Noticing that she was distracted, Yong Zhixu slowly let go of her hand, "Miss Tangxi, are you hurt?"
Although she was standing in front of him intact, he still wanted to hear her say it in person.
The low-pitched voice brought Tang Xili back to her senses, and a hint of doubt flashed across her clear eyes. Why do you ask that?
Could it be... that he knew that An Qian's death was related to her?
Indeed, given his status, it was not difficult for him to find out the grudge between her and the An family.
And he helped her at the old man’s birthday party last time.
However, what surprised Tang Xili was that he paid so much attention to her. Was he following her?
She thought so jokingly, but then secretly rejected it. Mr. Yong was a gentleman and would not do such a thing.
Unless there is something else in mind.
She told herself not to make such malicious assumptions, but her occupational disease made her a little more cautious.
There's no way, that's just how she is. She can't trust anyone completely.
The only person you can trust in this world is yourself.
"I'm fine, thank you Mr. Yong for your concern."
"I'm glad you're okay."
The two of them had a tacit understanding and neither of them talked about An Qian's death openly.
After saying these two sentences, he had nothing else to say. The early autumn breeze blew by, and the jacaranda trees not far away dropped a shower of blue and purple petals.
The setting sun cast a rosy glow over Tang Xili, and the cosmos in her hand seemed to be coated with a layer of orange light.
She casually fiddled with the pearlescent ribbon tied into a bow on the bouquet with her fingertips and wanted to turn back, but then she felt like she should say something more.
"Mr. Yong, thank you for the flowers. I'll... go back first."
Yong Zhixu took a step back, gracefully and politely, his thin pink lips slightly raised, "Miss Tangxi, goodbye."
Tang Xili nodded and turned to go home. When she was about to close the door, she noticed that the man had not left yet and looked back.
The tall and handsome man stood in the light, his smile so warm that it seemed to melt people.
Her mind couldn't help but think of the night when she was drunk on Chinese medicine. The man's hand wrapped in Buddhist beads stroked her head gently and dotingly, responding to her childishness.
No perfunctory at all...
Tang Xili suddenly turned around and covered her heart with her hands. Under the slightly cold palm, her heart was beating like a rabbit, as if it was going to jump out through her flesh and blood.
She pounded her heart in frustration. What was going on?
——
In just a few days, two people died in the An family, which attracted considerable attention in the circle.
People are discussing the cause of An Qian's death, and some are skeptical of the claim made by An's family that "An Qian tripped while peeling fruit and died accidentally."
Those rich daughters who were used by An Qian to deal with Tang Xili at Mr. An’s birthday party had wanted to take revenge on An Qian, but they were all saddened when they suddenly learned of her death.
In the end, thinking of their years of friendship, they discussed it and decided to attend the funeral. When a person dies, it is like a light going out, and all grudges will return to dust.
An Qian's funeral was very simple. It was held on the afternoon of the third day after her death. No outsiders were notified, only some relatives and friends were present.
After the pastor finished reading the eulogy, the master of ceremonies directed relatives and friends to go to the cemetery to bury An Qian's ashes.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky. The first rain of autumn washed away the last bit of summer heat.
After the urn was buried, relatives and friends lined up in front of the grave to offer chrysanthemums and left one after another.
Several rich daughters also presented chrysanthemums and left quietly with umbrellas.
When they left the cemetery, they saw several black cars parked at the gate in the misty rain.
A woman in black and high heels got out of the Lincoln in the middle, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums and walking slowly in the rain.
The hem of her pearlescent skirt swayed with her steps, like sparkling lake water pouring down on it.
Her high ponytail was covered with fine raindrops. As she passed by, the woman paused slightly, raised her wet eyelashes, and glanced at a few people casually.
Several rich daughters immediately lowered their heads in panic like mice seeing a cat, and quickened their pace to leave.
Tang Xili withdrew her gaze and continued walking towards the cemetery. When she was about to reach An Qian's grave, she heard steady and powerful footsteps behind her.
"Ms. Tangxi? What a coincidence."
The gentle voice carried a hint of surprise and was particularly pleasant to the ear in the rain.
Tang Xili turned around and saw a man in a black suit walking towards her with a black umbrella.
The sky was gloomy and his face was hidden under the umbrella, his three-dimensional outline casting a faint shadow in the dim light.
"Mr. Yong?" Tang Xili lowered her eyes and noticed the man's slender white hands holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
The ends of his thin eyebrows twitched slightly, and there was a hint of intriguing meaning in his eyes.
It seems like his relationship with the An family is pretty good?
Then why did you help her last time?
Tang Xili concealed her confusion and gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Mr. Yong is also attending An Qian's funeral?"
The man walked over to her and saw that her clothes were wet. He calmly tilted the umbrella over her head and explained in a gentle voice, "I have dealt with the An family in the business world."
The implication is that he didn't come because of An Qian.
Tang Xili didn't say anything. She looked up and found him holding an umbrella for her. She stepped back unnoticeably and said, "Mr. Yong, please."
Noticing her retreat, Yong Zhixu turned around to look at her bodyguards holding umbrellas, then looked at the slender but tough girl, remembering that last time in Lingnan, she also refused to hold an umbrella.
At that time he thought she was unwilling to share an umbrella with her, but now it seems that is not the case.
Maybe, just because I like it?
In front of the tombstone, the An family members were dressed in solemn black clothes and wore white flowers, all with sad expressions.
Gu Yuqing fell into An Minghe's arms, her face haggard, as if she had aged several years.
The couple had been estranged because of their infidelity for some time, but at this moment, they reconciled because of the death of their child.
The rain was getting heavier, and most of the relatives and friends had left. The An family gathered in front of the tombstone to say their final goodbyes.
They saw a girl in black walking in the rain from afar, and they thought she was An Qian's friend.
Gu Yuqing forced herself to cheer up and was about to say hello, but when she got closer, she found that the person was Tang Xili.
"Tang Xili! Bitch!" Hatred immediately surged violently in her heart like a raging storm, and Gu Yuqing cursed out loud.
The other members of the An family also saw that it was Tang Xili, and their faces darkened, revealing deep hatred.
Tang Xili held the chrysanthemums and ignored the An family. She went straight to the tombstone, straightened her body, and threw the chrysanthemums in front of An Qian's grave.
"Although it's quite unexpected, I still wish you a good journey and never be reborn."
The vicious curse instantly broke Gu Yuqing's defense. She broke free from An Minghe's arms, rushed out of the umbrella, and walked towards Tang Xili like an arrow.
"Bitch, you beast, you deserve a horrible death!" She raised her hand and slapped him.
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