Feng Xiaoyue had spotted Liu Zhizhong and was ready to co over and greet him. With less than three hours left before the funeral farewell ceremony, it was indeed ti for Liu Zhizhong, the host, to et the direct relatives of the Zheng family and then proceed to the next phase of the event.
But at that mont, the announcent of mourners arriving over the loudspeakers interrupted Feng Xiaoyue, and caught the attention of her father-in-law, mother-in-law, and younger sister-in-law, as well as Mr. Zheng in his wheelchair.
Of course, so of those who had already arrived were still offering incense and paper, so sat in the mourning hall's rest area; others, due to their status, remained inside their air-conditioned vehicles. But upon hearing such a na, all were shocked.
But these people were also sensible, not crowding over, not disturbing the host family and the guests who had co to mourn.
Liu Zhizhong was sensible too, of course. Hearing the na, he naturally stepped aside. He had noticed Feng Xiaoyue's movents and her change in deanor, and could only give a wistful smile in his heart but was also simultaneously struck with shock.
It was true that the Zheng family was a powerful local family. Seeing the turnout of today's mourners, well, what was said to be a small-scale event actually seed quite large in reality.
There were plenty of local license plates, but there were also many from other provinces, and even so from overseas. This definitely wasn't small-scale at all!
But Liu Zhizhong could never have anticipated, never could have imagined that he would co.
Who was he?
Who was he?!
He was...!!!
From a spot more than twenty ters away from the entrance to the mourning hall, Liu Zhizhong stood with so funeral ho staff, a few patrolling guards, and so mbers of the Zheng family's own clan and extended relatives, witnessing a heart-stopping scene.
A convoy!
A super convoy!
Security!
Extrely strong security!
The accompanying personnel, numbering over a dozen, were all in white shirts and black dress pants. After getting out of the vehicles, they encircled him, heading toward the mourning hall.
His face was the picture of solemnity, a gaunt visage seemingly etched with unspeakable sorrow.
Liu Zhizhong was profoundly shocked!
It appeared that the Zheng family and he had an inexplicable connection. The death of an underachieving son had actually disturbed him to the point that he ca in person!
Of course, the Zheng family master, including Mr. Zheng, Sanjing's parents, younger sister, and Feng Xiaoyue, all ca out to et him. Each of them conveyed a heartfelt gratitude that went beyond words, genuinely real!
Soon, under everyone's gaze, he strode over with the gait of a dragon and the stance of a tiger, exuding an impressive presence.
He didn't behave as usual, waving hands at those around him; instead, he looked straight ahead, not glancing at anyone else as if they were beneath his notice. His eyes were solely on the Zheng family mbers, particularly those in charge.
Upon approaching, first, he embraced Mr. Zheng and spoke so words of comfort. Then he went on to hug and console Father Zheng, Mrs. Zheng, and Younger Sister Zheng. Feng Xiaoyue, the newly widowed mber of the Zheng family, was the last he comforted.
As for what he said, Liu Zhizhong couldn't hear clearly. Despite the silence inside and outside the mourning hall at that mont, the faint sounds of mournful music still resonated, affecting one's hearing.
Moreover, his voice was inherently low, always faint, as it was on the news, to the point that his subordinates often had to listen intently. It was well-known that he preferred it this way, enjoying when people leaned in to hear what he had to say.
After the initial consoling, the Zheng family mbers were visibly moved, so even brimming with tears, especially Mr. Zheng, whose eyes welled up with tears, needless to say.
Then, he went straight to the coffin with the Zheng family mbers and lit incense for Sanjing. He didn't bow or anything, just stood there after inserting the incense.
Afterward, he ca to the front of the ice coffin, standing silently for less than fifteen seconds, his face somber. Finally, he nodded his head, shook it, and even reached out to touch the already frozen left hand of Sanjing.
Having touched the hand, he then left the scene. Once more embracing the family heads of the Zhengs, he didn't offer any more words of comfort. Surrounded by a large group, he promptly exited the venue, leaving Liu Zhizhong still in a state of shock, shock, and shock...
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