She was worried about Mu Xicheng. With such a big change happening in the family, would he be okay?
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In front of me was a road covered with red carpet, with people on both sides, all in black, gray and white.
At the end of the red carpet stands a portrait surrounded by a sea of flowers. The stage is lit with thousands of candlesticks, and the transparent crystal coffin is surrounded by white chrysanthemums and lit by firelight.
To be honest, Mr. Mu looks nothing like Mu Xicheng.
Chanel was very jealous of dead people, so she only glanced at them briefly, not daring to take a closer look at the people on the portrait.
However, her eyes caught sight of the people standing near the portrait.
Mu Xicheng was wearing a white suit and a black cloth on his arms. He was greeting the guests who were passing by one after another.
She couldn't guess what Su Shijie was thinking, and she felt uneasy. She didn't know why he wanted to bring her with him.
For some reason, she didn't want to go to see Mu Xicheng with Su Shijie, and on such an occasion: "It's too noisy here, shall I go to a quiet place and wait for you?"
Su Shijie ignored her, put his arm around her shoulders, and brought her to Mu Xicheng forcefully.
Chanel quickly lowered her gaze and looked away, hearing Su Shijie's deep voice: "This is Mr. Mu's fiancée, Miss He Xiuzi. Have you met her before? Do you remember her?"
Chanel bit her lips and met again.
What does it mean that Su Shijie specially introduced it this time? To test her reaction?
"Miss Xia."
He Xiuzi stretched out her slender and beautiful hands, and her nails were beautiful and round. It looked like they were well-maintained.
On her ring finger, a lily-shaped engagement ring sparkled.
The light was like a knife, hurting Chanel's eyes.
Chanel calmed down, raised her head and looked at He Xiuzi: "My condolences."
"Yeah." He Xiuzi's eyes were red, half leaning against Mu Xicheng.
Chanel's hands were intertwined with hers. Her hands were as soft and smooth as petals.
And He Xiuzi's face, like her name, is very delicate and pure.
She looks very pure, with her hair pulled sideways and shawl-length, which reaches past her waist. She has an aloof appearance and is completely different from Wen Wanrou.
So gentle and so charming, like a poppy blooming arrogantly in the dark night, evil and vicious.
Then, she shook hands with Mu Xicheng politely, and Chanel kept an unchanging smile:
"Mr. Mu, I feel sad for what you are going through now. Please forgive me and accept the change and don't be sad."
Mu Xicheng's expression was gloomy, and when his eyes met hers, there was a hint of loss.
"Thank you for Mrs. Su's concern."
His smile was polite and official, and his hold on her hand suddenly tightened.
Chanel suddenly felt a suffocation in her chest, as if what he was holding was not her hand, but her heart, and the force tightened...
She calmly withdrew her hand and followed Su Shijie to the guest living room next door.
Chanel left in a hurry, as if she was escaping.
As soon as she arrived at the guest living room, far away from the noisy music and music, she suddenly stopped and turned back to glare at Su Shijie: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Su Shijie raised his eyebrows, "I just brought you to attend the funeral of a good friend."
"Really?" Don't think that she doesn't understand what he is thinking.
"By the way, let me tell you." Su Shijie led her to an empty seat and sat down, and said softly, "Mr. Mu's wedding is next month."