"That's enough. I, an old man, don't understand the world of you young people, and I don't want to interfere anymore. From today onwards, I will continue to live in the old Bo family house. Just pretend that I don't have a grandson like you."
After saying this, Old Master Bo, leaning on his cane and with a stern face, left the Bo family villa with the help of the butler.
Three days passed quickly.
On this bright and sunny day, Bo Jingcheng's mood was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
At this moment, Jiang Xinyue, wearing a long black dress with a small white flower pinned to her chest, stood not far from the cemetery.
The Fu family is holding a funeral for Fu Heng.
Jiang Xinyue only dared to watch from afar, not daring to approach.
The Fu family members were all in tears, especially Mrs. Fu, who leaned against Chairman Fu's chest and cried uncontrollably.
Zhou Qi, Fu Heng's cousin, and her son Hao Hao placed the flowers they were holding in front of the tombstone.
Jiang Xinyue gazed at the sorrowful scene. Even though she knew Fu Heng was not Fu Shuheng, she couldn't help but let her tears blur her vision.
"Aheng, you're so young, how could you leave me and your father like this? How am I supposed to live now?"
"Aunt, please accept my condolences. If my cousin were alive, he wouldn't want to see you so sad and heartbroken."
Zhou Qi took Hao Hao's hand and came to Madam Fu, unable to help but comfort her.
"It's all Jiang Xinyue's fault. If it weren't for her, my son wouldn't have died." Madam Fu vented all her resentment on Jiang Xinyue.
"This woman hasn't shown up for the past few days. She didn't even attend today's funeral. You can imagine how heartless she is. I just don't understand how Ah Heng could have fallen for her?"
Madam Fu couldn't understand why her son had fallen in love with such a heartless woman; she was simply unworthy of Fu Heng's affection.
Zhou Qi took out a letter from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to Madam Fu.
"This letter from your aunt was found in Aheng's room. Perhaps he has something to say to you."
Upon hearing this, Madam Fu immediately recalled what Jiang Xinyue had told her about the letter at the hospital.
"What letter?" Madam Fu had a bad feeling.
Chairman Fu couldn't help but say, "Madam, please open it and take a look!"
Mrs. Fu received the letter with trembling hands, her fingers slightly bent from nervousness. Everyone around fell silent, their eyes fixed on the letter in her hands. Mrs. Fu took a deep breath, slowly tore open the envelope, and pulled out the letter.
Her gaze swept over the handwriting on the letter, and the familiar script sent a shiver down her spine. Fu Heng's handwriting was strong and powerful, each stroke seemingly carrying his warmth. Her vision blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes again, but she still tried her best to decipher the contents of the letter.
"Mom, by the time you read this letter, I may no longer be alive. Please don't blame Xinyue; it's not her fault. It was my own choice because I love her, and I couldn't bear to watch her get hurt. I know you've always hoped I could find a girl of equal social standing, someone who could elevate the family's status, but matters of the heart cannot be forced. Xinyue is kind and brave; she deserves my life to protect her. There's one more thing..."
"You may find this unbelievable, but actually, I am not Fu Heng. My name is Fu Shuheng, and I am not your biological son. The real Fu Heng died a year ago. I come from the real world, just like Xin Yue. I came to this world to find her, and we will both leave sooner or later. This place does not belong to us; you are all just characters in a book. I am very happy to have become Fu Heng and your family this past year. I am also sorry to have occupied your biological son's body for so long. If fate allows, in the next life, I will be your son again. —Fu Shuheng's own handwriting."
After reading the letter, Mrs. Fu was struck dumb, the letter falling to the ground with a thud. She swayed precariously, and Chairman Fu quickly reached out to support her. Those around them watched in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.
"This...how is this possible?" Madam Fu murmured to herself, her eyes vacant, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. "Aheng, my Aheng, is he already dead?"
Chairman Fu picked up the letter from the ground and read it carefully. His brows furrowed, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. "Madam, how could this be? Could it be that he really isn't our son anymore?"
Zhou Qi also came over, and after reading the contents of the letter, he was equally astonished and speechless. "Aunt, Uncle, this...this is unbelievable."
Seeing Madam Fu's reaction, Jiang Xinyue, who was standing not far away, felt a little uneasy. She knew that the contents of this letter would have a huge impact on the Fu family. After hesitating for a moment, she still walked towards the Fu family.
"Mrs. Fu, Chairman Fu, I..." Jiang Xinyue had just started to speak when Mrs. Fu raised her head and looked straight at her.
"Jiang Xinyue, you dare to come again? Haven't you harmed the Fu family enough?"
Upon seeing Jiang Xinyue's appearance, her cousin Zhou Qi was filled with hostility towards her.
Hao Hao, however, was overjoyed when he saw Jiang Xinyue, exclaiming, "Aunt Xinyue!"
Jiang Xinyue smiled at Hao Hao.
"Is everything in this letter true? Is he really not our son?" Madam Fu's voice trembled, filled with expectation and fear. "You and he, are you from another world?"
Jiang Xinyue nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Madam Fu. Shuheng is really not Fu Heng. We come from the real world and came here for some special reasons."
Madam Fu swayed, almost falling again. "Then...then my Ah Heng, is he really gone?"
Jiang Xinyue bit her lip and said softly, "Yes, the real Fu Heng passed away a year ago. Shuheng... he was very grateful to be your son, and he loved you very much."
Upon hearing this, Madam Fu could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Chairman Fu put his arm around her and gently patted her back, his eyes filled with sadness and helplessness.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Whether you believe it or not, what Shuheng and I said is true. From today onwards, I will disappear from this world just like him. In time, you will no longer remember that he and I were ever here, and you will forget these painful memories."
After saying this, Jiang Xinyue bowed deeply to them, then turned and left.
After leaving the cemetery, Jiang Xinyue took a car to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Bo Jingcheng, holding his son Bo Xuan's hand, saw Jiang Xinyue arrive wearing a black dress, with a small white flower on her chest that was quite eye-catching.
"You went to Fu Heng's funeral?"
"Is there a problem?" Jiang Xinyue looked up at him, her gaze indifferent and her expression unusually calm.
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