Mrs. Yang said she was going, and Yang Lai subconsciously looked at her.

Butler Yang had already asked someone to buy the plane ticket. Seeing that Yang Lai was also conscious of going, he hurriedly stopped him, "Master, you have a leg disease, so you should not run around in winter. The Yang family also needs you to stay in charge. Madam and I will go."

"Well," Madam Yang also looked at Yang Lai and thought for a moment, "Doctor Qin said that it's better for your legs to stay here. I'll keep an eye on T City. If anything really happens, you can come back."

After saying that, Mrs. Yang no longer cared about Yang Lai, went upstairs to pack her luggage, and called Yang Hua again, but the call did not go through.

The other party should still be on the plane.

Butler Yang followed Madam Yang: "Miss Baozhu didn't bring any luggage."

He is old and his memory is not very good. He only remembers that Yang Hua brought a plastic bag from the supermarket. Since such things rarely appear in the Yang family, Butler Yang remembers it clearly.

When Meng Fu returned to the capital for the first time, Yang Hua went to visit Meng Fu and came back with this plastic bag in her hand.

Madam Yang nodded: "I understand."

**

...

...

T City, Jiang Family.

As soon as Yang Hua and Meng Xun came back, they went straight to the Jiang family.

The Jiang family has already set up the mourning hall.

The sky was dark and overcast, as if it was about to fall.

When Yang Hua arrived, Jiang Xinchen was standing outside in mourning clothes.

His expression was very calm, not as depressed as Yang Hua had imagined. When he saw Yang Hua, he bent down and said, "Auntie Yang."

"Well," Yang Hua reached out and patted Jiang Xinchen's shoulder, "Where are your father and the others?"

"In the inner room." Jiang Xinchen handed the incense in his hand to Yang Hua.

Yang Hua reached out to take the incense and went straight in.

Meng Xun followed Yang Hua and took another incense stick handed to her by Jiang Xinchen. She glanced at Jiang Xinchen, said nothing, and went straight in.

Inner room.

Not many people stayed in the mourning hall.

Meng Fu knelt in front with her eyebrows lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

Su Di was doing some miscellaneous things in the mourning hall.

"She has been kneeling all the time," Jiang Quan smiled bitterly when he saw Yang Hua, "She won't listen to me, why don't you try to persuade her."

"Let me see the old man first." Yang Hua nodded and walked directly to the coffin.

Seeing Yang Hua like this, Jiang Quan couldn't help but walk over.

The old man's coffin lid had not been closed yet, his face was still kind, and he did not seem to feel any pain when he passed away.

Yang Hua took a deep breath.

She didn't cry.

When Meng De died, her tears had dried up.

She just reached out and untied the plastic bag in her hand. There were three yellow talismans in the bag. Yang Hua looked down at the talismans, then looked at the old man, and reached out to put the talismans into the old man's shroud.

Meng Fu, who had been motionless, finally looked up. She looked at Yang Hua with no expression on her face, and she didn't cry. She just asked calmly, "Who gave it to you?"

The voice is very hoarse.

Yang Hua stuffed the last talisman in.

After hearing Meng Fu's words, his hand paused for a moment and continued to stuff it into Mr. Jiang's clothes.

"Have you seen him?" Meng Fu looked at Yang Hua's face, paused, and said softly: "Grandpa... has he seen him too?"

Yang Hua tidied up Mr. Jiang's clothes.

She was not surprised that Meng Fu could guess it. Yang Hua walked to Meng Fu's side and knelt down with Meng Fu: "Last time, when the old man went to the capital, we met the Taoist priest. I don't know what the Taoist priest said to the old man alone."

When Yang Hua said this, she looked at Meng Fu and said, "What did you use to save the old man?"

Meng Fu no longer answered.

"Why do we need to make perfume?" Yang Hua pursed her lips.

Meng Fu continued to kneel, motionless.

Yang Hua handed a letter to Meng Fu: "This is the letter that the old man left for you when he left the capital."

The two spoke in low voices and Jiang Quan could not hear them, but Su Di had sharp senses and could hear them.

Behind him, Su Di suddenly remembered something and looked at Meng Fu.

His expression changed drastically, and his hand holding the teapot couldn't help shaking.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Quan looked at him.

Su Di shook his head. He put down the teapot and walked outside the mourning hall. Outside the mourning hall, a cold wind blew and Su Di felt his heart go cold.

Su Di had suspected very early on that Meng Fu was the descendant of the blues lineage.

A few years ago, hundreds of people from the Blues clan died. How did Meng Fu survive?

Su Di didn't know all this, but he knew that the people of the Blues clan could change fate, so they were coveted by big forces. Su Di couldn't help but think of when he asked Meng Fu last year why he didn't make more spices.

Meng Fu smiled and answered him: You will die.

Will die?

At that time, Su Di thought Meng Fu was joking.

After all, Meng Fu has always been a big talker, even when she said the word "death", it was so light.

Su Di's mind was working quickly. Outside the operating room last year, everyone thought that the old man would die. It was almost unscientific that he could survive. But unfortunately, the old man survived.

If what Meng Fu said was true, she should have died, so why did Mr. Jiang suddenly die?

What happened the last time Mr. Jiang went to Beijing?

besides……

Su Di looked at his hands. He remembered that his internal energy had completely disappeared, and no one in the medical field could help him. It was Meng Fu who saved him.

Then she...

Snowflakes were falling overhead.

Su Di looked up and saw Su Cheng walking in from outside holding a black umbrella. He had a straight figure, a black umbrella, and a dark black robe. He looked handsome and cold, a kind of coldness that was out of place here.

Su Di raised his head, his voice unusually hoarse and helpless, "Master, I..."

Su Cheng seemed to know what he was thinking. He stopped beside Su Di and said calmly, "Don't worry, you are not that influential."

Su Di: “…”

Yes, if he really had such a big influence, the young master would have broken his neck before Miss Meng could save him.

**

Zhao Fan was also helping with some chores.

Seeing Su Cheng coming in, she frowned, "Brother Cheng, Brother Fu's injury..."

Even though such a big thing happened to the Jiang family, Zhao Fan did not tell Jiang Quan about Meng Fu's spitting out of her heart's blood. Although Meng Fu was young, Zhao Fan was frightened by the spitting out of her heart's blood. She had difficulty walking yesterday, but she was able to kneel in front of the old man's coffin for a whole night.

Su Cheng handed the umbrella to the servant at the door and looked in the direction of Meng Fu, "I know what's going on."

Zhao Fan said nothing more.

In the inner room, Yang Hua greeted the old man and helped Jiang Quan deal with the funeral arrangements.

The Jiang family has a big business, and Jiang Quan is still reporting deaths one after another. Not only that, he also has to stabilize the Jiang family which is about to collapse after the death of old man Jiang.

With Yang Hua's help, he felt at ease to handle these matters.

"The young master can now stand on his own feet. The old man will definitely be pleased to see this." The driver followed Jiang Quan and looked at Jiang Xinchen at the gate, wiping away tears.

Jiang Quan didn't say anything, he just greeted Su Cheng who came in, "Mr. Su."

Su Cheng nodded to him, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry."

At Mr. Jiang's funeral hall, Su Cheng directly took three incense sticks, knelt on the left side of Meng Fu, and bowed earnestly three times.

Beside him, Meng Fu lowered her head and looked at the letter in her hand, both of her hands were shaking——

[……

Afu, grandpa is already very satisfied to live one more year. You have to live well.

I hope my grandfather's Afu lives well and has a good life. 】

"Obviously..." Meng Fu murmured, "Obviously, the relationship has ended..."

It’s obvious that she is not a member of the Jiang family.

Why is it still too late?

"Meng Fu," Su Cheng turned to Meng Fu, his eyes deep, "You are not a god, you can't save everyone."

**

Not far away, Zhao Fan asked Yang Hua, who had just finished chatting with Meng Fu, "Are you okay?"

Yang Hua looked in the direction of Meng Fu and sighed, "The old man left her a letter. She will get over it."

"Left a letter?" Zhao Fan was stunned.

Did Mr. Jiang anticipate that he would die?

Zhao Fan didn't understand.

The cell phone in Yang Hua's pocket rang. It was Mrs. Yang. She pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, Madam Yang spoke calmly, "Baozhu, I'm in T City now. Please send me the address. It's such a big deal, why didn't you tell me when you left? I can help you with some things. Your brother is coming too. He has a leg problem. I'm afraid you'll have to take care of him if he comes, so you'll just let him stay in Beijing..."

Listening to Mrs. Yang's words, Yang Hua was stunned for a moment, and a warm feeling slowly flowed out in her heart.

She raised Meng Fu and Meng Xun by herself. Like Meng Fu, she was used to handling everything by herself. This was the first time someone asked her "Why didn't you come to me?"

It’s not that she doesn’t want to look for someone, she just doesn’t have anyone to look for.

Yang Hua took a deep breath and told Mrs. Yang the address: "I'll come out to pick you up."

**

Outside.

Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong came to pay their respects in plain clothes.

Jiang Xinran looked at Jiang Xinchen standing at the gate. He was neither depressed nor sad. He was receiving every guest. This was different from what Jiang Xinran had imagined. In her impression, Jiang Xinchen should be at a loss at this moment.

She had been thinking about words to comfort Jiang Xinchen all night, but looking at Jiang Xinchen like this, Jiang Xinran didn't know where to start with the words of comfort.

Seeing Jiang Xinran and Madam Tong, Jiang Xinchen bowed to them, as politely as he treated others, "Madam Tong."

"Xinchen, my condolences." Mrs. Tong took the incense. She looked at Jiang Xinchen and was also surprised.

She didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xinchen. He was not even as good as Jiang Xinran back then. In this circle, he was also far inferior to Tong Eryu, a noisy and dandy guy. Even with the strict teachings of Grandpa Jiang, he was not that capable.

But after this change, he seemed like a different person overnight.

In the Jiang family, except for Grandpa Jiang, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen are of average means, and the old man is dead.

Things are about to change in the Jiang family.

Jiang Xinran followed Madam Tong in. She looked at Jiang Xinchen and could not accept his indifferent look. "Brother, please accept my condolences for grandpa. Mom is still in the capital and will be back in the afternoon..."

Jiang Xinchen turned to Jiang Xinran, his voice as cold as ice, "I know."

Come back in the afternoon.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xinran didn’t know that Yang Hua was also in Beijing and had returned to City T in the morning.

Jiang Xinchen looked at Jiang Xinran expressionlessly, then retracted his gaze and greeted the next guest.

The last time I gave Jiang Xinchen a gift, Jiang Xinchen's attitude towards me was fine. Why is he like this today?

Jiang Xinran was shocked, and she went in with Madam Tong to pay tribute to Mr. Jiang.

I didn't see Jiang Quan in the mourning hall, but I saw Meng Fu kneeling in mourning clothes.

For a moment, Jiang Xinran couldn't help but pinch her palms with her fingertips. She didn't understand what qualifications Meng Fu had to wear this mourning dress, and what qualifications did she have to kneel here on behalf of the descendants of the Jiang family?

Jiang Xinran lowered his eyes and followed Madam Tong in burning incense.

It's nearly eleven o'clock now.

No one in the Jiang family paid any attention to Jiang Xinran and Madam Tong. They didn't want to stay any longer, so they left directly after paying their respects.

As soon as I walked out of the mourning hall, I saw a middle-aged woman in plain clothes walking in. Next to her, there was another woman in a black cotton-padded jacket. The woman was wearing a mask, so her face could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Xinran recognized that the person in front was Yang Hua.

Yang Hua actually has very good facial features, but her clothes are very plain and she doesn't have the temperament of a socialite.

When Jiang Xinran saw Yang Hua, his eyes seemed to be burned by something and he looked away.

She moved her feet, not wanting the other person to see her.

Madam Tong didn't notice any of this. She watched Jiang Xinchen chatting with a middle-aged woman and couldn't help wondering, "Who is that? Is she also a member of the Jiang family? I've never seen her before."

Jiang Xinran just wanted to leave here. She lowered her head, not wanting Yang Hua to see her.

Yang Hua didn't see her either, she was just talking to Jiang Xinchen outside the mourning hall.

Jiang Xinran followed behind Mrs. Tong without even raising his head.

Only when leaving did I hear Yang Hua whispering to Jiang Xinchen, "Xinchen, this is my sister-in-law, just follow Afu and call her aunt."

Aunt?

Those relatives in Wanmin Village?

Those vampires?

Jiang Xinran lowered her head even more, without even looking at Yang Hua and the so-called aunt. She just wanted to leave here immediately, fearing that Yang Hua and the aunt would recognize her. She also didn't want Madam Tong to know that she had such a group of relatives.