Chapter 458 - Public Opinions (1/2)

Chapter 458 Public Opinions

Even though not everyone knew Song Yunjia’s funeral, at least half of Yuncheng knew that Song Yunjia’s funeral had already been held.

Song Yunxuan wore a black dress and threw a white rose to Song Yunjia when Song Yunjia was buried.

Song Yunying’s eyes were desolate. With a big belly, she almost couldn’t stand.

Ye Meiqi fainted from crying when her daughter was buried.

Mei Qi had always been by Song Yunxuan’s side, looking at Song Yunxuan’s expression.

Song Yunxuan was very calm. While watching Song Yunjia’s burial, Song Yunxuan just squinted her eyes.

By way of contrast, Song Yunjia was luckier than Gu Changge, who was buried at sea. At least, Song Yunjia had an urn to hold her ashes.

Except for the seawater and the scattered ashes, Gu Changge left nothing.

Song Yunjia should be content with her final result.

Song Yunxuan pursed her lips and watched Song Yunjia being buried, while the friends and relatives who came to express their condolences were all sad.

As Song Yunjia’s close friend and colleague, Shao Tianze did not leave ruthlessly and quickly like Gu Changle. He took his special car to leave after witnessing Song Yunjia’s burial.

Chu Mochen arrived a little late, but Yuncheng media would not pay attention to the Chu Family.

It was because even if someone had wanted to focus on the Chu Family, Song Yunxuan would not have allowed him to do that.

After returning home, Song Yunxuan booked a flight to Switzerland for Ye Meiqi.

Because of excessive sadness, Ye Meiqi had been in a coma from the afternoon of Song Yunjia’s burial to three o’clock the next morning.

And at three o’clock, she ran out of the room and drank at the bar in the house.

After she got drunk, she cried while holding Song Yan’s tablet.

Song Yunxuan didn’t sleep. And at midnight, she was called by a house servant.

The servant wore a worried expression.

Before the servant could say what had happened, Song Yunxuan heard a woman crying in the old house.

The cry was so sad that people who didn’t know the situation would think it was a ghost crying.

Ye Meiqi’s cry awakened the servants in light sleep. However, Ye Meiqi was the family’s Madame, so the servants dare not say anything. They had no choice but to come and ask Song Yunxuan for help.

Wearing pajamas and hearing the cry, Song Yunxuan asked casually, “Is my eldest sister back from the dead?”

The servant shook her head quickly and explained, “No, Miss Song.”

“What is this ghost cry?”

The servant explained, “Madame Ye was crying, holding old Master’s and Miss Yunjia’s tablets.”

Song Yunxuan nodded, “I see. You can go back and have a rest. I’ll take a look.”

After asking the servant to leave, Song Yunxuan returned to her room and found a shawl to put on. She was about to leave the room.

However, when she was only one step away from the bed, Chu Mochen stretched out his fingers and grabbed her wrist, “Where are you going?”

Looking down and seeing his fingers grasping her wrist, Song Yunxuan felt resigned, “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was asleep, but the sound from outside made me awake when you opened the door.”

“I’m going to have a look.” Song Yunxuan asked him, “Are you going to sleep or come with me?”

“I will go with you.”

Chu Mochen got up from the bed.

Song Yunxuan took his coat from the side to help him put it on.

Feeling Song Yunxuan put his coat on him, Chu Mochen couldn’t help but put his sight on Song Yunxuan.

Seen by Chu Mochen, Song Yunxuan squinted her eyes, “What’s the matter?’

“Nothing.”

He said perfunctorily. However, in his heart, he was already shocked by Song Yunxuan’s inadvertent gentle behavior.

Song Yunxuan was very different from before. In the past, Song Yunxuan certainly wouldn’t take care of him so considerately, like a wife taking care of her husband.

However, at this moment, Song Yunxuan’s every move was gentle as if she had already been his legal wife.

Her former toughness and stubbornness had been softened little by little.

That made him both happy and worried.

Song Yunxuan took his hand and walked out.

Chu Mochen subconsciously wrapped Song Yunxuan’s fingers in his palm with his fingers.

The temperature of the two was transmitted to each other through the fingers.

When Song Yunxuan reached the room where Song Yan’s tablet was wors.h.i.+ped, she stopped.

Chu Mochen knew he should not come in. He spoke to her, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Song Yunxuan raised her head and smiled lightly at him, “Let me console her.”

Since Yuncheng and Harbor City were cities facing each other across the sea, they shared many cultural heritages and customs.

Among these customs was the wors.h.i.+p of ancestors by displaying their tablets. Conservative business families and famous historical families still followed this convention.

After Song Yan’s death, his tablet had been wors.h.i.+pped in the house.