Qin Yuhuan finally revealed her panicked side. She expressed her emotions illogically, and often the previous sentence did not match the next one. It seemed that she said whatever she thought of.

Until my voice became hoarse, until I didn't want to say anything, I just cried on the phone.

All the way to Taicheng, Ziyi took Qin Yuhuan to her car. As for the studio driver, it would be too conspicuous to drive a nanny car, so she asked him to return to the crew from here.

Ziyi had instructed the driver early on that after passing Taicheng, he should not stop at any service station unless he needed to refuel, and should drive to Changping as fast as possible.

The rear seat guard was pulled down.

When she didn't see anyone, Qin Yuhuan couldn't stop crying, but when she saw people, her tears seemed to have dried up. She just put her arms around Ziyi and leaned on her shoulders. Her eyes were a little dull, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Or maybe, I didn't think about anything.

After a long while, Qin Yuhuan finally asked in a daze: "Am I dreaming? When I woke up, my father was still here."

Ziyi couldn't answer.

The real answer is too cruel, and Qin Yuhuan...

She knew the answer.

"My dad isn't a good man, but I'm not that bad either, Ziyi."

Perhaps thinking of things at home, Qin Yuhuan covered her face with her hands in pain. "I'm not so bad as to wish them all dead. If possible, I hope they're all alive. I don't want anything from home, I just want them alive. Is this request... too much?"

"Not too much." As an outsider, Ziyi could feel the suffocation emanating from such a family. Even she, an outsider, felt suffocated, let alone Qin Yuhuan, who was at the center of the vortex. "Not too much at all."

"I thought about calling him because it was Saturday."

The flame that had finally gathered in my heart seemed to dissipate the moment I learned of Qin Changping's death, leaving not even a wisp of smoke.

The person she had been in love with for many years was right next to her. When Qin Yuhuan thought she could take a step forward, reality forced her to stay where she was. She instinctively leaned close to him, trying to draw warmth from this burning flame.

Shu Baizhu once said that Ziyi was too scorching, and that if she got too close, she would be burned all over. But Qin Yuhuan didn't care about that. She had been desolate for a long time. She needed and longed for warmth, even if Ziyi's temperature was so hot that it could burn people.

It was a more than 20-hour drive, with Ziyi and the driver taking turns driving.

When it was not her turn, she hugged Qin Yuhuan, who was motionless and just in a daze.

There was food in the car, but Qin Yuhuan could only drink a little water at a time.

When they entered Changping County, it was almost noon the next day. Qin Yuhuan didn't know the way, so he called his cousin at home. The cousin finally told him to go buy some vegetables first.

Posture:?

"They said they wanted to discuss the funeral, and that means we'll have to go to my uncle's house to eat and drink. We have to prepare our own meals." Qin Yuhuan said, trying to cheer himself up. "I have a brother who will be coming over later. He'll take us there."

Ziyi thought for a moment and asked the driver to get out of the car. "Find a hotel and report to me for the ticket. I'll call you if there's anything."

The driver nodded in agreement, and Qin Yuhuan moved to the passenger seat. They followed the navigation to find the place their cousin mentioned.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two waited in the car for nearly an hour before cousin Wu Wenbin arrived. As soon as they met, he asked Ziyi's car to follow behind his. Ziyi nodded in agreement and got back into the car.

"This is my eldest aunt's child. He's my third cousin, and a relative on my father's side..." Qin Yuhuan seemed to be having trouble organizing his words. He was silent for a while before continuing, "They can count more clearly, and they are completely different from my mother's relatives. This is my family's business. They will help, but they can only provide manpower."

Ziyi understood that they only provided manpower but not money, so even the food and drinks for the "meeting" to discuss funeral arrangements had to wait until Qin Yuhuan came back and gave the nod before they could start.

Different places have different customs, which is understandable.

"My dad is the youngest. He has two uncles and three aunts. My eldest uncle passed away years ago, and his wife remarried. Now I only have my second uncle. I told them, 'You are my friend. I can't do it myself, so you came to accompany me. Is that okay?'"

Qin Yuhuan sought Ziyi's opinion. "They don't know I'm in the entertainment industry. They only know I work in Jincheng, so... you might want to..."

"I understand. I won't reveal the truth." Ziyi had been to many places and she understood that Qin Yuhuan wasn't lying intentionally, but...

She is too obscure. Qin Yuhuan in the past could be said to have accomplished nothing, and there is nothing good to say about her as an artist.

And her relatives on her side couldn't understand it either. The entertainment industry was too far away from them. In small places, especially in the villages, there were always a lot of rumors.

Wu Wenbin and Ziyi parked the car at the vegetable market. A slightly plump aunt got out of the car. Ziyi guessed that she must be Qin Yuhuan's aunt.

"Aunt." Qin Yuhuan hugged her aunt with red eyes. At this moment, everyone present except Ziyi and Wu Wenbin had tears in their eyes.

There was a short uncle next to the aunt, and Ziyi couldn't guess what his relationship with Qin Yuhuan was.

"Good boy, don't cry." Qin Changling patted Qin Yuhuan on the back, "Your father's affairs are still waiting for you to take charge."

"Yu Huan, is there any news from your brother?" Wu Wenbin took out his phone. "I sent him a message but he didn't reply."

Qin Yuhuan shook his head. "No, he didn't reply when I sent him a message. But I told him about my dad on WeChat. If he still cares, he should come back."

Sun Chenglin suddenly looked at Ziyi, "What is this...?"

"Uncle, this is my friend, Ziyi." Qin Yuhuan took Ziyi's arm. "She's worried about me, so she came to keep me company."

She greeted them politely: "Aunt, uncle, brother."

"Okay, you're a good kid too. Let's go in and buy some groceries."

Qin Changling raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and walked in a row with Ziyi and the other two. "Your other two aunts and I go to see your father every week. Yesterday, we went, but he wasn't there. Wenbin, Wenhua and I were with him. They even looked out the window and saw that your father was not at home, so we left."

"Later, your aunt called us, and we went back immediately. When we got there, the police had already taken the man away."

Qin Changling didn't speak Mandarin very well, so Wu Wenbin occasionally helped translate and explain. Only then did Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi guess the details.

"My uncle must have been gone for a day or two," Wu Wenbin explained. "He was found in the bathroom. It was in a blind spot, so Wenhua and I didn't see him. But a neighbor passing by kept smelling something and thought he hadn't been there for several days, so they called the police."

A few days ago, the weather in Changping County was very hot, and Wu Wenbin was already being subtle and euphemistic when he used the word "flavorful".