Chapter 77: Funeral Blood Spreads
Gao Li suppressed his nausea and rushed into the rainstorm again.
She is looking for Zheng Hui.
Lightning suddenly cut through the dark night sky, and Gao Li saw her in the yard.
She stood in the pouring rain, her rain-soaked clothes clinging to her body, highlighting her frail frame. She should have had her hair tied up, but it was now disheveled, with a few wet strands covering half her face.
Gao Li ran forward quickly and raised the umbrella in his hand.
Zheng Hui did not move. Her eyes were empty and numb. She stared blankly ahead, as if her soul had been pulled out, leaving only an empty shell.
She was so thin, and her body swayed in the rain as if it would fall down at any moment.
Gao Li just wanted to help her up, but she collapsed and sat in the rain.
Zheng Hui pushed Gao Li away, letting the heavy rain pound down on her. Suddenly, as if to come to her senses, she tilted her head back, gazing at the night sky, and questioned with a poignant and desperate tone.
"Why?"
"Why me?"
Tears mixed with raindrops slid down her face, and she laughed at herself.
"It turns out I've never escaped, hahahaha."
Her freedom never came.
The umbrella fell to the ground. Gao Li stared at the desperate soul in front of him and suddenly knelt on the ground.
Guilt and powerlessness spread throughout her body along with the rain, making her shiver with cold and unable to breathe.
When she faced Jian Yi once, she wondered, had she done something wrong?
But at this moment, she found that she was really wrong.
As Zheng Hui cried loudly, Gao Li shed silent tears.
Why did she create the character of Zheng Hui and give her such an experience?
Because she used Zheng Hui as a contrast, contrasting the evil of the Jian family father and son, and then contrasting the male protagonist Jian Sili's purity and integrity.
She wrote a story of robbery and plunder, and Zheng Hui was the most innocent victim of this story.
Although she only mentioned it briefly and she didn't know that it was Jian Zhengyuan who was pushing and manipulating outside the plot, she did abuse this character for the sake of drama.
When she saw Zheng Hui's pain with her own eyes, Gao Li realized clearly how indifferent she was when she set the character's fate from a God's perspective.
Gao Li knelt in front of Zheng Hui and put his trembling arms around her shoulders.
——[I’m sorry. I’m sorry.]
When Jian Yi arrived, he saw the two of them hugging and crying.
He walked forward with his cane and held up an umbrella to block the heavy rain.
The raindrops hit the umbrella. He stood there quietly, looking at the endless darkness.
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Jian Sili and Susan arrived late.
Jian Yi folded his umbrella and stood by the door, "It's hopeless."
Jian Sili searched the other rooms thoroughly, "Where are the others?"
Even though Zhou Lan was not there, there were still so many servants in the Jian residence, how could it be empty?
Jian Sili sneered, "How should I know?"
Zheng Hui was doing well outside and suddenly came back. She had been kept in the dark for decades and suddenly found out the truth. Who would believe it if there was no one behind the scenes?
Jian Zhengyuan was the manipulator in Zheng Hui's tragedy. Then what role did Zhou Lan, who has not appeared until now, play in Jian Zhengyuan's death?
Jian Yi had no intention of pursuing the matter. No matter what her purpose was, the final result was good.
What he could think of, Jian Sili could naturally think of as well.
But the result is already decided, and the most important thing now is how to deal with this matter.
"What do you think about burying him according to normal circumstances?"
Jian Sili suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yi intently, as if he was in disbelief and also thinking.
Su Sangwan had already learned everything from Gao Li. She stared at the miserable man on the ground with red eyes.
Jian Zhengyuan died tragically, but she didn't feel any extra sympathy for him.
She did not forget Jian Zhengyuan's threats to her, nor did she forget the pain he had inflicted on her.
"That's it."
She looked away in disgust, walked out of the room, and as she turned the door, a few words fell lightly into the ears of the two men.
"He got it really cheap."
Jian Sili pursed his lips tightly.
Isn't it? He is such a cruel and selfish villain that he should be discredited and condemned by everyone, but now, in order to protect the victim, he is to be buried with dignity as if he died a normal death.
Among all the people present, only Jian Sili had received Jian Zhengyuan's false sincerity.
Jian Yi sneered and turned away.
Jian Sili had better do as he said, because he would not let Jian Sili push Zheng Hui out no matter what.
Because of Zheng Hui and Gao Li, giving him a grand burial is already a decent gesture for this despicable villain.
He was not as lucky as Jian Sili. Jian Sili was a legitimate child, while he was an illegitimate child and had never been able to obtain this kind of "divine product" wrapped in shit.
The news of Jian Zhengyuan's accidental death quickly spread in the circle.
The rainstorm ended, and the sun broke through the thick clouds, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.
In front of Jian's house, rows of black cars were parked silently, and servants in black lowered their heads, respectfully welcoming every guest who came to pay their respects.
When going to the cemetery, Jian Sili walked in front holding the photo, and other relatives followed closely behind.
Gao Li changed into black clothes and followed Jian Yi. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she followed the team numbly.
After the incident, Zheng Hui went from being dazed to having no desire to live. She just lay in bed, staring at the white ceiling for a long time.
Gao Li had to ask Aunt Zhou to watch over her at all times, for fear that she would do something extreme if he wasn't careful.
Arriving at the cemetery, Gao Li quietly watched them send Jian Zhengyuan off on his final journey with the most honorable and tedious procedures.
——[Why?]
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her distracted gaze focused on the photo in the center with a kind face, slowly turning into a little bit of unwillingness.
He did so many bad things, why did he still get a grand and decent funeral, and why did so many powerful people take the trouble to travel back from all over to pay their respects to him?
Gao Li clenched his fists hanging at his sides, determined to do something.
——[No. 13, don’t you have a limited edition cheat code? The one with paper and pen, let me use it once.]
No. 13 could fully understand the host's feelings at the moment, and it didn't want to see the life of the despicable Jian Zhengyuan end in such a glorious way.
"I can give the host one more credit. Host, what do you want to do?"
Thinking of the host's temper, No. 13 calmed his trembling soul, "Host, you are not going to overturn his urn, are you?"
Gao Li was silent.
——[……]
--[May I? ]
No. 13: “…”
When No. 13 was thinking about how to persuade him, Gao Li raised a sly smile.
——[No, doesn’t he want to be glamorous? I want to make this funeral more glamorous and unforgettable.]
At the funeral banquet, guests gathered in twos and threes, talking in low voices. Occasionally, one or two people could be seen with an unconcealable smile on their lips.
Gao Li sat in the corner, his eyes silently sweeping over everyone present.
They were talking about business or gossiping, but none of it had anything to do with the real host of the day.
Their whispers and complicated thoughts are the biggest irony of this funeral.
Gao Li suddenly had an appetite and she happily took a piece of cake.
The entire banquet was like a huge stage, performing a fake funeral drama, which was extremely ironic.
Look, those servants are busying themselves silently, but they don't show any sadness.
Jian Sili was surrounded by people. He was now the real ruler of the Jian family, so naturally there were many people who flattered him. In such an occasion, he was surrounded by people and could not pay attention to this hypocritical father.
Zhou Lan stood in the corner, shaking her wine glass, in a good mood. Their eyes met, and they both understood each other, but neither of them delved into it.
After so much preparation and so much hardship, she finally lost her husband. How could she not be happy?
Since she can't get a divorce in this life, the only option she has is to become a widow.
Only Jian Shaoyi came back from school and shed some tears for her father who died unexpectedly.
She was so upset because there was no one in the Jian family who could protect her and suppress her brother. Her brother turned his elbow outward and did not side with them. Thinking that he would not be able to live as he wished in the future, Jian Shaoyi cried sadly and her eyes turned red.
Gao Li raised his hand, and the sunlight filtered through his fingers and fell into the corners of his eyes.
The weather is so nice today.
A cool breeze blew by, ruffling the white flowers used for the memorial and bringing with it a chill.
The strange scene that happened in the next moment attracted everyone's attention, and made everyone shudder involuntarily.
Those white flowers seemed to have touched some mysterious power and began to gradually change color. Starting from the stamens, each flower turned bright red, as if fresh blood was about to drip.
At the same time, this mysterious power spread to the surrounding trees, and the branches, leaves, and even every inch of bark were dyed with this shocking blood red.
The funeral banquet instantly became depressing and terrifying. The blood-red color reflected in everyone's eyes still couldn't cover up the unspeakable fear within them.
The crowd began to riot, with children and women screaming one after another, and the scene was in chaos.
Jian Sili's gaze passed over the pushing and shoving crowd and fell on Gao Li who was eating pastries in silence.
Among all the people present, she was the only one who could pull off such a bizarre and supernatural phenomenon.
Gao Li did not dodge, but met his gaze directly, which was a silent judgment.
Why does he do that?
Jian Yi silently took a step forward, standing in front of Gao Li, blocking their view, and looked up at Jian Sili.
It's best not to act rashly.
In just a short while, all the guests had left, and only they, the insiders, were left at the scene.
The mysterious power withdrew, the blood-red color gradually faded, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
A gust of wind blew, and the white petals fluttered down.
Jian Sili withdrew his gaze and looked at the scene which remained as it was, his brows slightly furrowed.
He knew the hatred that the others held towards Jian Zhengyuan. He frowned not at anyone, but because the subsequent finishing work had become his task.
How could he explain this bizarre phenomenon to others?
There is no solution.
People rushed to tell the story, and the more bizarre it was, the more it was spread, and the more it was spread, the more bizarre it became.
This funeral was even more magnificent.
However, Zheng Hui surrendered herself.
Her surrender revealed all the reasons and exposed this evil person in broad daylight.
After his death, Jian Zhengyuan's reputation was truly ruined.
Mr. Jian and Jian Zhengyuan were disgraced, the Jian family's image collapsed, and the company suffered an unprecedented blow.
Jian Sili came forward to apologize. As a living beneficiary who enjoyed the benefits of the Jian family, he took on all the people's anger.
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