"They said she had severe postpartum hemorrhage, and coupled with not eating or drinking, she died."

Chen Yuehua opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Who can believe such a reason?

But the distance is too far, and the person is already dead. Even if I don’t believe it, there is nothing I can do.

Chen Yuehua quickly suppressed all the thoughts in her mind and looked at Su Mujin with some worry, "Mujin, don't be too sad. The dead cannot be resurrected. Do you want your father to go with you to the Su family?"

Such a big thing must be notified to the Su family, right?

Su Mujin shook her head. "I'm not going. Mom, you don't understand the Su family, but I do. Whoever goes to announce this news will be entangled."

Besides, she is not sad.

She is not sick, how could she be sad about Su Moli's death?

She was just a little worried.

Worried about the so-called puppet.

Although she didn't know what exactly happened, nor who the murderer had transformed into, Su Mujin always had a feeling that Su Moli's death must be closely related to that murderer.

When Su Mujin thought of this, her heart felt heavy.

Su Mujin suppressed the complicated thoughts in her heart and smiled at Chen Yuehua, "Okay, Mom, let's go back and make dumplings!"

The person is already dead, you can't just not eat because of this.

Chen Yuehua nodded first, then looked at Su Mujin with some concern, "Mujin, are you really okay?"

Su Mujin shook her head. "I'm fine! Mom, you should know that there was no love between Su Moli and me. Although I feel a little sad about her death, I'm really not sad."

Su Mujin didn't want to hide this kind of thing from Chen Yuehua or anyone in the Song family.

Su Mujin dared to express herself so directly because she knew that neither Chen Yuehua nor other people in the family would think she was cold.

As expected, as soon as Su Mujin finished speaking, Chen Yuehua breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was just worried that you were too sad, but now that I see you're not sad at all, I'm relieved! Come on, let's continue making dumplings!"

...

The yard next door.

Chen Zhigang took the letter into the living room.

Old Master Song and Song Huaimin were both sitting in the living room. When they saw Chen Zhigang walk in by himself, they looked behind Chen Zhigang.

But after waiting for a while, no one came in, so Song Huaimin asked, "Where is Su Mujin?"

Chen Zhigang shook his head and said, "No."

"Didn't come?" Song Huaimin's voice suddenly rose. "What do you mean by 'didn't come'?"

"I asked my eldest cousin's wife, and she said she would not go to inform the Song family and told us to go on our own."

When Song Huaimin heard this, he was instantly furious.

"Is there something wrong with Su Mujin's brain? It's her own sister who died, and she's not in a hurry to go to the Su family to announce the death? She even asked us to go by ourselves. Is she crazy?"

"That's enough!" Old Master Song scolded softly, "Mujin and Jasmine have always had a bad relationship. You know that, so what's there to complain about?"

Song Huaimin still looked displeased. "No matter how bad their relationship was, they were still sisters! Now that they're dead, all debts are settled, why is she still holding a grudge against her own dead sister? Why would Qi Nian marry such a petty wife? In my opinion, he should divorce her!"

"Nonsense!" Old Master Song sat up straighter, his voice filled with anger. "She saved Qinian's life and helped him heal his leg. If he really divorces her, wouldn't that be ungrateful? How will the higher-ups view Qinian?"

I think you are the one with a mental disorder. You even dare to talk about divorce! In our Song family, there is no divorce! If you dare to mention such a thing again in the future, don’t blame me for being rude! "

[First update]