"No need to bother, dad can leave quietly." Gu Xiaoai refused, there was no point in making the funeral more lively, dad would never wake up again...
On the second day, many people came to Chu's company, sending wreaths and elegiac couplets.
"We have guests coming——"
"Three bows——"
…
Wang Zhao came over today. Chu Shixiu, uncle, and Zhu Zhiyi have been accompanying Gu Xiaoai. Everyone except these people seems to be wearing false masks...
When pushing her father to be cremated, Gu Xiaoai held him back. Chu Shixiu hugged her tightly and pulled her away, "Aiai, don't do this..."
"dad……"
Gu Xiaoai cried until she couldn't cry out, and all the memories came flooding back in an instant, including the nine years of waiting, her ecstasy when she was released from prison, and the breakup between father and daughter in front of her mother's grave...
In such a short period of time, they were already separated from each other.
When there is only a small urn left for a complete person, Gu Xiaoai can't hold it at all, her hands are shaking so much...
Li Juefeng, it would be nice if you were here.
…
"I'll do it." Chu Shixiu stepped forward and picked up the casket, and glanced at Zhu Zhiyi who was standing aside. Zhu Zhiyi quickly picked up the portrait knowingly, turned around and said to Gu Xiaoai, "If you want to transport it back to your hometown, we can do it."
Already."
Carrying the portrait and the casket are things that children should do, but now... she can only let others lead her away, leading her to every step of the journey...
"Miss Gu, take care of yourself."
Wang Zhao and Gu Xiaoai's uncles supported her all the way. She looked... as if she would fall down as soon as the funeral was over.
Gu Xiaoai allowed them to leave the funeral parlor. Before they got in the car, a large number of media reporters suddenly swarmed up and surrounded them.
"Miss Gu, sunglasses." Wang Zhao immediately put the sunglasses on Gu Xiaoai. Mr. Li didn't like exposure, and naturally he wouldn't let Gu Xiaoai be exposed.
All the flashlights were on Gu Xiaoai, and microphones came one after another, blocking her way.
"Recently, media and magazines have been rumoring that you are the mistress of Li Juefeng, the president of E.S. Asia Pacific, right?"
"As your mistress, do you still want to help Li Jue manage his career?"
"Last time at the press conference, you accused the central government of despising human rights. Are you worried that if Li Juefeng falls, you will lose your source of income?"