The Ye family is preparing for a funeral, with decorations hanging on the door lintel.
Fang Min was puzzled. Her husband, Ye Jun, had been dead for almost half a year, and her family had already held a funeral for him. It couldn't possibly have been held for Ye Jun.
Oh no! Could it be that either of my in-laws died? The more Fang Min thought about it, the more convinced she became.
She pinched her thigh hard, making her cry out in pain. She also pinched Ye Fangxuan twice, causing Ye Fangxuan to wail loudly in pain.
Then she pulled Ye Fangxuan along, crying all the way into the door.
"Dad...Mom...What's wrong? I'm late..."
Mr. and Mrs. Ye turned around, their faces darkening.
"We're not dead yet!"
Fang Min awkwardly stopped crying and gave Ye Fangxuan a couple of light taps. "Stop crying!"
Ye Fangxuan covered her mouth, afraid to cry out.
Her arm hurts so much...
Fang Min looked at the wooden coffin in the middle of the main room and asked in confusion, "Who died?"
Ye's parents didn't want to deal with their brainless eldest daughter-in-law.
Fang Min couldn't read the words on the memorial tablet, but she saw her brother-in-law's photo.
Ye Jun's younger brother is dead?
The relatives who came to attend the funeral pulled Fang Min aside.
Tell her that it was indeed Ye Jun's younger brother who died.
Fang Min's mouth dropped open in shock. "Didn't he just take over his older brother's job at the steel factory?"
"Who wouldn't say that! He'd only been working there a few months when an accident at the factory cost him his life. Sigh, your in-laws are really pitiful, losing two sons within a year. They'd just arranged for Ye Jun's younger brother to marry someone, and the wedding was set for next month. Now it's all like this, it's such a pity..."
The relatives sighed repeatedly.
Fang Min had to admit that the Ye family was incredibly unlucky; they had encountered all sorts of bad luck.
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