, as Feng Jiajia's future parents-in-law, they should appear at such occasions.

She frowned slightly, a trace of worry welling up in her heart, so she turned around and asked Jiang Huainian in a low voice: "Why don't you see Wei Jingshen's parents?"