"What are you afraid of? This is my bedroom. There's a butler guarding the outside. No one will dare to eavesdrop." Jiang Jingyu gestured for Lin Haotian to lower his guard.

Lin Haotian frowned before leaning close to Jiang Jingyu's ear and saying, "Lu Zhiwei didn't die at all, so what's there to mourn? That's what I want to tell you."

"What did you say?" Jiang Jingyu stared in shock, her face paling.

"No wonder I keep seeing that bitch at night these past few days, like I'm seeing a ghost. She's like a persistent ghost."

It turns out she was just pretending.

Jiang Jingyu, in a fit of rage, dug her nails deep into her palms.

Thinking back to that night when she was so scared that she lost control of her bladder, she felt like tearing Lu Zhiwei to pieces.

"I knew it, this bitch wouldn't die so easily. She survived such a huge fire? How did you manage that?"

Lin Haotian sighed: "This is my fault."

If it weren't for his greed and insistence on building a basement to hide even more valuable paintings, Lu Zhiwei wouldn't have been spared.

But he didn't dare tell Jiang Jingyu.

"Since she's not dead, why doesn't she show up and let Mo'er hold this funeral?" Jiang Jingyu realized something was wrong.

"That's what I can't figure out. She didn't even go to the police station to report it. I'm afraid she's holding this funeral to get revenge on you. You'd better be careful and don't panic. There are a lot of police officers here today."

If they ever trace it back to us, we're finished.

Lin Haotian said, biting his lip.

“Lu Zhiwei doesn’t dare to call the police because she has no evidence to prove that we committed arson and murder. Don’t panic, things haven’t gotten out of control yet.” Jiang Jingyu smiled smugly.

Lin Haotian felt that what she said made sense.

Then, upon further reflection, Jiang Jingyu realized that she shouldn't let her guard down.

Lu Zhiwei is an extremely cunning and scheming woman; they should all be on high alert.

Then he added, "You better keep your mouth shut too. All the evidence of those paintings spontaneously combusting has been lost in the fire. The police won't be able to find it. No matter how they investigate, it will be an accidental fire, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

"Don't worry, if the police find anything wrong, I'll take the blame for you, and it won't have anything to do with you." Lin Haotian looked at Jiang Jingyu with deep affection.

With Lin Haotian's words, Jiang Jingyu's tense emotions gradually relaxed.

"Thank you so much. I'm so glad you're still here to help me." Jiang Jingyu patted Lin Haotian's shoulder gratefully, her eyes filled with tears.

Lin Haotian saw Jiang Jingyu's hand on his shoulder; it was smooth and delicate, unlike the hand of a woman over fifty.

He was overcome by lust.

He took Jiang Jingyu's hand in his and gently touched it.

Although Jiang Jingyu felt disgusted, she did not show it.

He's willing to risk his life for himself, so he doesn't mind being taken advantage of a little.

“Jingyu, I’ve loved you for many years. You know that. I’ve risked everything for you this time, and I’m at risk of ending up in jail at any time. You have to treat me to something.”

Lin Haotian's stubby fingers rubbed repeatedly on Jiang Jingyu's hands.

Jiang Jingyu and Lin Haotian were in the same boat at this point, and she couldn't afford to fall out with him yet.

Otherwise, he might have turned against her and gone to the police station to confess that she was the mastermind behind it all.

Jiang Jingyu neither agreed nor refused.

The half-hearted coaxing gave Lin Haotian courage, and he moved his obese body.

He pushed Jiang Jingyu down onto the sofa in the bedroom and kissed her lips.

Thinking about how he had been tied up in the basement these past few days and forced to eat rotten apples to stave off hunger, he wished he could take it all back from Jiang Jingyu to make up for the suffering he had endured.

Two elderly people, whose combined age is over six months, were making love passionately in the bedroom.

...

Here in the mourning hall.

Ten minutes ago.

Suddenly, a surveillance video appeared on the white wall, standing out clearly in the dimly lit mourning hall.

Almost all the guests simultaneously fixed their gaze on the image on the wall.

"Isn't that Madam Shen and Mr. Lin, the owner of the art museum?"

The guests began to discuss it.

As Lin Haotian's words, "Lu Zhiwei is not dead at all," were transmitted in real time from inside the bedroom.

The mourning hall erupted in cheers.

Jiang Zhan, who was holding Lu Anyu, almost jumped up on the spot: "I knew it! My sister is not dead. How could she be dead? An'an, your mommy is not dead. You still have your mommy. All our crying was for nothing."

Lu Anyu, who was still deep in grief, hugged Jiang Zhan's neck happily when he heard his words: "My dad said my mommy is the reincarnation of a nine-tailed fox. I didn't believe it then, but now I do."

Luo Xiu, who was still confronting Shen Jinmo outside over the urn, held the urn and looked at the conversation between the two on the wall.

It makes me look stupid and dumb.

"Zhizhi isn't dead, so what's inside?" Luo Xiu angrily questioned Shen Jinmo.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Shen Jingmo raised an eyebrow and said casually and smugly, "Chalk dust."

"..." Luo Xiu's handsome face froze on the spot.

He actually argued with Shen Jinmo for half a day over a piece of chalk dust.

"Did you already know that Zhizhi wasn't dead? Did you deliberately play me for a fool?" Luo Xiu roared through gritted teeth, his anger burning.

"Otherwise what?" Shen Jinmo smiled.

Enraged, Luo Xiu slammed the urn at Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo reacted quickly, using his elbow to block and push the box back towards Luo Xiu.

The lid was opened, and swirling powder covered Luo Xiu's body and face.

Luo Xiu stood there dumbfounded, his face covered in dust, revealing only his white teeth, looking both comical and ridiculous.

Inside the mourning hall, most people were overjoyed that Lu Zhiwei was still alive.

Police Captain Liu Changqing, who was among the guests, grew increasingly solemn.

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