No matter how hard everyone tried to persuade her, it was to no avail. In the end, Song Zihan stepped forward and hugged her gently.
"Xiaojun, let go!"
Qiao Yujun then loosened his fingers little by little.
Looking at the faces of these people, Luo Jun was only worried that Chu Xiaochen's mood would be affected, so he hugged her and walked outside to get some fresh air.
"Don't be too sad. It's all her fault. It's not your fault."
"I know." Chu Xiaochen turned his head and gave him a comforting smile, "Luo Jun, don't worry, I'm fine."
After carefully looking at her expression, Luo Jun nodded with confidence, raised his palm, and touched her hair gently.
The cremation did not take much time. Soon, Qiao Wei's ashes were put in a delicate small box and delivered to Qiao Yujun's arms.
Holding the heavy box, Qiao Yujun's voice was so hoarse that she couldn't even cry anymore.
Everyone got in the car again and rushed to the cemetery chosen by Song Zihan for Qiao Wei.
The urn was placed in the grave and was soon buried under black soil.
After all, he was worried about Qiao Haoting's health. After the ceremony was completed, Song Zihan came over and held the old man's arm.
"Dad, please go back first. Yujun and I will stay here with her for a while."
"I know." Song Zihan gently let go of his arm, and Yang Lin immediately stepped forward and helped Qiao Haoting walk down the mountain.
Song Zihan turned around and walked to Luo Jun and Chu Xiaochen, stretched out his palm and shook Luo Jun's hand.
"You guys should go back too!"
Luo Jun glanced at Qiao Yujun in the distance, "What are you going to do?"
"I have already thought about it. After the first seven days, I will take her abroad to relax and adjust her mood." Song Zihan looked away from Qiao Yujun in the background in the distance, and his eyes fell on Chu Xiaochen's side.
"Xiao Chen, I will leave it to you and Luo Jun to handle Qiao's affairs from now on."
Chu Xiaochen said softly, "Don't worry, Luo Jun and I will do our best to help grandpa manage the Qiao family."
Song Zihan nodded lightly, "We may not be able to attend your wedding. Don't mind, it's windy here. You can go back first."
With a soft response, Luo Jun patted Chu Xiaochen's back and motioned for her to leave.
Chu Xiaochen pursed his lips, and then spoke again, "Uncle Song, if anything happens, you can call us at any time. We are all... one family, so you're welcome."
When Song Zihan heard the words "family", he felt a lump in his throat and his voice choked up unconsciously.
"well!"
When things have developed to this point, Chu Xiaochen can still say the three words "family". Even Song Zihan has never expected such tolerance.
"Then we'll leave first."
Chu Xiaochen took Luo Jun's arm and walked down the mountain with him.
It was a bit windy in the suburbs, but the sun was shining brightly, making it warm on my body. It was a rare good weather.
"You... really don't hate her?" Luo Jun asked softly.
"What's the use of hating, everyone is dead." Chu Xiaochen hugged his arm tightly, and let out a long breath of turbidity, "Actually, to be honest, before seeing her,
I still hate her a little, but when I saw her ashes buried, I suddenly felt that she was quite pitiful. She was so strong in life, but she was so deserted when she died... What's the use of arguing for a long time?
