Two crows perched outside the sacred church, and several black luxury cars arrived one after another.
People were dressed in black and looked sorrowful.
In the center of the hall stood a crystal coffin surrounded by flowers, and eulogies echoed throughout the hall.
Su Jin was the first person to arrive. She had paid her respects to her deceased husband's remains half an hour earlier, and after choosing a good spot to sit down, she hadn't moved.
At that moment, she looked at the boys and girls in school uniforms on her phone screen and burst into tears.
Even though this short video was muted, it was still very touching; those two people are so pitiful.
She opened the comments section urging for more updates and casually grabbed a tissue.
"Mr. Zhao's wife is quite kind and compassionate. She cried for half an hour after seeing Mr. Zhao's remains."
"Yes, yes, I wonder if my partner will be this heartbroken after I pass away."
"What a pity, Chairman Zhao is still so young."
Seeing Su Jin's heartbroken figure, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
The Chairman Zhao they were referring to was Zhao Xichen, the president of Wudu Group.
He was worth hundreds of billions and died at the age of 28 in an unexpected car accident.
Su Jin turned off the short video only after seeing that the battery was low.
She was waiting for a crucial phone call that would determine whether she could become a super-rich woman.
Looking up, she saw Zhao Xichen's close relatives approaching her in a group, their imposing manner striking a chorus.
Zhao's mother had a naturally mean appearance, with a narrow chin and high cheekbones.
She raised her voice and said shrilly, "It's so pitiful that Qingchi is still lying in the hospital, and our Zhao family's grandson is gone too. You've killed my son and now you've killed my grandson, Su Jin, you've done so much harm!"
Her finger almost poked Su Jin's forehead.
"Why don't you just die? You don't even deserve to cry! Who are you crying for? Are you mute? Speak up!"
Zhao Qiyuan is young and cute, but she also inherited her mother's personality; the two of them together are noisier than a stereo system.
Zhao Qiyuan said, "Su Jin, how dare you cry? Did you orchestrate my brother's death?!"
They were eager to criticize Su Jin behind her back, blaming her for all the mistakes, even Zhao Xichen's death.
But what wrong has Su Jin done?
Memories of her previous life were still etched in her mind.
That day, the three of them went out for a drive and were suddenly involved in a car accident. In order to push Zhao Xichen away, she became disabled in both legs.
She was so stupid back then, not knowing that her best friend Bai Qingchi, who was sitting in the back seat, had been Zhao Xichen's lover for many years.
Later, Bai Qingchi and Zhao Xichen actually pushed her, who was sitting in a wheelchair, into the sea.
After being reborn, she avoided the car accident, but this time a steel bar pierced Zhao Xichen's chest.
Touching her still-intact legs, Su Jin's lips curled into a cold smile.
Great, everyone's here, now it's her turn to show her skills.
She tried hard to recall the scene from the short video, and a strange sadness welled up in her heart.
The attention shifted to Zhao's parents, and Su Jin immediately let out two loud wails, "crying" for everyone present to see.
“Xi Chen often said before his death that he felt suffocated at home since he was a child, and no one understood what he really wanted. They just kept giving him money and told him not to come back until he had spent it all.”
Her eyes were filled with tears, and she said with even more sorrow, "That childhood made him feel the burden of having money. Maybe he didn't want you to be suffocated by this burden as well. He envied his younger sister the most, who could grow up so carefree. As his wife, I really feel sorry for him."
Zhao's father touched his chest, feeling angina from anger.
Zhao's mother, supporting him, scolded Su Jin: "Nonsense! Fallacy! Why didn't Xichen tell us if he had these thoughts? Don't think you can talk nonsense just because he's not here anymore. Nonsense!"
Zhao Qiyuan crossed her arms and echoed with a disdainful look, "Exactly."
Su Jin never forgot the true colors of the Zhao family elders; their verbal insults towards him had reached the level of personal attacks.
Not only that, but they also allowed the mistress to come into their home, and no one in the family gave her a kind look.
Even Zhao Xichen's younger sister, Zhao Qiyuan, acknowledged the mistress as her sister-in-law, but addressed her by her given name.
She came prepared this time to upset them.
Thinking this, Su Jin walked past them, ran to the coffin, and lay prostrate on the coffin lid, her voice deliberately trembling.
Suddenly, the violinist began playing "Symphony No. 5" on stage, making the atmosphere even more dramatic.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Su Jin: "Since the person I love is gone, there is no meaning to my life."
As she spoke, she gripped the edge of the coffin lid, looking as if she were about to jump in out of grief, and in doing so, she trampled a large patch of flowers surrounding the coffin.
She pounded her fists on the wall, reenacting all the tantrums and unreasonable behavior she remembered.
The portrait of the deceased, which had been hanging high, was also knocked down in the chaos.
With a clang, the "Symphony of Fate" finished its last note.
"Ah—Su Jin, what are you doing!"
"Quickly, hang up the photo."
The three members of the Zhao family immediately became flustered and shouted in panic.
Even her friends and family were stunned, but Su Jin still showed no sign of stopping.
As the violinist changed to a melodious and sorrowful tune, she slid down to the ground, leaning against the coffin, her head slightly lowered, and remained motionless.
At first glance, she looks like a woman who is overwhelmed with grief.
She was just a woman who had lost her husband and was heartbroken, driven mad by love.
"Su Jin, you've really gone too far today, you've defied the heavens!" Zhao's father exclaimed angrily as soon as he hung up his son's photo.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Jin slowly stood up, peered into the coffin again at the man's face, and large tears fell.
Everyone was deeply moved; what a poignant and beautiful love story it was, one that would make people pledge their lives to each other.
Zhao's mother: "Stay away from my son! Su Jin, get down here."
"Pull her away!"
Upon hearing this, Su Jin consciously took three steps back, shook her head with a sorrowful expression, and became completely absorbed in her acting, unable to extricate herself.
Just then, the ringtone of "Exchange of Lives" started playing on her phone, instantly pulling her back to reality.
Her right hand trembled slightly as she took the phone. After listening to a few words, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
"Is everything really alright? There won't be any changes, right?"
Her voice was soft, gentle with a hint of joy.
The male voice on the other end of the phone said coldly, "Yes, the paperwork for the multi-million dollar inheritance is done. End this charade as soon as possible."
Su Jin hung up the phone with satisfaction, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly got up as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Meanwhile, in the driver's seat of the black Bentley, Zheng Lin also put down his phone. The midday sun shone on his profile, while the other half of his face was covered in shadow.
He tossed a coin into the air, which landed on the back of his hand, and he hesitated to peel it off.
He gazed darkly toward the church.
Attorney Zheng has already handled all matters related to the inheritance of the estate.
She now holds the legal right to inherit her late husband Zhao Xichen's vast fortune and shares in the group.
Su Jin wiped away her tears, raised her head high, and said, "Uncle, Aunt, sister, and other relatives and friends, I must take my leave now. There are still many things at the company that I need to take care of."
Zhao's mother pushed aside her daughter who was blocking her way, pointed at Su Jin and shouted, "What could be more important than your husband's funeral!"
Xi Chen's body is barely cold, and you're already thinking about other things? Besides, it's none of your business to interfere in company matters!
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