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Chapter 425: Burial

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Also, continue to hide it from Grandpa. Grandpa has always doted on Wan wan. I’m afraid he won’t be able to take it if he finds out that Wan wan passed away.”

“Okay.”

Qin Lan nodded. She looked at Jing Chen’s thin face and then at Su Wan’s coffin, sobbing uncontrollably.

A good family was forcefully torn apart because of a disaster. They were separated by life and death!

The family of four was clearly about to live happily, but why did it end up like this?

Qin Lan couldn’t figure it out. She couldn’t suppress her emotions and tears streamed down her face.

Jing Chen could no longer cry. He just stared blankly at Su Wan’s photo.

In the end, Qin Lan cried until she fainted in front of the coffin and was sent to the hospital.

Jiang Xin felt that this was a good opportunity, so she had been taking care of Qin Lan.

On the last day, Jiang Xin brought Jing Chen a sumptuous meal.

“Jing Chen, you have to think about your health. If you continue to endure, you’ll die,” Jiang Xin advised.

Jiang Xin’s heart ached. She thought that Su Wan would be buried soon and she could take the opportunity to get close to Jing Chen. Unexpectedly, Jing Chen stopped her from being buried and stayed here for seven days and seven nights.

Seeing Jing Chen’s extremely dejected look, Jiang Xin really wanted to bury Su Wan immediately.

Jing Chen remained silent and asked Qin Lan, “How’s my mother?”

“Don’t worry, Auntie is recovering well. It’s just that you…”

“I’m fine. Take it away. I don’t want to eat it now.” Before Jiang Xin could finish speaking, Jing Chen interrupted her. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall before Wan wan is buried.”

Seeing that she could not persuade him, Jiang Xin knew that it was useless for her to say anything more. At this moment, Jing Chen loved Su Wan to the core. If she wanted to stop him, she was afraid that it would arouse Jing Chen’s disgust and be detrimental to her future development.

In the end, she left with heartache and some anger.

Su Wan wanted Jing Chen to worry about her even after she died. How unlucky!

The next day was the day Su Wan was buried.

On this day, it suddenly rained in the originally clear and cloudless sky. The cold raindrops fell, just like Jing Chen’s mood for the past few days, depressed and gloomy.

Jing Chen stayed by Su Wan’s coffin and the group went to the crematorium first.

Perhaps she was afraid that Jing Chen would suddenly break down and cause trouble, Qin Lan specially called a few bodyguards to guard him just in case.

However, during the entire time Su Wan was sent to the cremation, Jing Chen appeared very calm. He stared in the direction of the cremation with a serious gaze and almost did not blink. His fists were clenched tightly, as if he was enduring something.

When the cremation was over, Jing Chen went forward to personally put Su Wan’s ashes in a box and then hugged the box tightly. “I’ll be gone for a few minutes. I’ll be back soon.”

Jing Chen’s series of actions puzzled everyone present. They did not know what he wanted to do, but no one asked.

Jiang Xin stood behind Qin Lan. She wanted to ask, but everyone around her tacitly agreed. The words she wanted to say were instantly stuck in her throat, but her hands were secretly tightening.

A few minutes later, Jing Chen really walked back with the urn.

He calmly touched the necklace around his neck. There was a gourd-shaped pendant there that contained a little of Su Wan’s ashes.

Since they could not be together in life, he would let her stay by his side in this way.

Jing Chen placed the urn into the cemetery carefully. After the cemetery was done, Jing Chen got someone to pile flowers around the tomb.

Clusters of colorful flowers covered the entire tomb. It looked like a small ocean made of flowers, extremely brilliant.

The raindrops landed on the petals, adding some vitality.

Jing Chen stared at the staff member as he erected the tombstone. Then, he picked up his tools and squatted down to carve the words bit by bit.

The rain gradually became heavier, and then a strong wind blew. Even the petals of the flowers that had just piled up had already begun to fall.

But Jing Chen did not stop moving as if he could not feel it.