As Lu Zhiwei wished, Shen Jinmo held a world-renowned funeral for her.
It's funny, actually.
He had always wanted to give Lu Zhiwei an incredibly grand wedding, but in the end, the wedding didn't happen, but the funeral did.
The funeral was held in the ancestral hall of the Shen family's old residence.
There has been much discussion about Shen Jinmo's actions.
It is said that Shen Jinmo and Lu Zhiwei have been divorced for a long time, and Lu Zhiwei is no longer the young mistress of the Shen family. What right does she have to enter the Shen family's ancestral hall to hold a funeral?
However, Shen Jinmo insisted on setting up the mourning hall at the Shen family's old house, ignoring all rumors and gossip.
This infuriated Jiang Zhan.
She barged into the Shen family home alone and caused a scene several times, shouting that her sister Lu Zhiwei was still alive, and even if she were dead, her funeral should be held in the Lu family home, so what right did the Shen family have to do that?
Shen Jinmo let him make a scene, and once he had had enough, he found a few bodyguards to "invite" Jiang Zhan out.
On the day of the funeral, the rain cleared and the warm winter sun shone gently on every inch of Yunzhou.
The old Shen family mansion, adorned with white lanterns, elegiac couplets, and white wreaths, was shrouded in gloom.
Guests from all over came to the funeral in an endless stream to enter the Shen family's old residence.
Wearing a dark black suit with a white corsage pinned to his chest, Shen Jinmo greeted the guests who came to pay their respects at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
"Please accept my condolences, Mr. Shen."
"It is truly regrettable that Miss Lu passed away at such a young age."
Passing guests would stop to comfort Shen Jinmo.
Shen Jinmo's face was somber and unsmiling. He only nodded slightly in response to the guests' comforting words, as if he were truly immersed in the grief of losing his beloved, his heart breaking.
The Lu family sent a total of five cars.
The people who got out of the car were Lu Yunsheng, Zhao Xiuying, Zhao Jingyao, and some members of the Lu family's collateral branches, all of whom were relatives of Lu Zhiwei.
They all put on solemn and dignified mourning clothes and entered the ancestral hall.
Zhao Jingyao had a white flower pinned to her hair as she gazed at the memorial tablet and white portrait displayed on the altar in the ancestral hall.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings.
The person she was most jealous of in her life is dead.
He died suddenly and unexpectedly.
She finally got rid of the resentment in her heart.
"Mom, it's good that the Shen family is helping to arrange Lu Zhiwei's funeral. It will save us from having to go into the Lu family's ancestral hall, which would only bring bad luck," Zhao Jingyao said, holding Zhao Xiuying's hand.
"Shut up, this is a mourning hall. Show some respect to your sister." Since her release from prison, Zhao Xiuying has become much more clear-headed and has come to terms with many things.
They don't compete or fight, and they don't like to make enemies.
With Lu Zhiwei's death, the entire Lu family seemed to have lost its backbone, which was not a good thing.
After being scolded by Zhao Xiuying, Zhao Jingyao shut her mouth in disdain.
The mother and daughter took white chrysanthemums to pay their respects.
Lu Yunsheng stood there, stunned, unable to believe that his strong-willed daughter, who had always been so capable, was gone.
The grief and pain on his face seemed to come from the depths of his heart.
Not long after, Jiang Zhan, dressed in dark black mourning clothes, appeared in the mourning hall with Lu Anyu by his hand.
Lu Anyu held a box of paintbrushes in his hands, his face contorted in a grimace.
The little guy's arrival caught the attention of Lu Yunsheng and Zhao Xiuying.
Since giving birth, Lu Zhiwei has rarely returned to China, and even when she does return, she rarely brings her child to meet with the Lu family.
All the members of the Lu family in the ancestral hall saw that the little Lu Anyu had a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Lu Zhiwei in terms of his eyebrows and eyes.
All eyes turned to him.
Lu Anyu took Jiang Zhan's hand and led him to the altar. They knelt on the prayer mat and kowtowed three times.
When she looked up, tears streamed down her little face. "Mommy... An'an can't bear to part with you."
After Lu Anyu knelt down, Jiang Zhan immediately knelt down as well.
He knelt there with his back straight, tears streaming down his face: "Sister... I can't bear to part with you either."
He cried even louder than Lu Anyu, and he seemed more like a child than Lu Anyu.
Seeing him crying so loudly, Lu Anyu wiped away his tears and said, "Uncle, that's my mommy. Why are you crying so loudly? You can't cry louder than me."
"That's my sister. I met her before you were even born."
The two of them cried their hearts out in front of the altar, their grief equally intense.
The guests who came to pay their respects came in waves.
Jiang Zhan and Lu Anyu cried repeatedly.
It wasn't until Police Captain Liu Changqing led a team of police officers into the mourning hall that the incident occurred.
Lu Anyu sniffled, too frightened to cry anymore, and asked, "Uncle, what are these police officers doing here?"
Jiang Zhan recognized Liu Changqing at a glance: "Don't worry, they're not here to arrest you. That's your mom's police friend in Yunzhou."
After presenting the chrysanthemums, Liu Changqing stood in front of Lu Anyu and asked, "You are Lu Zhiwei's son, aren't you?"
Lu Anyu nodded with teary eyes: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Your mommy is the strongest and bravest person I've ever met. How did she give birth to such a snotty-nosed son like you? Cheer up and try to grow into a real man."
Liu Changqing reached out and patted Lu Anyu on the shoulder.
"I don't even have a mommy anymore, am I not allowed to cry?" Lu Anyu cried even louder.
At that time, a black, extended Bentley luxury car stopped outside the gate of the Shen family's old residence.
The car door opened, and Luo Xiuli, dressed in a black suit and shiny black leather shoes, stepped out. He wasn't wearing a flower on his chest.
On the other side of the car door, Luo Wuyan, dressed in a black dress, stepped out with a white flower tucked behind her ear.
Luo Xiu didn't understand the burial customs of Yunzhou, nor did he like to follow them.
More than anything, he simply didn't believe Lu Zhiwei was dead.
From the day Lu Zhiwei had her accident, he thought it was a mistake. How could Lu Zhiwei, who had more lives than a nine-tailed fox, possibly die? So he waited patiently for the aftermath in the United States.
It wasn't until she received Shen Jinmo's obituary and news of the funeral that she finally received the news.
Despite the old man's objections, he and Luo Wuyan insisted on coming to Yunzhou from the United States.
The brother and sister walked in quickly.
We arrived outside the mourning hall.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Shen Jinmo greeted the guests who came to pay their respects with a sorrowful expression at the door.
Luo Xiu walked step by step to his side, immediately grabbed Shen Jinmo's suit collar, and lifted him off the wheelchair: "Tell me! Zhizhi is not dead at all, right?"
"Let go of my brother." Shen Jiarui, who was in charge of the funeral hall, saw Luo Xiu bullying his older brother as soon as he arrived, so he rushed out and grabbed his arm.
Luo Wuyan stood next to Luo Xiu, and their eyes met when they met.
She coldly moved away.
Shen Jiarui calmly withdrew his gaze from Luo Wuyan's face and warned Luo Xiu again: "I order you to let go. There are Yunzhou police officers here."
Luo Xiu gritted his teeth and angrily threw Shen Jinmo back into the wheelchair: "Where is her urn?"
"I'll take you there." Fearing that this madman would bother his elder brother again, Shen Jiarui led Luo Xiu into the mourning hall.
Luo Xiu stared intently at the black and white portrait that was hanging up.
The woman, whose face was as bright as a flower, paled in comparison.
At that moment, Luo Xiu's heart felt as if it had been struck by a blunt object, and a dense, throbbing pain spread throughout him.
The urn was placed on the altar.
Without saying a word, Luo Xiu walked over and opened the box.
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