Xu Yisen sighed helplessly in his heart and then ordered Tang Haoliang, "Imdiately contact the pilot and flight attendants to prepare for takeoff to New York."
When coming to France, Xu Yisen took his private jet, thus saving the trouble of booking flight tickets.
"Chairman, but tomorrow..."
"I can skip tomorrow’s celebration banquet."
To return to the country earlier to see Qin Muni, he had been working overti these past few days to speed up the project signing process. Not long after finishing a call with Qin Muni, he finally signed a contract with a leading real estate company to reach an agreent.
Tomorrow is the celebration banquet, but Xu Yisen was not particularly interested in the banquet.
Zhao Yaru’s sudden passing must have been heartbreaking for Qin Muni. The last ti when her father passed away, he couldn’t be by her side. At least this ti, he wanted to be with her when her mother left.
Seeing the unshakeable determination in Xu Yisen’s tone, Tang Haoliang said no more and respectfully replied, "Yes, Chairman, I will contact the pilot and flight attendants now."
The flight from G City to New York required one transfer and took nearly seventeen hours. When Qin Muni arrived in New York, it was morning ti in New York.
After disembarking, she first took a taxi to the hotel she had booked in advance, placed her luggage, and then took a taxi to the funeral ho where Zhao Yaru’s body was located.
Upon receiving the news that Qin Muni was going to visit Zhao Yaru’s remains at the funeral ho, Zhang Chufeng arranged for her to await Qin Muni there. He himself had an important eting to attend and would go to the funeral ho to et her once the eting was over.
Zhang Chufeng’s secretary had seen Qin Muni’s photo, so when she saw her get out of the taxi through the glass window, she walked out of the funeral ho unhurriedly to greet her.
"Miss Qin, hello, I am Mr. Zhang Chufeng’s secretary. My Chinese na is Wang Hairong, and my English na is Bryan Wong. You can call Bryan or Hairong."
Although Wang Hairong was born abroad, he spoke fluent Chinese. When greeting Qin Muni, he was neither too warm nor too rude.
Qin Muni gave him a friendly smile, extended her hand for a polite handshake, and said, "Hello, Bryan. I am Qin Muni."
"Mr. Zhang is currently in an important eting. After the eting, he will co to see you. Since you just arrived in the United States, if there is any discomfort or inconvenience, please feel free to let know, and I will do my utmost to resolve any issues."
"Okay, thank you."
After a simple greeting, Wang Hairong made a gesture inviting Qin Muni to follow him. "Please co with , I’ll take you to see your mother’s remains."
"Thank you."
"You’re welco."
Wang Hairong communicated briefly with the manager at the front desk, and the manager led the two to the room where Zhao Yaru’s remains were stored.
The room temperature was a bit low. Qin Muni instinctively shuddered, and Wang Hairong noticed her small movent. He took off his suit jacket and offered it to her, quietly reminding, "The indoor temperature is a bit cold. Please wear my jacket to prevent catching a cold."
Qin Muni did not hesitate, thanked him, and took the jacket to drape over herself.
Zhao Yaru’s remains were stored in a brown ice casket. The manager carefully opened the ice casket with his gloved hand.
As the ice casket was opened, the cold air escaped and wrapped around Qin Muni, who was standing beside the casket.
Her hands clenched into fists, holding back the eruption of her grief.
Inside the ice casket lay Zhao Yaru’s remains, which the funeral ho’s staff had preserved with chemicals to maintain a good condition.
She was not as full as when Qin Muni last saw her a few months ago, having lost a lot of weight.
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