Three days later, the news of Grandpa Song's death spread throughout the industry.
Countless celebrities in the architectural circle and former students of Mr. Song came to pay their respects.
Song Wanwan knelt aside, not drinking a drop of water, and bowed to every person who came to pay tribute with flowers.
The scene was solemn and regretful.
Mainstream media also came to report.
Surprisingly, President Rong accompanied Mr. Song’s only granddaughter to thank the guests who came to present gifts and see him off.
As soon as this news came out, everyone started speculating.
But in such an atmosphere, no one stepped forward.
In addition to feeling sorry for Mr. Song's passing, they were also shocked that President Rong had condescended to bow to him.
Outside the mourning hall, Chu Yan was sitting in the car wearing sunglasses. She didn't go in, but watched the news broadcast.
Looking at Rong Luchi accompanying Song Wanwan as a family member, he was such a noble man, but he actually lowered his posture for Song Wanwan and ignored the eyes of the world.
Chu Yan felt jealous and angry.
However, seeing that there is no interaction between the two, it seems that their relationship has broken down.
Chu Yan put away his phone, started the car and rushed to the airport.
At the moment, her biggest concern is to go abroad to avoid the limelight.
Zhao Huaran has become a scapegoat, and the mastermind has also taken all the responsibility, but there is no guarantee that a meticulous man like Rong Luchi will find out anything.
It would be better for her to find an excuse to go abroad to manage the Chu family's overseas companies.
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After the funeral, Song Wanwan, dressed in black, returned to the apartment holding his grandfather's portrait.
She opened the door, walked quietly into the sunroom, and placed her grandfather's portrait between her mother and grandmother.
Bow and burn incense, and insert three bundles of incense into the cauldron in turn.
There were three fresh bouquets of flowers placed next to it.
My mother's bouquet was pink carnations and baby's breath.
Grandma’s favorite is white daisies.
Grandpa’s bouquet is of white chrysanthemums.
The three photos all show them smiling the brightest.
"Grandpa, grandma, mom, are you reunited? Take good care of yourself, Wanwan will also take good care of herself, don't worry about me."
This is the sun room, and there is a beautiful sea view opposite.
Because my grandfather's family is from a coastal city, the whole family grew up by the sea.
This sunroom has the best view and can see the best scenery.
For Song Wanwan, the company of his loved ones is of vital importance, even if they are no longer in this world.
It is also a comfort to see their photos.
Song Wanwan stayed in the sunroom for a long, long time.
The weather has turned cooler recently and she always feels cold all over.
It just so happened that the sun was shining brightly today, so I sat on the sofa and sunbathed for a while, and my body warmed up.
Here, she felt unprecedented peace and tranquility.
After staying for about half an hour, Song Wanwan got up and left.
She seemed like nothing had happened, just a little quieter than before.
The quietness was otherworldly, as if it were devoid of emotion.
Rong Luchi kept his eyes on her, sitting not far from her, but did not dare to go forward.
Only Zhou Mianmian sat next to Song Wanwan, staying with her and telling her some things that had interested her before.
When hearing something funny, Song Wanwan would purse her lips, but her expression and interest were always low.
"Wanwan, why are your hands so cold?"
"Is there?"
Song Wanwan touched his hands as he spoke.
No feeling.
"It's so cold. I'll find you a blanket to cover yourself with." As soon as Zhou Mianmian finished speaking, Rong Luchi came over with a blanket and gently covered her with it.
Song Wanwan lay lazily on the sofa, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, ignoring everything and in a daze.
After covering himself with the blanket, Rong Luchi walked back and sat on the sofa.
In the quiet atmosphere, there is an inexplicable feeling of oppression.
I can't tell what's weird, but I feel like everything is weird.
They were once the two people who loved each other the most, but now they have become like strangers.
"Oh..." Zhou Mianmian sighed.
"Wanwan, you guys go back first, I want to be alone."
"It's okay. I'll be fine if I go back."
"Go back, I want some quiet time." Song Wanwan curled up on the sofa, his eyes always looking out the window.
Chen Bomin's neck has not recovered yet, so the doctor did not let him leave the hospital.
After the funeral, he was called back by the doctor for another check-up.
"Okay, let Young Master Rong stay with you." After Zhou Mianmian said that, she immediately pulled Jiang Mo away and handed the place over to the couple.
There are issues that need to be addressed.
As a bystander, you need to evacuate quickly at this time.
Zhou Mianmian had just opened the door when she heard Shi Hechuan knocking on the door.
He was wearing a black shirt and had also rushed over from the funeral.
"Is Wanwan at home?"
"Boss Shi, you absolutely need to rest. Why don't we go back and come back another day?"
Shi Hechuan was on a business trip abroad a few days ago and only returned today for the funeral.
After coming out of the cemetery, he was entangled by the media and did not follow immediately.
"I have something to talk to Rong Luchi about."
"Brother Rong is busy."
Jiang Mo and Zhou Mianmian took action directly and pushed Shi Hechuan out.
“Crack.”
Once the door was closed, only Song Wanwan and Rong Luchi were left in the apartment.
Rong Luchi stood up and sat down at Song Wanwan's feet.
"Wife, are you hungry? I'll cook for you."
"Let's talk." Song Wanwan retracted his gaze and looked at Rong Luchi.
"Okay, you can talk about anything." Rong Luchi lowered his eyes and looked at her gently.
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