Cheng Zhiwen immediately pulled Shen Qing aside and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My sister-in-law asked me to ask when her family arrived and who they were."
Cheng Zhiwen thought for a moment and said, "They arrived at 9:00 AM. Her parents and brothers are all here."
Shen Qing nodded: "Then I'll go back and tell her."
As I turned to leave, I noticed his dry, peeling lips and said with concern, "No matter how busy you are, you must drink more water, otherwise you are prone to kidney stones and urinary tract stones."
He smiled at her, his face pale, and said, "Okay. I'll drink it right away."
He suppressed the urge to hug her, and instead took her hand, holding it tightly: "Alright, you go back and keep your sister-in-law company, I'll take care of things here."
"Okay." Shen Qing turned around.
Just then, an old man in a dark brown silk gown entered the hall and brushed past her, staring at her profile in shock.
Shen Qing returned to Madam Cheng's courtyard.
Hearing that her family had come, Madam Cheng felt relieved and drifted off to sleep again.
Shen Qing got up and stretched.
After spending several days with Madam Cheng, the day of her funeral finally arrived.
It snowed lightly that day, and snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Shen Qing held up an oil-paper umbrella to shield Cheng Zhangshi, and followed behind the hearse all the way.
Qi Zhenheng was with her, and Jiang Shen and He Fei were protecting her from behind.
Madam Cheng fainted several times from crying, and in the end, she and her maid had to support her.
The Cheng family's relatives and friends all came to pay their respects, and the funeral procession was quite spectacular.
Finally, Cheng Zhiwu was laid to rest in the Cheng family's private cemetery.
On the way back, Shen Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, Cheng Zhiwen no longer had to accompany Madam Cheng every day, and he could finally get some rest after staying up for several nights in a row.
She can also leave the Cheng family with Qi Zhenheng...
As Shen Qing pondered this, he helped Cheng Zhangshi walk back.
Cheng Zhangshi was pregnant and weak, and was so heartbroken that she walked slower and slower, so she had to slow down and wait for her.
Gradually, he drifted further and further away from Cheng Zhiwen, eventually ending up in the funeral procession.
"Qing'er..." someone called softly.
Shen Qing recognized the voice but ignored it and helped Cheng Zhangshi continue walking forward.
“Qing’er…” The person tapped her shoulder.
She was startled and turned around to look.
Then he saw Shen Liang looking at him with a smile.
He was the original owner's father!
Oh no!
Shen Qing was filled with anxiety that her identity was about to be exposed, and instinctively said, "You've mistaken me for someone else!"
After speaking, she immediately pulled down the black veil of her hat, turned her face away, and refused to let the other person see her face again.
They shouldn't have come to the funeral!
I was so busy that I forgot the Shen family was also in Yongzhou and would definitely come to the funeral!
what to do?
They can only stubbornly deny it!
Shen Liang wanted to go up and talk to her, but Qi Zhenheng stopped him.
Along the way, the tearful Cheng Zhangshi kindly reminded Shen Liang: "Boss Shen, my sister-in-law doesn't call me 'Qing'er,' she's called 'Zhu Shining.'"
Shen Qing tugged at her arm and whispered, "This guy's acting weird, just ignore him!"
Shen Liang broke free from Qi Zhenheng and Jiang Shen and He Fei's obstruction and shouted loudly, "Qing'er, you are definitely my Qing'er! The mole on the back of your neck is proof of that!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qing immediately raised his hand and touched the back of his neck.
Today, she wore her hair in an old-fashioned Qing Dynasty hairstyle, all of it pulled back up, and the collar of her mourning dress was low...
Damn it! I really want to pluck that mole off right now!
"Look, as soon as I mentioned it, you went to touch that mole, so you are my Qing'er."
Feeling guilty, Shen Qing tightened her grip on Cheng Zhangshi's arm and hurried forward.
"Qing'er!" Shen Liang shouted from behind, "You are definitely my Qing'er! You even walk exactly like my Qing'er!"
Such an unexpected incident at Su Xiao's funeral drew the attention of others.
One of these two people was a well-known wealthy rice merchant in the area, and the other was a concubine of the Cheng family.
Everyone stopped and whispered among themselves.
Cheng Zhiwen pushed through the crowd and immediately shielded Shen Qing behind her.
"Uncle Shen, please have some self-respect, and please respect the deceased!"
"Zhiwen, you've come at just the right time!" Shen Liang looked at him as if he were a savior. "This young lady is my Qing'er, right? After her husband passed away, you..."
Cheng Zhiwen coldly interrupted him: "Her name is Zhu Shining, and she came back from England. Your Qing'er can't read a single character, how could she possibly speak English?"
Shen Liang said urgently, "But she and Qing'er look so alike! Even the mole on the back of their necks is exactly the same!"
"Uncle Chen, people can look alike. You really shouldn't be making such a scene at my brother's funeral!"
Everyone agreed that it made sense, and that respect for the deceased was paramount. They all reminded Shen Liang that he should not continue to be so rude.
Shen Liang then temporarily gave up.
The funeral procession continued its journey back.
Cheng Zhiwen held Shen Qing tightly in her arms.
Shen Qing was very anxious, fearing that Shen Liang would continue to pester her.
Fortunately, Shen Liang did not approach her again along the way.
Back at the Cheng residence, everything had been cleaned up, and a banquet was held to entertain the guests who had attended the funeral.
Shen Qing remained in Madam Cheng's courtyard.
Recalling the farce that Shen Liang had just caused, Madam Cheng said, "That man's youngest daughter was originally betrothed to my second brother."
Shen Qing remained silent, pretending not to know.
"Later, my second brother broke off the engagement. I guess it's because after returning from studying abroad, he didn't find the women here appealing anymore. So he found you in England!"
Shen Qing chuckled awkwardly, saying nothing, her mind entirely on Shen Liang.
Right now, Shen Liang is convinced that she is the original owner of this body, and he even has the mole on the back of her neck as evidence. How could he let her go so easily? He will definitely come to the Cheng family to recognize his daughter one day.
If Shen Liang continues to cause trouble like this, everyone will know that she is the death row inmate Shen Qing!
Shen Qing had no desire to stay at Madam Cheng's place any longer and quickly returned to her courtyard.
Qi Zhenheng was not in the yard.
Jiang Shen reported, "Lord Qi said he has important matters to attend to and will return tomorrow. He instructed He Fei and me to take good care of you."
With Qi Zhenheng absent, Shen Qing became even more worried.
In the afternoon, Cheng Zhiwen finally returned to the courtyard.
Shen Qing said anxiously, "What should we do? Shen Liang recognized me!"
“It’s alright, I’ll figure something out.” Cheng Zhiwen said as she pulled a suitcase out from under the bed. “You’re coming to Shanghai with me now.”
Shen Qing assumed they were trying to avoid Shen Liang: "Are we leaving now?"
"Yes, Old Xu's carriage is already waiting at the back gate. Let's go as soon as possible!"
Shen Qing quickly grabbed a few sets of clothes and put them into his suitcase. He hadn't even changed out of his mourning clothes. He zipped up the suitcase and was about to leave.
Cheng Zhiwen put a hat on her, pulled up her veil, and then took her arm and led her to the back door.
The carriage sped along a deserted road on the outskirts of the city.
Throughout the jolts and jolting, Cheng Zhiwen held Shen Qing's hand tightly.
Shen Qing said, "When I get to Shanghai, I will send a telegram to my elder brother to say that I am in Shanghai."
After saying that, she turned to look at Cheng Zhiwen and saw that he looked terrible. She asked with concern, "You must be very tired these past few days?"
Cheng Zhiwen didn't say anything, but Shen Qing saw his tightly closed eyelashes trembling slightly.
She felt a pang of sympathy for him but didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only suggest, "It'll be another two or three hours to get to Shanghai, so get some sleep."
He nodded, turned over and lay down on the bench, curling up.
She couldn't bear it, so she touched his cheek and turned his head to rest on her lap.
He rolled over, facing her lower abdomen, lay on her lap, and hugged her waist tightly.
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