Chapter 45 Funeral
"Sweetie, every time it's you lying there enjoying yourself while I work hard."
"If I had known, I would have brought the marriage registration form."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yujing simply looked away, pursing her lips without saying a word.
She considers herself a thorough realist, dislikes indulging in unrealistic dreams, and forcibly pulls her thoughts back to immerse herself in her work.
But in reality, every midnight dream, she is always deeply immersed in a series of pink dreams.
The forced composure maintained during work and studies is nothing more than another kind of forced compromise.
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During their stay on the top floor of Wanxiang during the Spring Festival, the two of them enjoyed a few days of fulfilling life together, much like living in seclusion in the countryside.
Lin Yujing would carry her easel and sit in front of the French windows to paint every day, while Chen Jingshu would sit next to her with his laptop, reading project proposals.
A warm and fulfilling world for two, undisturbed by anyone, where even the hustle and bustle of the bustling streets cannot reach inside the courtyard walls.
The sunset was infinitely beautiful. When the warm light dappled the canvas, it also illuminated Lin Yujing's paint-stained cheeks, making her look vivid and lovely.
Chen Jingshu, holding a wet tissue, leaned down across the desk to wipe her face.
For some reason, Lin Yujing's heart also trembled.
She had seen the exact same scene in her dream.
When she turned her head back to Chen Jingshu, tears welled up in her eyes.
She thought to herself, if quantum entanglement and parallel worlds really exist, then she should have already married him.
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After signing with JING Art Museum, Lin Yujing would spend her free time sitting on a recliner in her bedroom with her iPad, rocking back and forth while watching documentaries about world museums to broaden her knowledge.
Occasionally, I'll fall asleep listening to the London accent in documentaries.
Watching documentaries becomes like listening.
Living a slow and peaceful life, even her breathing gradually became calm.
The electric rocking chair sways gently, and even with your eyes closed, you can feel the tranquility of life.
Then the light in front of her dimmed, and a tall figure blocked her way.
The familiar scent of ebony and agarwood made Lin Yujing know who it was without even opening her eyes.
She was too lazy to open her eyes and let Chen Jingshu cover her with a thin blanket.
Then, hot breath brushed around her lips.
These past few days, the two of them have been quite unrestrained in their kissing and making love.
She herself didn't realize that, just before the kiss, her lips pursed slightly, as if in response.
But the expected kiss didn't come. Lin Yujing was a little curious. She opened her eyes and saw Chen Jingshu standing there, smiling at her.
"What are you laughing at?" The person who was being provoked asked, their voice tinged with annoyance.
Chen Jingshu, however, wore a smug grin and asked, "Are you waiting for me to kiss you?"
Lin Yujing frowned slightly, but he quickly caught it. "No, I'm sleeping. Who's waiting for you to kiss me?"
"Really?" Chen Jingshu leaned down, resting his arms on the armrests of her rocking chair. "Wow, your lips were pouting just now."
The person who had been exposed immediately retorted angrily, "Get out!"
Chen Jingshu chuckled softly, slipped his arm under her knees, and lifted her up in a princess carry before turning her around.
Lin Yujing leaned against Chen Jingshu, and the two of them sank into the rocking chair.
The next moment, her lips were already being held.
Chen Jingshu has been making advances on her frequently and aggressively lately, even his kisses involve foreplay.
The warm lips gently sucked, conquering the oral cavity, and then entwined with the tongue.
The most fitting description would be a gentle, passionate French kiss.
Lin Yujing's cerebral cortex was overstimulated by this kind of passionate kissing for a long time.
She wanted to push him, but because of past experience, she knew that Chen Jingshu was the kind of person who would get more excited the more she resisted, so she only dared to passively comply.
"It hurts." She grabbed his hand, trying to restrain it. "It's still swollen."
Chen Jingshu sucked on her earlobe, her most sensitive spot, and said, "I rubbed it for you."
"No!" she groaned, her legs pressed tightly together. "It really hurts."
Chen Jingshu withdrew his hand, then helplessly wrapped his arm around her waist, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength."
He buried his head in the strands of hair on her chest, his hot breath falling on the fabric. "Does it hurt here?"
Lin Yujing slapped him, "Can you please stop spending your days indulging in debauchery, all you do is think about other things after you've had enough to eat and wear?"
Chen Jingshu chuckled softly and kissed her lips again. "Jingjing, I'm just making up for the past seven years."
"So, that's your reason for doing it seven times a day?"
"What are you talking about? This is just the interest now; you'll have to pay it all back when you're old."
Lin Yujing felt like she had become a bottle of wine that he was shaking again. "Damn capitalists, exploiting people in disguise!"
Chen Jingshu picked her up from the rocking chair and walked to the bedside. "Sweetie, every time it's you lying there enjoying yourself while I work hard. When it comes to being exploited, it's me."
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The eighth day of the first lunar month.
Columbus, the capital of Ohio, USA.
Jiang Yingli was woken up early by abdominal pain and saw traces of blood after sitting on the toilet.
She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Yun Yuedi: "Honey, could you send me some sanitary napkins?"
In fact, she had been worried for many days because she had not taken any precautions when she had sex with Jiang Yingzhi a week ago under the influence of drugs.
Later, with several things piling up, she didn't even have time to take emergency contraception.
Although the chances of conceiving this way are extremely low, she still harbors some concerns.
Now, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yun Yuedi quickly replied: [It's in the drawer below the tissue box.]
When Jiang Yingli came out of the bathroom again, he saw Yun Yuedi sitting on the sofa looking at her phone, but her expression was not very good.
When she came out, she seemed to be in a bit of a panic and turned off the domestic TV news.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yingli's observation skills have always been sharp, honed over the years by trying to discern subtle emotional changes from Jiang Yingzhi's icy face.
Yun Yuedi pulled her arm and said, "Huaren Group and Jiang's Biotechnology announced this morning that they have dissolved your engagement with Chen Jingshu."
Jiang Yingli didn't think much of it and didn't find it strange at all. "Isn't this normal?"
"Also, today is...your funeral."
Jiang Yingli paused for a moment, thinking that he and Jiang Yingzhi were separated by the darkness, the bloodshed, and the black smoke billowing from the car accident.
That day, she and Yun Yuedi had just arrived home.
Television news was flooded with headlines like, "The forbidden love between the Jiang siblings exposed; the tragic couple flees, dies in a car accident, and are separated forever."
Jiang Yingli initially thought that Jiang Yingzhi had had an accident, but later realized that she had been declared dead.
She thought this must be the choice Jiang Yingzhi made.
Faced with the choice between loving her and letting her go, he steadfastly chose not to love her.
However, this is for the best.
She could finally stop being a daughter of the Jiang family, and stop being Jiang Yingli.
Most importantly, she is no longer Jiang Yingzhi's sister.
"Have you arranged the immigration matters for me?" Jiang Yingli asked, nestled in Yun Yuedi's arms, his voice weak.
"Everything's arranged, we've scheduled it for next Tuesday." Yun Yuedi gently stroked her cheek, trying to comfort her. "Don't be sad."
"I'm not sad. I'm finally about to start a new life," Jiang Yingli said, but a wave of nausea still rose in his chest. "Yue Di, thank you."
Yun Yuedi sighed, "Then, are you really not going to contact Ying Zhi again?"
Not daring to be too blunt with Jiang Yingli, Yun Yuedi couldn't help but admire Jiang Yingzhi's meticulous and thorough approach to tasks since childhood.
This clever escape tactic even convinced Grandpa Yun, who called to comfort her and tell her not to be saddened by her friend's passing.
Jiang Yingli shook his head. "From now on, I have nothing to do with the Jiang family. It's best not to have any more entanglements with him."
After all, Jiang Yingzhi had gone to such lengths to avoid her.
As his usually willful and immature younger sister, she should grant his wish this once.
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domestic.
Yijing, Wan'an Cemetery.
Since yesterday, it has been drizzling in Yijing.
The cold winter rain, carried by the biting wind, pelted people's faces, like ice crystals transformed into embroidery needles.
Even before the Lunar New Year is over, this is probably the only place where a heavy atmosphere of farewell is still lingering.
Even in a place described as a blessed land with "mountains originating from Kunlun, possessing all the beauty of its terrain, and conforming to the general concept of feng shui, truly a naturally formed and auspicious site," the dark-colored tombstones seem to be chanting a mournful lament.
Lin Yujing, dressed in a black woolen overcoat, stepped through a puddle of water, becoming one of the few people who came to attend Jiang Yingli's funeral.
She stood beside Chen Jingshu, but her gaze often fell on Jiang Yingzhi.
It had only been a little over a month since I last saw him, but the man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
He had also been in a serious car accident, and white gauze was still visible on the back of his hand. His pale face showed only weakness and illness.
The black mourning clothes looked empty and hollow on his body, as if they only contained a bare skeleton.
But perhaps he had already grieved too much, for Jiang Yingzhi lowered his gaze, his eyes filled with solemnity rather than sorrow.
Love is insufficient, while hatred and resentment are still strong.
Only after the master of ceremonies finished reciting the rites did a single tear slowly slide down Jiang Yingzhi's cheek.
The brokenness hidden deep within the heart could no longer be concealed and finally overflowed.
Lin Yujing still found it hard to believe that someone who seemed so reserved and self-disciplined would openly defy societal norms and fall in love with her sister.
At this moment, Jiang Yingzhi's assistant hurried over from outside, saying, "A reporter has sneaked in; we need to leave immediately."
This forbidden romance within a wealthy family, a once-in-a-century event, attracted numerous media outlets early on.
Even from a great distance, you could detect the flashing lights.
Although guards were already stationed at the main gate, there were still people who were willing to risk their lives for the news.
Chen Jingshu draped the thick coat he was wearing over his wrist over Lin Yujing's shoulders, and lowered the umbrella over her head even further. "You and Chu Yan get on the bus from the back door. I'll talk to Lao Jiang for a few more minutes."
Lin Yujing glanced at him, but didn't say anything more. She nodded and left with Chu Yan.
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The two who remained behind felt somewhat awkward for a moment.
Finally, Chen Jingshu spoke first: "Although I had no feelings for Jiang Yingli, I was still greatly surprised by her death. Old Jiang, please accept my condolences..."
“Xiao Li, she’s not dead.” Jiang Yingzhi’s usual expressionless demeanor vanished, replaced by a lifeless wooden figure. “She’s in Ohio.”
Chen Jingshu was so shocked that he couldn't think of a reply for a moment. Looking at the arrogant and disdainful face of the young lady on the tombstone, he silently sneered, "You're really something."
Jiang Yingzhi's voice was slightly choked, as if she were talking about the most difficult thing in the world, "She gave me two choices. To love her or to let her go, I can only choose the latter."
"Why are you telling me this?" Chen Jingshu asked, puzzled.
“I’ve been dismissed from my position by the Jiang Group’s board of directors and I’m about to be sent to the lab to work on new vaccine research.” Jiang Yingzhi looked at him. “Ms. Lin, with your decisive action, that professor’s last student at OSU (Ohio State University) is definitely going to be her. I think you can help me take care of her.”
Chen Jingshu: "Since you were able to convince the whole world that she was dead in such a short time, you must have already made arrangements for the young lady's later life."
Chen Jingshu's guess was indeed correct.
Before Jiang Yingzhi returned from Ohio, all of his confidants had been transferred to Columbus.
Even Yun Yuedi, who was by Jiang Yingli's side, was secretly taken care of by him.
"I don't know when I can come back, or even if I can come back at all." Jiang Yingzhi choked up for a long time before continuing, "There will always be things I don't plan well. Jing Shu, I don't trust anyone, but I trust you."
Jiang Yingzhi knew from the beginning that Jiang Yingli would marry someone else.
As the older brother, the only thing he could do for his sister was to choose someone she could entrust her life to.
At first, he was also dissatisfied with this boy from the countryside, who had no air of nobility whatsoever and whose words and actions were vulgar and roguish.
But it was only after spending a long time together that they realized that when it came to interests and feelings, Chen Jingshu always valued relationships the most.
Those young men from Beijing who were initially unconvinced by him all followed him and called him Brother Jing.
As a fellow man, he was convinced of Chen Jingshu's character.
Even if he doesn't love Jiang Yingli, he will unconditionally tolerate her spoiled princess temper because of the responsibility of marriage.
Even now, Chen Jingshu knows that attending the funeral will disgust him again, but he is still willing to come.
Despite being ridiculed by the whole world, he still stood tall. He didn't believe in unorthodox methods, only in his original intentions.
"Don't worry, brother, your sister is my sister too." Chen Jingshu patted Jiang Yingzhi on the shoulder and asked again, "She's my sister, right?"
Jiang Yingzhi avoided Chen Jingshu's direct scrutiny, looked at the dark tombstone, and said, "Some feelings cannot be spoken. Once spoken, one cannot control one's heart."
He could never forget the first time Shi'er took the initiative to ask him out for coffee; literature professors always have a sharp tongue.
She said, "Xiao Li can be immature because there will always be someone to back her up. But Jiang Yingzhi can't be like that because then there won't even be anyone to back her up in the end."
"I understand." Chen Jingshu sighed, his voice laced with resentment as he gritted his teeth. "You're just like Lin Yujing, so hypocritical."
“Jing Shu, I only realized this later.” Since he mentioned Lin Yujing, Jiang Yingzhi also said bluntly, “If you don’t want Miss Lin to always hide behind you, you have to rush out and take the initiative to seize some rights.”
When you can't break free from your shackles, only by becoming the one who sets the rules can you have the right to change the laws of the world.
Chen Jingshu smiled, "Thanks, brother, that's enlightening."
A note from the author:
"The mountain range originates from Kunlun, and its shape is beautiful in every way. It also conforms to the general concept of feng shui, truly a blessed land created by nature." — From the introduction of Wan'an Cemetery on Baidu Encyclopedia.
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The next time we see this yandere young lady, it might be when she quietly goes to OUS to pursue her PhD.
Here's a little cryptic detail that might be confusing: Xiaoli's bleeding wasn't her period, but rather implantation bleeding. (Implantation bleeding refers to the spotting of red or pinkish blood in the vagina that occurs in some women after the fertilized egg implants. This symptom doesn't happen to every pregnant woman, so it's not a clear sign of pregnancy. Implantation usually occurs about 6 days after fertilization, at which time most mothers don't experience any noticeable symptoms. This condition doesn't require treatment; simply maintaining cleanliness is sufficient, and it won't affect embryonic development.)
Based on the due date, Jingjing will likely accompany her to the hospital for delivery.
Ask your brother if he knows that he was exiled to the mountains to conduct experiments, and when he saw his sister again, he looked like an old farmer, while his sister, a beautiful and fashionable mom, held her baby's hand and said, "Son, call him uncle."
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