Chapter 1000: Past life, present life, illusion? (Part 2)
Allen pushed An Mingji to the coffin and stood beside him properly, saying in a low voice: "Master, please take another look at the lady. The coffin will be closed and she will be buried soon."
The wheelchair stopped in front of the coffin, and An Mingji's heart was beating uncontrollably.
There was even a strong sense of grief and sadness in my heart.
He still didn't understand what was happening.
The body has already started moving subconsciously.
He leaned forward slightly to look inside the coffin at the person whom Alan called his wife.
Just one glance and his eyes were bloodshot.
The world turned upside down, and everything before my eyes was blood red.
An Mingji held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, his eyes wide open and red, staring straight at the woman in the coffin.
The woman inside looked to be in her thirties or forties, elegant and graceful, wearing an Italian royal dress.
Her eyes were closed and her face was calm, as dignified and arrogant as a plum blossom that could not be touched.
A faint strange smell rushed into my nose, which was the unique smell emitted by a corpse.
An Mingji looked at the woman lying inside, examining her carefully, even not missing the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
Even though she is old, she cannot hide her beautiful face when she was young.
Not to mention a face like this one, one that was so familiar to An Mingji.
The woman in the coffin was actually his sister Ajin!
"Ajin!"
An Mingji was heartbroken and roared heartbreakingly.
He forgot that his legs were disabled at the moment, and stood up suddenly, wanting to go forward to check.
However, this action caused him to fall directly to the ground.
"Master!"
Alan immediately stepped forward to help.
Other close associates of the Darwin family also rushed forward.
The nobles of Youcheng standing in the huge hall were all startled by this scene, and each of them had a confused expression on their face.
None of them understood how it was that the former daughter-in-law of the eldest son of the Liu family, after being pushed out by the Liu family as a scapegoat, suddenly turned into the mistress of the Darwin family in Italy.
This family, which has always been mysterious but people dare not mention it easily, actually has a great connection with the former daughter-in-law of the Liu family.
Many days after the woman died.
All the noble families in Youcheng received funeral invitations from the Darwin family.
The post stated that the matron of the Darwin family had passed away, and everyone was invited to attend.
The other party held a grand funeral in Youcheng with a strong attitude. Who would dare not give face?
Only after they arrived did they know what had really happened.
At this moment, looking at the grief-stricken and heartbroken look of the head of the Darwin family, everyone's eyes were frequently looking at the Liu and Zhen families.
Looks like someone is going to be in trouble.
However, no one should think about watching anyone else's show. All the people invited today are more or less related to the Liu and Zhen families.
Those who are smart and clear-minded are all feeling anxious and uneasy at this moment.
Alan helped An Mingji up, not understanding why the head of the family suddenly made such a big fuss.
The sadness on the patriarch's face and the hostility in his eyes made Alan feel a little helpless for a moment, and even more uneasy in his heart.
When they received the news that his wife was used as a scapegoat and sacrificed by the Liu and Zhen families, the anger in the head of the family's eyes was not as shocking as it is now.
All the changes seemed to have just begun.
Sensing the inquiring gazes around him, Allen supported An Mingji and lowered his voice: "Master, are you okay?"
"Ajin, Ajin..."
With Allen's support, An Mingji rested his hands on the exquisite coffin and stared closely at the woman lying inside.
He kept calling Gu Jin's name.
Every sound conveyed his grief and grief.
(End of this chapter)
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