"You should know, when such young people pass away, it is not only a tragedy for their parents but also heartbreak for other elders. Therefore, I expect your funeral ceremony to be as splendid as Mr. L's. By then, I believe there will be a professional team capturing these monts with their caras."
"Thank you, Guide. Zhizhong will do his best not to disappoint the host family or the relatives and friends concerned about the family and the deceased."
Guide Xiang Wenhua smiled indifferently, "Alright! With those words, I feel everything will be perfect. Let's not worry ourselves, the deceased cos first."
"Indeed, your vision is broad and farsighted."
"You young man, becoming more skilled at flattering, huh? Go on then, get ready and head to the airport."
"Alright, Guide, good night!"
"Good night!"
After hanging up the phone, Liu Zhizhong fell silent for a short while.
As expected, Xiang Wenhua was coming.
And there, Xiang Wenxin had arrived ahead.
Xiang Wenhua's tone was as calm and natural as ever, showing little sign of joy or sorrow.
Obviously, Feng Xiaoyue had been widowed, he couldn't have remained inactive.
But clearly, that would be after the funeral~~~
The Xiang family had people coming, and perhaps other families would have people coming as well?
A small-scale morial, maybe only influential figures, so previously unseen?
Instinctively, Liu Zhizhong felt a sense of anticipation...
Then, grabbing his phone he returned to his room, quickly showered, dressed, and woke Shi Jing, who had already fallen asleep.
He told Shi Jing that he needed to go to the airport to pick soone up and that he would be absent for the evening, then he left.
Drowsily, Shi Jing clung to his neck, kissed him, and reluctantly let him go.
Ah, Miss Shi and Xu Jiao were truly devoted to Liu Jianke, forever unable to part from that sword!
Saying Demon Liu was the unparalleled swordsman in the world, probably no one would dispute that now.
Liu Zhizhong went back to his van and changed into fresh clothes, full of energy.
eting Little Aunt Xin required him to look his best, haha...
Rembering her spirited and slightly feisty Southern deanor, and sotis how she'd crudely curse, Liu Zhizhong felt quite happy.
Of course, before starting the van, he also ssaged Qian Xuan, informing him that the Xiang family had arrived, big brother arriving on the sa day, sister first, and that he needed to pick soone up at the airport; he then arranged for Xiang Wenxin, not to return to this estate, but to et at Zheng Sanjing's funeral, as if unseen, maintaining confidential relations!
Being ticulous at tis is one of the keys to success.
Driving the van, Liu Zhizhong even stopped at a 24-hour car wash, letting them thoroughly clean it, to welco the van's previous owner with a brand new, clean appearance!
Driving Xiang Wenxin's car, reminiscing about their tis together brought him joy, and Liu Zhizhong's heart grew more eager to see her.
When he arrived at the airport, it was still early.
Sitting in the car, Liu Zhizhong revisited the funeral procedures and scripts for Zheng Sanjing's service again and again. The eulogy alone was over five thousand words.
Liu Zhizhong's mory was extraordinary, and he wanted to perform even better this ti... he had to know it inside out, managing the ceremony and recitation without notes.
He also knew he had to prepare to possibly cough up blood, fall ill, hehe...
Brother Xuan had the hospital arrangents ready, how could he not fall ill properly?
Of course, Liu Zhizhong was also aware of Yang Bingbing's plan; this funeral would be fild by Xinghai Film and Television dia Company, and Mr. L's last masterpiece would be released. Then, those who needed to flatter would do so, without revealing Mr. L's true face or any information about the bereaved family.
Liu Zhizhong practiced over and over, perfecting each line, closing his eyes almost lost in the texts, striving to match his emotions perfectly with the different textual contexts.
Then, just as soone crouched on the car's hood and tapped his windshield with delicate fingers, he snapped out of his reverie.
Looking up, he felt dismay...
Crouched on the hood was none other than Xiang Wenxin!
More disastrously, she was wearing a short skirt, and from beneath, a captivating view unexpectedly revealed itself...
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