Qiao Wan was escorted by Wei Zhuhua’s confidant to change clothes.
This farce was easily settled by Wei Zhuhua.
Everyone looked at Wei Zhuhua’s composed deanor and thought, this woman keeps a low profile, but she’s actually quite capable.
Wei Zhuhua only has one daughter; how will this branch inherit in the future?
Isn’t Qiao Wan delivering the pillow right when one is sleepy?
This is also smart; the phrase "taking care of you in old age" works better than anything else.
Wei Zhuhua listened to it in the end.
With the interlude over, the funeral continued.
Just compared to before, the guests’ atmosphere beca noticeably livelier.
Once the old lady passed away, two heirs arrived in succession. To put it harshly, the old lady lived too long and restrained the descendants.
Wei Lai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. As he turned, he saw the blue-eyed youth standing right behind him.
He probably witnessed everything just now.
"Master Amos, sorry to have made you laugh."
The youth’s gaze shifted, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. In the sunlight, his blue eyes were as deep and mysterious as the deep sea, yet as cold and unfeeling as ice.
Wei Lai’s heart skipped, sensing a peculiar oddity in the youth’s smile.
"Your family’s first lady is a kind person."
Upon hearing this, Wei Lai felt affird, "Our first lady has been a vegetarian and a Buddhist for years, strongly believing in karma. She often says that doing good for others is doing good for oneself."
"Is that so?" The youth slightly curled his lips, his smile ambiguous.
"What goes around cos around."
Wei Lai was taken aback, looking at the youth incredulously: "Our first lady often talks about this too."
When Wei Lai looked up, the youth had already strode out into the public view.
"Mr. Yu, please accept my condolences."
Yu Fusheng looked at the approaching youth, his gaze narrowing slightly.
Yu Ruohuan’s expression changed, rushing out imdiately: "What are you doing here?"
The crowd stared at the suddenly appearing youth, so curious about his identity, others amazed by his looks, and yet more awestruck by his overwhelming noble presence.
With blue eyes and blond hair, exotic features, yet his facial outlines possessed the classical gentleness of a Hua Country person, blending together gave the youth a uniquely captivating charm, especially the blue eyes, like a black hole ready to suck in one’s soul.
Yan Xue gasped: "How did he co here?"
Yan Lu initially was captivated by the youth’s stunning features and defiant aura but soon realized his appearance seed familiar.
Yan Lu whispered: "Is he the big figure Aunt ntioned?"
Yan Xue nodded.
Yan Lu hissed through her teeth, suddenly aware of the inappropriate setting, and imdiately reined in her grin.
"He does resemble An’an quite a bit."
Yet, few having seen Shen You’an would connect the two.
An’an, calm and understated, like placid water devoid of ripples.
The youth before them was brash, high-profile, akin to a raging fire.
Ordinary people assess others mainly by appearance, but people like him, their spirit overshadows excellent looks.
The youth, flamboyant and dazzling, kept all eyes glued on him, making tearing their gaze away impossible.
"I ca to pay my respects to Old Madam Yu."
Yu Ruohuan snorted coldly: "Pretending to weep for an unworthy cause."
The youth playfully curled his lips: "Ah, so Old Madam Yu is the mouse?"
Yu Ruohuan’s face instantly darkened, "You’re asking for trouble."
From a few exchanges, everyone sensed the tangible tension, fearing this young man ca with ill intentions.
Old Mrs. Yu’s funeral was destined to be eventful.
Yu Fusheng protected Yu Ruohuan behind him, righteously looking at Amos.
"Mr. Amos, please show so respect for the deceased."
Once the crowd heard the na, they began murmuring quietly.
"Amos? Is it the Amos I know?"
"The young master of the i Fei Family? My goodness, I heard at such a young age he’s imnsely wealthy, no wonder he exudes such nobility."
"I’ve heard he’s an investnt prodigy; getting his advice ans earning money effortlessly."
"What connection does he have with the Yu family to be here for Old Madam Yu’s funeral?"
"Respect for the deceased?" The youth sneered disdainfully.
Old Mrs. Yu, what fortune did she have to attract troublemakers?
"Just a parasitic old hag; dying doesn’t clear her debt, does it?"
Yu Fusheng’s face suddenly darkened, his piercing eyes locked on Amos, wishing to skin him alive.
"Tsk..." The entire crowd instinctively drew a breath.
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