Shen Shuosheng's expression was a little sad. It was not sad from his heart, but it was for the guests who came to express condolences. At the same time, it was also for the two sons he had with Fu Wanqiu.
In response to Mei Xiaoru's complaint, Shen Shuosheng no longer chose to be indifferent, but said softly: "Chao'er and Cheng'er are both here. If you don't like Fu Wanqiu, it's for their sakes. Gu Chen's matter ..., I didn’t say not to deal with it, but now is not the time.”
"See for yourself, among all the female guests who came to express their condolences, which one does not have a prominent family background? Which one does not have a reputable husband? With them here, you are going to cause trouble on Fu Wanqiu's last day today. Can you tell me what you can do in the future? Are you on good terms with these ladies, ladies?"
"Xiao Ru, the mainland is conservative and there is no distinction between a big house and a second house. Although you and I held our wedding in the port city, in the eyes of these ladies, you can only be regarded as a mistress. Think about it for yourself, If a mistress dares to make trouble with a gun at the funeral of her first wife, doesn't this mean to tell the entire Xuanzhou upper class society that you have never taken Fu Wanqiu seriously?"
Mei Xiaoru fell silent. She understood everything he said...but...she glared sinisterly at Gu Chen who was talking to a noble lady. She lowered her eyes slightly and said softly: "For my sister's sake today, For my own sake, I will let her go once, but next time...you can't stop me again."
Next time? How could he ruin his big event because of her affairs?
Now that the Shen family is being pressed harder and harder by several groups, all he needs to do is to stop the media targeting the Shen family from finding valuable news to report.
"Okay. Go and see Chao'er and Cheng..." Before Shen Shuosheng could say the last word "er", he saw a man with a cane in his hand. Although he was quite old, he had a strong step. , the old man with bright eyes came over.
For some reason, Shen Shuosheng's upper eyelids jumped for no apparent reason.
As soon as the old man entered the mourning hall, he stared at Fu Wanqiu's photo. Gradually, the old man's lips moved slightly. He slowly and tremblingly raised his hand... A name that was familiar to Shen Shuosheng came out of the old man's mouth sadly. Overflowed.
His eyelids twitched even harder, Xu Hailan... He heard the old man calling the name of a person who passed away twenty-five years ago.
The old man had met Xu Boliang, who had met Duan Zhaoan. When he came over from Hainan, what he saw was the photo of his niece. Duan Zhaoan no longer needed to explain too much. When he saw this face that was exactly the same as his sister's, he knew that this was the photo of his niece. My sister's daughter.
Seeing the surprised eyes of many guests, Xu Boliang walked to the coffin with tears streaming down his face... He completely believed Duan Zhaoan's words in his heart. His poor niece was forced to death by Shen Shuosheng's family!
He looked at it for a while, closed his eyes to suppress all the grief, and when he opened them again, his sharp eyes fell precisely on Shen Shuosheng's face. He snorted heavily in his hooked nose, and walked away. Came over.
Before he was completely close, the crutch in Xu Boliang's hand fell on Shen Shuosheng. Mei Xiaoru was immediately furious, "Old man, why are you beating people here!!"
"What I'm beating is this ruthless guy of mine!" Xu Boliang has been recuperating in Canada for the past two years. His body and bones are quite healthy. With a strong voice, he attracted more attention.
