Transmigrated as a Rich and Vicious Widow

That night, Chang Qing suffered from insomnia, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Zhang Ma called him early in the morning, afraid that he would not come, "Mr. Lu will be cremated at ten o'clock in the morning, can you come here? At least take a look at him."

Chang Qing's throat became hoarse. He took a few sips of water next to the cabinet, cleared his throat, and replied before Zhang Ma called him, "I'll be right back."

Mama Zhang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him say "come back". She said, "Where are you now? I'll ask Ah Jian to pick you up?"

A Jian is the new driver Lu Xuan recruited.

Chang Qing didn't speak, Zhang Ma had eaten more salt than rice at his age, how could she not know what he was thinking, she immediately said: "I'll let Ah Jian pick you up, you send the location to I."

Chang Qing hesitated for a moment, and sent the location to Mama Zhang.

After hanging up the phone, he took a shower and asked the waiter to buy him a new set of clothes.

Reluctantly tidying himself up, Chang Qing looked at himself in the mirror, and found that his complexion was still ugly, his eyes were red and swollen, his eyes were black and blue, his skin was white, and with such a tired look, the whole person seemed overshadowed .

Unable to meet people at all, Chang Qing patted some cold water on his face, trying to refresh himself, but it didn't help much.

I don't know how long it took, that Ah Jian called him, Chang Qing answered the phone, and left the hotel with a paper bag containing old clothes.

A Jian received him, glanced at his face carefully, and said softly: "How is the temperature of this air conditioner? Will it be cold?"

Chang Qing didn't have much energy, so he just let out a "huh".

Ah Jian couldn't figure out what he meant, and didn't dare to ask, so he reached out and turned up the air conditioner in the car, "It's a bit far here, go to sleep, and you'll be there when you wake up."

Chang Qing was indeed sleepy, after hearing A Jian's words, he closed his eyes without saying anything.

There was a fresh faint fragrance in the car, and Chang Qing remembered that Lu Xuan also had it.

He is a rigorous man in every aspect, and he only uses one type of perfume. Chang Qing doesn't know what it is, but the smell is delicate and light, as gentle as Lu Xuan, and he won't get tired of smelling it for a long time.

Chang Qing opened his eyes, moved his lips, and asked, "What fragrance is this?"

Ah Jian was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Fragrance?"

Chang Qing asked again, and A Jian replied: "This is car aromatherapy. I don't know what it smells like. It smells good. Don't you like it? If you don't like it, I will replace it?"

After a while, Chang Qing said, "No need to change."

A Jian glanced at him in the rearview mirror, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, he thought to himself, his face was ugly enough, wouldn't there be any problem?

Ah Jian hasn't been here for too long, and he doesn't really have much affection for Lu Xuan. After the incident, he didn't have much reaction except for regret, but the people around him who worked with the Lu family were all old people, so The atmosphere of sadness was very strong, and he also felt a little uncomfortable after a long time, and became more and more sensitive, for fear that if he said one more word, others would wipe their tears.

It's better not to say anything than to calmly comfort Jishou Shunbian.

Ah Jian believed so firmly, so he closed his mouth and said as little as he could.

Thinking this way, he looked back in the rearview mirror, and saw Chang Qing leaning against the car window and closing his eyes, he couldn't help but drive the car more slowly, so that he could sleep better.

Chang Qing didn't fall asleep, where could he sleep? He sniffed, feeling the long journey, couldn't help but opened his eyes, and asked, "Aren't you there yet?"

A Jian heard his voice and said repeatedly: "It's almost there."

Chang Qing sat up straight, rubbed his face, and said nothing.

This time, Ah Jian speeded up, and within 10 minutes, he drove the car to the old house of the Lu family.

Chang Qing returned to Lu's house again after a few days, and suddenly felt strangeness everywhere.

Song Jian hardly gave him time to catch his breath, and took him directly to the gate of Lu's house in one breath and stopped.

Zhang Ma had been waiting in front of the door early, and when she saw Song Jian's car approaching, she came to pick him up.

"Ah Zheng ordered an ice coffin and refused to let Mr. Lu be cremated for a long time. You should have come back and told him that it is so hot now, how can you keep it for a long time." Zhang Ma said with a sigh.

It has been a week since Chang Qing left Lu's house, and during this week, Lu Zheng has never allowed Lu Xuan to be cremated.

Chang Qing couldn't tell what it was like. Compared to him, an outsider, Lu Xuan's family was the most painful for Lu Xuan's death. Can he really face them calmly?

Zhang Ma pulled him into the door and took him to Lu Xuan's room, "The ice coffin has been parked at home, and I have been persuading him to bury him quickly. It has been parked for a week, and it has begun to smell a little. If this continues, Mr. Where can I feel comfortable down there?"

Although Mama Zhang was complaining, her tone was full of sadness and sadness. Although birth, old age, illness and death were inevitable, for people of Mama Zhang's age, they were most afraid of white-haired people giving away black-haired people.

She shook her head, and brought Chang Qing to Lu Xuan's room, fearing that he would be uncomfortable being alone, so she purposely stayed with him.

When they arrived at Lu Xuan's room, Zhang Ma closed her mouth, and both of them looked at the ice coffin placed in the middle of the bedroom where the bed was supposed to be.

The upper part of the ice coffin was made of transparent glass, and the air-conditioning formed a layer of indistinct white on the surface of the glass, making Lu Xuan's face somewhat unclear in it.

Lu Xuan put on a brand new suit at this time, and lay straight in the ice coffin, with his hands folded on his abdomen, a ring on his finger was covered with frost, revealing a dim glow between his fingers. shine.

There is plenty of air-conditioning in the bedroom, Zhang Ma seemed to be prepared, she took out a thin quilt and put it on Chang Qing, "...Look at him...I'm going out." Zhang Ma suppressed her voice, for fear of waking him up Like Lu Xuan, after talking to Chang Qing, he gently turned the handle on the door and left.

In this Nuoda bedroom, only Chang Qing and Lu Xuan, who was already lying in the ice coffin, were left.

Chang Qing walked to stand in front of the ice coffin, moved his lips, and said softly, "...I'm sorry."

His self-righteousness, his carelessness, and his laxity all harmed Lu Xuan, and he was really sorry for him.

However, even if these words were uttered, Lu Xuan couldn't hear them.

Chang Qing reached out to wipe the surface of the ice coffin and saw Lu Xuan's face clearly.

At this time, Lu Xuan's eyes were closed tightly, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, but he still maintained his youngest and most handsome appearance.

Chang Qing didn't know how long he had stayed here, he had a lot to say to Lu Xuan, but he couldn't say a single word, thousands of words could only turn into a meaningless "I'm sorry".

It was at this moment that Lu Zheng broke into the bedroom.

Chang Qing was startled, turned to look, and saw Lu Zheng's face.

Lu Zheng's eyes were completely unrested red, his eyes were blue and black, his face was gray and pale, there was a shocking gash on his chin, and there were some green stubble around it, which looked like he had scratched his skin with a razor. No treatment, still bleeding.

Lu Zheng saw Chang Qing, lowered his eyes, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

Chang Qing didn't dare to look at him, and the fingers holding the ice coffin tensed up, turning blue and white.

Lu Zheng walked to his side, stared at Lu Xuan's face, and after a while, suddenly said: "If Mama Zhang doesn't ask you to come back, are you going to leave like this?"

When Chang Qing heard him speak, he lowered his head as if overwhelmed, "No."

Lu stared at it, but didn't speak.

After a while, he said again: "Brother is cremated at ten o'clock, have you talked to him?"

"……Um."

Lu Zheng stretched out his fingers and wiped the surface of the ice coffin, "... What did he say in the end?"

Chang Qing raised his face and met Lu Zheng's face. Lu Zheng looked at him, his scarlet eyes looked straight at him, and asked repeatedly: "What did he say in the end?"

Chang Qing looked away and looked down, "...he said, don't look at him, he doesn't hurt, he's fine."

Lu Zheng suddenly laughed, "That's all he said?"

So... so gentle until death, Lu Zheng's smile was also tingling, and it froze after only a few smiles.

Chang Qing remained silent, his fingers tightening on the edge of the ice coffin.

The atmosphere became heavy again.

After a while, Lu Zheng said, "He is a good brother."

"……Um."

"And a good husband, isn't he?"

Chang Qing raised his eyelids, stared at Lu Zheng, and gave a heavy "hmm", "He's fine."

Lu Zheng smiled, it was a relieved and relaxed smile, he whispered: "He has been tired for half his life, it is time for him to take a good rest."

It was exactly ten o'clock, and the funeral home called by Lu Zheng took away Lu Zheng's body for cremation, and Chang Qing also lived back in Lu's house.

Neither Lu Shi nor Lu Hua wanted to meet people, so Chang Qing didn't see them.

After a sleepless night, the next morning, Lu Xuan's funeral began.

Both Chang Qing and Lu Zheng were dressed in black, and they witnessed the whole process of Lu Xuan's ashes being buried in the cemetery with everyone.

Surrounded by mournful cries, Chang Qing's eyes were also red.

After the funeral, Lu Zheng walked up to Chang Qing and held out a hand.

Chang Qing looked at a familiar box in his hand and was taken aback for a moment.

Lu Zheng whispered: "Your, you won't want it?"

Chang Qing took it, opened it, and there was a faint light shining inside a ring, he recognized it at a glance, it was the one Lu Xuan gave him.

There were originally two rings, but the ring belonging to Lu Xuan had already been cremated with him and buried in the ground with him.

Chang Qing picked up the ring and looked up at Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng glanced at him, lowered his voice, and said, "Stay here, treat the Lu family as your own home, the same as when the elder brother was here."

Chang Qing lowered his eyes, "You don't blame me?"

Lu Zheng whispered, "It's not your fault."

Chang Qing didn't speak.

Lu Zheng's tone was a little heavier, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Chang Qing raised his eyelids and looked at him. He twitched the corners of his lips, trying to laugh, but he couldn't. It looked like he was crying. After a while, he said, "...OK."

Lu Zhen also pulled the corners of his lips, "Go home." He whispered.

"……Um."