The wrinkles on Chu Zhi's cheeks moved. She stared at Song Jingcheng sinisterly and asked him, "Are you really going to imprison me here?"
Song Jingcheng's attitude was submissive, but his words were forceful: "Either be imprisoned in this sanatorium, or lie in a coffin. It's your choice."
Chu Zhi was furious, "Get out!"
Song Jingcheng took Xie Jin and left. When they left the sanatorium, Song Jingcheng told Xie Jin, "Tell Yin Tao to keep a close eye on the Mu family."
Late at night, after soaking in the medicinal spring, Song Jingcheng tossed and turned in bed until three or four in the morning when he finally fell asleep.
I was half asleep when I suddenly received a call from Yin Tao.
"Boss, the main building of the Mu family caught fire tonight, and the fire department just arrived to put out the fire. Mu Xiao's study and bedroom have been burned down. It is said that the suicide note was placed in the study."
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng woke up from his drowsiness.
He asked Yin Tao: "What is Mu Tingyun doing tonight?"
"I was keeping vigil at the funeral home all night." He had a perfect alibi, which really cleared himself completely.
Song Jingcheng hung up the phone directly.
He stood up, put on his bathrobe, walked out of the bedroom, and went to the living room with a view on the same floor. He poured a cup of warm water, stood behind the railing with the water, and looked at the lake shimmering in the morning light.
"He's truly my good nephew..."
Song Jingcheng couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Knowing that Mu Xiao had no room for him, and guessing that the contents of the suicide note would definitely be disadvantageous to him, he simply burned the suicide note.
This way of doing things is indeed Mu Tingyun's style.
That night, the Mu family was busy as hell. Mu Tingyun did not sleep all night, but he was very excited.
The next morning, Xie Jinghong came to the Mu family alone to mourn Mu Xiao.
He placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the coffin, looked up at the stern old man in the portrait, then turned sideways to Mu Tingyun and said, "My condolences."
Mu Tingyun raised the corner of his lips slightly and replied, "Your condolences too."
The one who died was their common father, so it was right to express condolences.
Xie Jinghong understood the hidden meaning of Mu Tingyun's words, but he remained calm and squatted in front of the coffin to burn a few pieces of paper for Mu Xiao.
"I heard there was a big fire here last night, and my uncle's bedroom and study were burned down."
Hearing this, Mu Tingyun sighed, "Yes, there were a lot of people around last night, and someone might have smoked and thrown a cigarette butt carelessly."
"That was really careless." Xie Jinghong stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, and suddenly said, "By the way, before my uncle called me back to Qing City, he revealed a piece of news to me over the phone."
Xie Jinghong approached Mu Tingyun and whispered, "The will in the study is just a cover. The real will is in the Golden Judgment."
Mu Tingyun's face suddenly turned gloomy.
The July sky with a storm approaching could not compare to his expression at that moment.
Xie Jinghong took a step back and shrugged innocently. He said, "My uncle really prepared for a rainy day. Otherwise, this will would have been destroyed in the fire."
Mu Tingyun's good mood was completely ruined by Xie Jinghong's arrival.
At this moment, the housekeeper outside suddenly called out, "Mr. Song is here!"
The two people who were arguing with each other took a step back at the same time and turned to look outside the mourning hall.
Song Jingcheng, who came in a wheelchair, was wearing a tailor-made black suit today, with a burgundy shirt with dark patterned material underneath.
His attire revealed a cheerful mood.
It didn't feel like attending a funeral, but more like attending some kind of celebration.
Ma Kai followed behind Song Jingcheng, holding a large wreath made of white chrysanthemums, which was filled with the names of all the ancestors of the Song family.
The wheelchair was parked outside the mourning hall. Song Jingcheng stood up with the help of Xie Jin and slowly walked into the mourning hall.
Standing in front of the mourning hall, Song Jingcheng looked at Mu Xiao in the portrait and then bowed.
He took a stack of yellow paper and squatted in front of the brazier, burning the paper gracefully. As he did so, he said, "Don't worry, old man. All the Mu family members who have gone to the underworld will be warmly entertained by our Song ancestors."
"My Song family will also take good care of the Mu family members who are still alive."
“…”
After hearing this, the members of the Mu family inside and outside the mourning hall were angry but dared not say a word.
At this moment, a loud shout came from outside: "Meng Shan, the young master of the Meng family, comes to pay his respects to Mr. Mu!"
Dream home?
Everyone present looked outside the house in astonishment, and sure enough, they saw a man and a woman coming together.
Today is Mu Xiao's funeral, and the man and woman are both wearing black.
The man walking in front was tall and slender, with short flaxen hair combed back meticulously, revealing a full and heroic forehead.
A pair of brown eyes, hidden with sharpness, he kills decisively along the way.
Following Mengshan was a strong-looking beauty with a particularly hot body, wearing a black knee-length skirt.
She followed Mengshan's steps in nude high heels and looked imposing.
The first thing Mu Tingyun noticed was the briefcase in the woman's hand.
He secretly looked at Xie Jinghong, and coincidentally, Xie Jinghong was also staring at the briefcase in the hand of the woman named Meng.
The two brothers pursed their lips in tacit understanding and said nothing.
"Meng Shan of the Meng family, along with my cousin Meng Jin, is here to see Mr. Mu off." After paying his respects to the deceased, Meng Shan turned and said to Mu Tingyun, "The deceased has ascended to the immortal realm. The living may mourn and accept the loss."
Mu Tingyun hesitantly returned the greeting before saying, "The Mu family and the Meng family have never had any contact. I wonder if Mr. Mengshan is here today on official business or simply to offer condolences?"
"Mr. Mu is wrong. Although the Meng family and the Mu family have never had any contact, I do have some connections with the Mu family."
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