Why did I feel that a selfish and cold-hearted woman who only cared about herself, a cruel and unscrupulous woman, was just like my own sister?

She was so silly at the age of fifteen. She was foolish enough to be deceived by Luo Aofu and coaxed into giving her so many jewelry and nice clothes. After all, their two families were very poor both financially and in other aspects. So Luo Aofu coaxed her so much that she wanted to give her her heart.

By the time she realized that she was the evil wolf, it was too late. Her parents were gone and she herself was ruined, but these things would never happen again in this life.

Luo Aofu wanted to deceive her, but she was dreaming. Besides, no matter how old she got, Luo Aofu could not change her selfish and cold nature.

She would never forgive her, not even for the rest of her life.

It was impossible for Luo Aofu to use her name to seduce Shen Hongxiu.

As for whether Luo Aofu and Shen Hongxiu were destined to be husband and wife in this life, that was not something she could care about or control.

The initial heartbeat was just a thing of the previous life. Even if she has returned to the starting point now, that feeling has long been lost in the long river of time, and real life has changed her beyond recognition.

She had no right to interfere in Shen Hongxiu's life, but she absolutely would not let Luo Aofu live a happy life by stepping on the blood of her and her parents.

She smiled at the servant, her voice gentle.

"Tell her to wait for me in the courtyard. I'll pack up and go find her..."

Then Mo Yunyan turned around and ran towards her boudoir with light steps.

The skirt embroidered with flowers looks like a blooming flower as she turns around, and her charming figure is like a flying butterfly.

The story of time and space begins again at this moment. All people and things may be changing quietly, deviating from their original trajectory little by little. The flapping of a butterfly's wings will always cause unspeakable mysterious changes.

The feeling Shen Mingxi had when she returned was almost the same as when she came. In the blink of an eye, she was standing on the floor of her own bedroom with the system.

Glancing at the time, it was already past two in the morning. Shen Mingxi couldn't help but stick out her tongue playfully. She was so amazing. She had done so many things in nearly two hours. Then she felt that her actions were too childish. She straightened her face and asked 009 to go to rest, while she changed into pajamas and lay on the bed to catch up on her sleep.

Even if the body can stay up late, it still has to follow the laws of nature. However, Shen Mingxi was still very relaxed at this time. All that was left was to deal with Lin Hanzhang.

Unexpectedly, the phone at home rang at around six in the morning. Shen Jiawen got up early, but Uncle Shen was still sleeping in. After listening carefully, Shen Mingxi was also shocked. She didn't expect Qu Song to find out so quickly that Mrs. Mo had passed away peacefully.

Qu Song didn't have the Feng family's phone number, but there was a letter to Zhao Suqin on the table.

Qu Song is very busy now, so he brought Qu Lina back.

But he still asked someone to find the phone numbers of the Feng family and the Shen family in the shortest time possible, and then notified them separately.

After all, in the capital, apart from the grudges, apart from Qu Song, the adopted son, and Qu Lina, the granddaughter, the Shen family is really the only relative of Mo Yunyan at present.

As for the Mo family, it is said that they will arrive in Beijing at around 8 o'clock. They will naturally know the news after they arrive. It is impossible to notify them now even if we want to.

Qu Song's wording was very precise. Mo Yunyan passed away peacefully, which proved that there was no change or surprise in the matter. He had also accepted it very calmly. It seemed that the legacy that Mrs. Mo gave and left to Qu Song in that letter was quite generous.

And everything is well documented, so there is no possibility of accidents.

After the Mo family arrived, Zhao Suqin and Feng Fan had already gone to the hotel. Led by his second uncle, Shen Mingxi and the other two also rushed to that place together. After all, they had already been notified, and they were indeed relatives, so it was impossible for them to ignore it.

Although all of Mo Yunyan's industries and friends are abroad, the hotel where she is temporarily staying is also very lively at this moment. It has been booked, although it is indeed not a good thing for such a thing to happen.

However, Madam Mo had made very clear arrangements for her affairs after her death. She had authorized Qu Song to handle all investment matters, and had given us great discounts. This kind of discount was for technology sharing that we had never dared to think of before. You know, what our country lacks now is this kind of technology, and there are all kinds of technologies that are lacking.

Naturally, many people from relevant departments also came.

It has to be said that, putting aside all the grudges and right and wrong, Qu Song and Principal Mo, together with some heads of other departments, handled Mo Yunyan's funeral in a grand manner.

As the saying goes, fallen leaves return to their roots, and she had clearly stated in her letter that she wanted them to bury her next to her parents' grave.

After Shen Hongxiu learned the bad news, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. After a few breaths, he cleaned up the broken glass with a calm expression.

He did not go to the capital because in two days Mo Yunyan's ashes would be taken back to Yuncheng by Principal Mo.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Suqin and Feng Fan followed Principal Mo, Qu Song and Qu Lina to Yuncheng.

There is strength in numbers, and with connections and financial capabilities, things in Yuncheng are handled very satisfactorily.

The deceased is buried in peace, and when Shen Hongxiu looked at the photo on the tombstone, for some reason, a pretty figure of a girl suddenly appeared in his mind.

I don’t know why, but a tear fell from the corner of Shen Hongxiu’s eye.

He has white hair on his temples.

The wind blew over, and I seemed to hear the equally sweet voice of a girl.

"Hey cousin, if you have something to say, just say it. Why did you push me from behind?"

Shen Hongxiu's long forgotten memories suddenly became clear at this moment.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them he had regained clarity. Looking up at the sky, he felt bitterness and an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I just hope that Mo Yunyan can have an afterlife and be a happy and beautiful girl.

She had lived such a miserable life, and the fact that she was able to leave so peacefully added a touch of warmth to her tragic life.

Shen Hongxiu took another deep look at the photo on the tombstone, then turned around and left with big strides.

(End of this chapter)