Sang Shilong took Song Wanru away.

The door opened and closed, and the whole living room became quiet.

Sang Changping walked up to Sang Weimin and looked at him worriedly, "Dad, don't be sad, my eldest brother—"

Sang Weimin shook his head and waved his hands. "You don't need to explain anything to him. No one knows a son better than his father. I've raised him for so many years, how could I not know what kind of person he is? He might have been a good person when he was young, but after he grew up, I don't know when it started, all he could see was money."

Having said that, Sang Weimin sighed heavily.

"If he wants to go, let him go. It's useless even if he goes. Xiao Yichen is already dead. The other people in the Xiao family won't give him money so easily."

Sang Jueqian nodded in agreement. "Grandpa is right. They are not pushovers. If he goes there now, he will only get a cold shoulder and nothing else."

"If he comes looking for you and asks you to help, don't pay any attention to him. I want to see if he can really have the backbone to never come to my door again."

After a pause, Sang Weimin continued.

"Don't worry about him. The most important thing right now is to arrange Zhenzhen's funeral and have the funeral home prepare!"

Since Sang Shilong and Song Wanru can no longer be relied upon, there is no need to wait any longer.

The sooner we prepare, the sooner Sang Zhenzhen can be buried.

Sang Jueqian had no objection and directly called the funeral home to give instructions.

The funeral home has a cooperative funeral company. As long as the money is paid, you don’t have to worry about anything and things will proceed in an orderly manner.

A few days later, they found a good day to wake Sparks up, held a funeral, and finally buried him in the cemetery.

Sang Shuran was also brought over. She looked confused, but she didn't cry.

A few people left the cemetery and walked home. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the community, they saw Sang Shilong and Song Wanru.

Sang Shilong and Song Wanru were both sitting on the ground. When they saw them coming back, they immediately came to greet them.

"Dad, second brother, sister-in-law, Qianqian, and Junyan, you are finally back! The people in the Xiao family are unreasonable! They actually said that Xiao Yichen is dead. They don't know anything about what Xiao Yichen did, and they won't care. They won't give us a penny!

We were so angry that we wanted to ask them for an explanation, but they just called the police and had us arrested!

Qianqian, I know you have a lot of pride. People are bullying our Sang family, you can't just ignore it!"

Listening to Sang Shilong and Song Wanru's crying, Sang Jueqian still had a faint smile on his face.

"Didn't you guys say before that you wouldn't come to our house again? It's only been a few days. Why are you here again?"

Song Wanru's face was full of smiles. "Qianqian! We are all family, why bother with so much! Besides, what I said before was just angry words. How can you take angry words seriously? No matter what time, we are a family that is connected by bones and tendons!"

This is the sentence that Sang Jueqian dislikes the most.

The word "family" ties the whole family together.

No matter what happens, no matter how ugly it is, we must act as if nothing happened and continue to be a harmonious family.

Others may think that this is nothing, but Sang Jueqian doesn't want it to be like this.

Sang Jueqian shook his head. "There's no such thing as that here. If you don't leave, I'll actually break your bones and let you see for yourself whether your tendons are still connected!"

If someone else said this, Song Wanru might not take it seriously at all.

But since these words came from Sang Jueqian's mouth, she didn't dare to underestimate them.

After many contacts over the past year, Song Wanru clearly understood that Sang Jueqian was definitely not as harmless as he appeared.

She basically does what she says.

At the thought that her bones might be broken, Song Wanru's body trembled and she subconsciously looked at Sang Shilong.

Although Sang Shilong is a reckless person, he doesn't dare to confront Sang Jueqian.

In the end, no matter how reluctant he was, he had no choice but to take Song Wanru with him.

From beginning to end, Sang Weimin just watched quietly, with no intention of speaking at all.

After returning home, Sister Wang carried Sang Shuran upstairs to sleep, while Sang Jueqian and others sat downstairs to talk.

Seeing that no one was talking, Sang Weimin laughed first and said, "It's all in the past and it's all been dealt with. Don't think too much about it!

I'm old now, and there's nothing I can do to help you. I can only say one thing to you: take care of yourself! You must take care of yourself! Nothing is more important than being alive!

I don't expect you to be rich, I just hope you can live a good life! Our family is happy! "

Sang Jueqian hugged Sang Weimin's arm and nodded vigorously, "Grandpa, don't worry, our family will definitely be happy!"

-

Half a year later.

It is already the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, but the autumn heat is still very hot.

Bridal shop, second floor.

Sang Jueqian wore a mermaid wedding dress, which was tailor-made and hand-cut, wrapping her body perfectly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Sang Jueqian slowly exhaled, "I've been paying attention to my diet recently. Fortunately, I haven't gained or lost weight, so this outfit fits me perfectly. This is too difficult!"

Although tailor-made wedding dresses are beautiful, they also have many limitations.

Take this mermaid wedding dress for example. If it’s one inch longer, it won’t fit you, and if it’s one inch shorter, it won’t look good. Everything has to be just right.

Fortunately, this is not the main yarn, and it will not be worn for too long before it needs to be replaced.

Jiang Yao walked forward, eyes full of admiration, "Qianqian, you are so beautiful! I want to marry you home!"

"That won't do!" Sang Jueqian refused. "Even if I agree, Jun Yan and Lao Jin won't agree."

Jiang Yao blushed instantly after being teased, and looked at Sang Jueqian with an angry look, "I was talking to you nicely, but you come to laugh at me!"

"God and Heaven! I'm not making fun of you, everything I said is true! But speaking of which, do you and Lao Jin have any plans to get married?"

Jiang Yao shook her head. "We're not planning on having a wedding. We're going to get married right away."

"Why?" Sang Jueqian was a little puzzled. "Do you think holding a wedding is too complicated? Do you want to travel and get married? That's not impossible."

As he was speaking, Jiang Yao shook her head again, "Not really. I want my child to be my flower girl, so we want to get a marriage certificate and have a baby, and then have the wedding when the child is three or four years old!"

Sang Jueqian, "..."

She really didn't expect that Jiang Yao would have such an idea!