Chapter 283: She is Inviting】

A few days later, Ye Yong's cenotaph was ready.

Ye Xianghong took her three children to pay homage.

After burning paper money and paying homage, Ye Xianghong said that she would stay for a while and asked Ye Qingyue and her three children to go back first.

The three of them left the cemetery.

Ye Feng said, "The police station also notified me and asked me to get Qin Yong's ashes."

"I'll go with you."

Ye Qingyue said, "My uncle has already prepared Qin Yong's tomb. After we get the ashes today, we can ask someone to seal it in."

She looked at Ye Mei again and said, "Do you want to come with us? Or do you want to go and do your thing?"

Some time ago, Ye Mei was about to confess her true identity to Sheng Zhiwu, but an accident happened that day and it has not been resolved until now.

"...I'll go contact someone."

Ye Mei knew that she wouldn't have the courage to speak if she kept delaying, so she shook her head and walked away with distressed steps.

Ye Qingyue and Ye Feng went to the police station and happened to meet an acquaintance, Lu Aiguo.

Seeing him, Ye Qingyue was just curious about what happened between Lu Aiguo and her parents.

Ye Feng had mixed feelings. No matter what, Lu Aiguo was the one who shot his father to death.

Even if Ye Yong deserved it, Ye Feng still felt strange when he saw Lu Aiguo.

When Lu Aiguo saw the two people, he was stunned at first, and then said: "Are you... here to collect Ye Yong's ashes?"

After all, the two families are relatives, and it is impossible for them to ignore each other when they meet. As an elder, Lu Aiguo can only break the silence.

"Yeah."

Ye Qingyue nodded.

"I'm here to do something..."

Lu Aiguo was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again: "Sorry."

When he was young, he was trained in the special forces and often carried out some dangerous missions.

If you want to stay alive, you can't be soft-hearted most of the time.

Therefore, Lu Aiguo learned the art of killing.

Seeing the guy who was about to commit murder, Lu Aiguo almost instinctively reacted and shot and killed the other party.

Unexpectedly, it was Ye Yong, Ye Xianghong's husband and the father of the two children in front of him.

Lu Aiguo felt a little guilty.

"This is your job responsibility, Uncle Lu, you don't have to apologize to us."

Ye Qingyue knew that Lu Aiguo had a special identity.

When she worked for the country in her previous life, she often came into contact with people like Lu Aiguo.

People like Lu Aiguo are working on the front lines, walking on the edge of a knife every day, almost tying their heads to their belts, ready to die at any time.

It is understandable that such people's first reaction when encountering a crime scene is to shoot.

"No matter what, I..."

Lu Aiguo stopped talking halfway, as if he didn't know how to start.

Finally, he said: "If you encounter any trouble, you can find me, I will do my best to help you as compensation."

He owed this family too much.

After speaking, Lu Aiguo bowed his head slightly and left immediately.

Ye Qingyue and Ye Feng received the ashes, and then went to the Jiang family to contact someone and buried the ashes in the grave.

Watching the workers adding soil and applying cement, Ye Feng suddenly said, "I still can't believe it. He died like this."

When Ye Yong died while fighting the flood, Ye Feng was stunned for a while.

Although he didn't have much affection for this violent father, as a child, he couldn't believe that his father who had been with him for so many years suddenly passed away.

A few days ago, Ye Feng was shocked again when he learned that Ye Yong was not dead.

But in the blink of an eye, Ye Yong died again.

After making a lot of trouble, he died cleanly.

And this time, Ye Feng, who witnessed Ye Yong's death with his own eyes, clearly understood that Ye Yong would never come back, and he would sleep forever in this small grave.

Death, it turns out that he is so close to me.

Ye Feng subconsciously grabbed Ye Qingyue's hand and couldn't help but said, "Sister, I...you don't leave me so easily like he did."

Ye Qingyue didn't mind him talking nonsense, but held Ye Feng's hand instead.

Many times, adults think that children's innocent words are too silly and laugh at them inadvertently.

Even though the children grow up and look back on their words when they were young, they will think that they were silly at that time.

But for the child themselves, those words were true and represented all their hearts.

When being sneered and denied by adults, they can't help but feel depressed and even sad.

Ye Qingyue doesn't want to be an adult who makes children sad. After all, she was once that sad child.

She said softly, "Ah Feng, our family will live in peace and health until old age."

In this life, she would never let anyone around her leave "hastily" like Ye Yong.

On the way home with Ye Feng, Ye Qingyue suddenly said, "Ah Feng, I have something to do, you go back first."

Ye Feng glanced at her and said, "Come back early."

The tone sounded a little wrong.

Ye Qingyue felt a little guilty, always thinking that the younger brother had seen something. She coughed lightly and walked away in small steps.

She found the small shop opposite the hospital.

The younger brother who was guarding the shop was dozing off, and he suddenly became energetic when he saw her, and subconsciously shouted, "Sister-in-law."

Ye Qingyue: "?"

"Cough cough cough!"

The younger brother realized that he had spoken out of turn and hurriedly covered up his embarrassment.

It's not his fault that he said it.

Everyone in their circle knew that Young Master Huo had a girl. Although the two had not announced the news to the public, the bracelet on Young Master Huo's wrist was very dazzling.

As younger brothers, everyone tacitly accepted that Ye Qingyue was Young Master Huo's wife.

Since she was the eldest brother's wife, she had to be called sister-in-law.

Therefore, when they talked about Ye Qingyue in private, they didn't call her by name, but called her sister-in-law directly. "Sister -in-law