Chapter 20

When she was very young, Shen Fengni heard a fairy tale.

Everyone has their own gods, who appear as stars in the sky, silently watching over all living things. If good fortune suddenly strikes one day, or something you've been worrying about has a positive outcome, it's all thanks to your gods.

If fairy tales were true, then her god must be a naughty child.

Shen Fengni thought.

Otherwise, why do we always give her hope and let her glimpse the possibility of happiness, but in the end she can't grasp anything and all her efforts are in vain.

When she married Yu Qian, she thought her suffering was about to end, but unexpectedly she fell into a deeper quagmire.

When she finally had the chance to escape from the cage, fate played a joke on her, making all her efforts seem futile and ridiculous.

There always seems to be a transparent barrier between her and happiness, as if it is within reach, but visible and intangible, which only adds to her troubles.

The funeral was held three days later at a high-end cemetery on the outskirts of Qinglan City.

The cemetery was built on an open space halfway up the mountain. It had a great view and the bustling city was in sight. In the distance was the surging river, flowing tirelessly and connecting with the horizon.

This place is elegant and secluded, with few people going there. There is no need to worry about any rash visitors breaking in and disturbing the peace of the deceased.

Shen Fengni stood on the outskirts of the crowd, quietly watching her own funeral.

The wind in the mountains is extremely cold, the pines and cypresses are covered with frost and snow, and the air is chilling.

The guests were shivering in the wind, but Shen Fengni didn't feel cold at all.

She looked down and saw her translucent body.

Shen Fengni didn't know what her current state was, whether it should be called a "ghost" or a "soul".

She was like a random NPC in the game, with no idea where she would be refreshed in the next second, and her range of activities was very limited.

It was as if she was trapped in a glass case, forcing her to watch one farce after another after death, not knowing when the end would come.

Fortunately, no one could notice her presence, so she didn't disturb others or embarrass herself.

After observing her, Shen Fengni also concluded a pattern. She would only appear when someone she was related to was present. Once all relatives left, it wouldn't take long for her to disappear and move to another place.

It's ironic that I never experienced the feeling of blood being thicker than water when I was alive, but I felt it firsthand after I died.

The funeral director was a young man in a well-ironed black suit, his face heavy with sorrow as he recounted her life story. His ordinary life story, embellished with flowery rhetoric, sounded much more sophisticated.

Shen Fengni's gaze swept across the crowd.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces all wore different expressions. Some looked indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with them; some were bored, as if they were tired of listening; and some were preoccupied, with no one knowing what they were thinking.

She saw her parents, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. They were both neatly dressed and standing side by side, like a perfect couple from heaven.

When the wind started to blow, my father even thoughtfully took off his own scarf and put it on my mother. My mother's body stiffened slightly for a moment, then she thanked him softly.

Everything looks so harmonious.

But Shen Fengni knew full well that the two of them saw each other as often as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Reuniting them at their only daughter's funeral would only add to the awkwardness and create another scene of superficial peace.

Shen Fengni sighed in her heart and moved her gaze forward.

As a legal partner, Yu Qian stood at the front of the crowd, in a prominent position in the first row.

She was dressed in black today, and her light blonde hair had been dyed back to black. Perhaps to look haggard, she had deliberately avoided makeup, her face appearing somewhat pale, less aggressive than usual.

Yu Qian was holding a bouquet of flowers, probably for the funeral after the ceremony. The flowers were simple and elegant, not Yu Qian's style, and none of them were what Shen Fengni liked.

Just like their marriage, they are tired of each other and force themselves on each other.

When the host talked about the touching part, Yu Qian raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Her red eyes were filled with sadness, which successfully deceived the two guests beside her. They gently stroked her arm and whispered comforting words.

This scene made Shen Fengni laugh out loud.

Yu Qian must be reluctant to act out this affectionate scene.

During her lifetime, she lived under Yu Qian's control and had no control over her own affairs. She was happy to watch the show if she could add a little unhappiness to her after her death.

If there was a bit of truth in Yu Qian's tears, it was because she felt sorry for not having an obedient money-making machine like herself.

Shen Fengni curled her lips and raised a mocking smile.

The funeral process was simple, the ceremony ended quickly, and it was time for the burial.

The marble tombstone is solemn, and the words flow smoothly. In just a few lines, she summarized her life.

The guests passed by her tombstone one by one, left a few words of remembrance, and left in a hurry without a trace.

The relationship is too shallow, so even tears seem like a luxury at this moment.

None of the people present were truly there for her.

Shen Fengni even felt sorry.

If I hadn't had the accident, I wouldn't have bothered everyone to attend such a boring social event and waste their time.

But it’s better this way, it’s over once and for all, and she won’t bother anyone again.

After the funeral, Shen Fengni stood there quietly.

As usual, it wouldn't be long before she would be teleported to another place to watch other dramas.

The sky gradually darkened and everything was silent.

The surrounding streetlights were still dim, and the outlines of the mountains and forests were dim and blurred. A figure emerged from the twilight and stepped into the cemetery.

The man was tall and straight, dressed in black, with black hair scattered behind him like clouds. He looked like a thin shadow that could blend into the night at any time.

She walked past the tombstones without looking around, her black boots hitting the ground with a clear sound.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Fengni turned around.

After seeing the appearance of the person who came, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.

It’s Jiang Zhuoyan.

Jiang Zhuoyan, why are you here?

Shen Fengni couldn't figure it out.

She and Jiang Zhuoyan were not related in any way, and had only met a few times, so they were not close.

Moreover, as the president of the company, Jiang Zhuoyan had a lot of things to deal with every day, so there was no need for him to come to this desolate mountain to attend her funeral.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhuoyan had already walked in front of her.

She stood facing her own tombstone, silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

Shen Fengni stood aside, the two of them only one step away from each other.

A sense of tension that came from nowhere slowly surged into her heart. Shen Fengni subconsciously wanted to hold her breath, but she quickly realized that she no longer needed to breathe.

Not only her breathing, but no matter what she did or said, Jiang Zhuoyan could not detect it.

After thinking this through, Shen Fengni relaxed a little and observed the other party curiously.

After not seeing her for a few days, Jiang Zhuoyan had lost a lot of weight. Her waist was slender, and her slim wool coat looked a bit oversized and loose, making her look like a willow in the wind.

His face was as pale as paper, with a faint dark tinge under his eyes. The mask of coldness and aloofness was removed at this moment, revealing the haggardness hidden within.

Maybe it’s because I’m too busy at work.

Shen Fengni felt guilty.

How could she have deserved the fact that Jiang Zhuoyan took time out of her busy schedule to come and pay her respects?

The woman in front of him bent down and gently placed the bouquet in her hand in front of the tombstone.

The fresh white roses are wrapped in black gauze, and their faint fragrance is blown away by the wind, lingering.

Shen Fengni's eyes paused slightly.

White roses were her favorite flower, but since no one had asked, she had no answer.

As far as I can remember, it seemed to have only been mentioned once or twice during the live broadcast.

The first time I received my favorite flowers was at my own funeral.

The complex emotions enveloped her like a transparent spider web.

Shen Fengni reached out her hand, wanting to touch the soft petals, but like every time she tried before, her fingers passed through the bouquet without any hindrance, as if it were air.

She smiled bitterly and was about to get up when a white hand suddenly came into view.

The hand was thin and slender, with delicate skin that was as delicate as a baby's, and the light blue blood vessels underneath were faintly visible.

It was Jiang Zhuoyan who placed his hand on her tombstone.

The surrounding street lights lit up at this moment, and the warm yellow light spread in an instant, like a golden carpet covering the ground.

Shen Fengni was slightly startled and looked over.

Jiang Zhuoyan was completely enveloped in the light, coated with a layer of gentle gold.

Those beautiful dark blue eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist, which made them softer and more fragile than their usual aloofness and coldness.

"I'm sorry." She heard Jiang Zhuoyan's voice, with a slight nasal tone, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"sorry."

Another very soft apology, almost inaudible.

But when Shen Fengni heard these words, it felt like a heavy weight, pressing down her heart.

Why...say sorry?

Shen Fengni couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Zhuoyan didn't owe her anything. Instead, he helped her a lot, so much that she felt unworthy.

The intense sadness of the person in front of her made her feel helpless. Shen Fengni wanted to do something to comfort the other person, but she was powerless.

She was silent for a moment, then placed her hand on Jiang Zhuoyan's hand on the tombstone.

The two hands were peacefully folded together. Jiang Zhuoyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed to sense something and raised her head to look around.

A wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, blowing up the dust on the ground and blurring Shen Fengni's translucent figure.

It's going to disappear again.

Shen Fengni suddenly realized this.

The first few times he disappeared, Shen Fengni just didn't care.

It doesn’t matter whether you leave the current scene or where the next stop is.

But now, she felt very reluctant.

Separated by life and death, this should be the last time she and Jiang Zhuoyan see each other.

It is said that ghosts and gods have spirits. I wonder if her blessings will be more effective.

But if possible, she hopes...

"Be happy."

Shen Fengni whispered before completely dissipating.