Two days later, Zhuang Kehao held a simple funeral for Han Qin.
The entire funeral took less than two hours, and there were very few people who came to see Han Qin off. When Han Qin's ashes were buried, Zhuang Yibo did not show up.
Everyone present was the banker's own people, so naturally they couldn't help but ask about Zhuang Kehao, but Zhuang Kehao didn't say anything.
It wasn't until everyone dispersed that Zhuang Yibo finally appeared in front of Han Qin's tombstone.
She said nothing, just put down a white lily, stood quietly for a moment, then turned and left.
After all, she couldn't use her identity as a daughter to say goodbye to her. There seemed to be nothing wrong with just being like a stranger.
Zhuang Yibo walked out of the cemetery calmly, and Shen Wangjin was sitting in the car at the door waiting for her.
When Zhuang Yibo got in the car, Shen Wangjin was talking on the phone abroad. She didn't disturb him. She got into the car quietly and gently tapped the back of the driver's seat to signal him to drive.
The car started slowly, and Shen Wangjin was still talking on the phone seriously, but one hand reached out and held her silently.
Zhuang Yibo felt the warmth from his palm and turned to smile at him.
Seeing the look on her face, Shen Wangjin took her hand, put it to his lips, kissed it, and continued to respond to the questions on the other end of the phone.
Zhuang Yibo sat quietly, listening to his pure and fluent English, and couldn't help but think of the information Qianxing sent her yesterday.
Although she is not related to her parents, she has had enough food and clothing since she was a child and has lived a prosperous life. She met Qianxing in high school and learned that Qianxing and her uncle lived together in a small house of less than 70 square meters.
It was already the worst living environment she had ever seen.
Before she truly grew up and became sensible, she did not know the sufferings of the world;
After leaving the banker and living independently, she thought that the world should be like what she had seen before.
But she never knew that under the same sky, there was another world - a world wrapped in dense darkness, with no light able to penetrate.
And he came from that world.
Mingming came from a wealthy family, but when he was ten years old, he suddenly lost his parents and all his relatives, leaving only a 6-year-old brother to depend on.
He himself is still a child, and he has to support himself and his younger brother with nothing.
The alley where he lived at that time had been demolished, but Zhuang Yibo still saw the old appearance of that alley in the old photos - it was dirty and dilapidated, low, dark, and damp that she had never seen in her life.
, and even snakes and rats become a problem.
He lived in such an alley, wandering around all kinds of food streets, trying every means and using any means just to survive.
No one knows what he went through. They only know that when he was eighteen years old, he became the manager of a bar, then a shareholder, and finally the owner. One bar became two, and two became four.
When the business was at its most prosperous, he resolutely joined the real estate industry and caught up with the rapid development of real estate. He gradually walked out of the darkness and finally stood under the sunshine.
He became the youngest outstanding businessman in Bincheng. Countless people rushed to please him, but at this time, he transferred most of his properties overseas.
No one understood the reason for his decision.
It was only today that Zhuang Yibo finally understood.
He has never really stood in the sun, he has always been trapped in the darkness of his youth.
He tried his best to get rid of it, but he never got rid of it.