Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 254 Funeral

Inside the hospital's VIP garage, the light was dim and the air was filled with a faint smell of gasoline.

Song Yubai's black Cayenne was parked quietly in the corner, its body glowing coldly under the dim light.

The car window was half open, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, making a slight "tapping" sound as his fingertips touched the leather.

His eyes glanced towards the elevator entrance from time to time, his brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of barely perceptible anxiety in his expression.

It wasn't until the elevator door opened with a ding and Gu Wanwan slowly walked out pushing Shen Qianhe in a wheelchair that Song Yubai breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly got out of the car and walked quickly to meet him.

Shen Qianhe was wearing a long black skirt with the hem hanging down over the edge of the wheelchair. Her legs were covered with a thin blanket and she looked very weak.

Her eyes were calm as water, and she seemed ready to face everything, but her slightly pursed lips revealed her inner nervousness and uneasiness at the moment.

Song Yubai's gaze lingered on her legs for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, and his voice was low and gentle: "The reporters are all blocking the main entrance, let's go directly from the underground garage."

Shen Qianhe nodded, his voice a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Thank you for your help."

Song Yubai didn't say much, turned around and helped her open the car door.

Gu Wanwan bent down and carefully helped Shen Qianhe into the car.

Only after he sat firmly in the car did Shen Qianhe relax a little.

The car slowly drove out of the garage, and the low roar of the engine echoed in the empty garage.

Song Yubai glanced at Shen Qianhe in the rearview mirror, his eyes deep and complex.

His voice was steady and contained some soothing meaning: "At today's funeral, the reporters will definitely give you a hard time. You are Jin Cheng's wife, and the Xie family is now leaderless. They will not let go of this opportunity."

Shen Qianhe's eyes were still fixed on the window, and his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard: "I know."

Song Yubai tapped his fingertips lightly on the steering wheel, as if he was choosing his words carefully: "Remember, no matter what they ask, you should respond carefully. If you really don't want to respond, don't say anything. Otherwise, you will make more mistakes than you say."

Shen Qianhe nodded, still without moving his eyes away from the window.

The rapidly receding scenery outside the window blurred in her eyes, but her heart felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

The car drove onto the main road, and the sunlight shone through the window onto her profile, but it failed to dispel the gloom in her eyes.

She knew that today's funeral was not just a farewell, but also a test.

And she must hold on.

Hold on for Xie Jincheng.

......

The funeral was held in the back mountain of the Xie family's old house, where the family's ancestral tomb was located. It was surrounded by green pines and cypresses, and the air was filled with a faint pine scent.

The car slowly drove into the manor, and a solemn black and white tones could be seen from afar.

Outside the mourning hall, black and white wreaths were neatly arranged, and elegiac couplets swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering grief.

Shen Qianhe was pushed out of the car by Gu Wanwan. The wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the bluestone path, making a slight "creaking" sound.

As soon as she entered the mourning hall, she felt countless eyes focused on her, like countless invisible knives trying to cut through her peace.

"Mrs. Xie is here!"

Someone whispered something. Although the voice was soft, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The atmosphere in the entire mourning hall suddenly became subtle, with whispers coming one after another, mixed with scrutiny, sympathy, and even malicious looks.

Shen Qianhe straightened his back and glanced at everyone calmly.

Although she was sitting in a wheelchair, her calm aura could not be underestimated.

Her eyes were like a pool of deep water, calm and yet unfathomable.

Gu Wanwan pushed her forward slowly, taking each step very steadily.

Shen Qianhe glanced at everyone in the mourning hall and nodded slightly in greeting, appearing neither distant nor overly close.

In the mourning hall, Mr. Xie's portrait was hung high in the middle.

He had a kind smile in the photo. Shen Qianhe's gaze lingered on the portrait for a moment, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

She knew that she couldn't be weak or retreat today.

"Thank you, Madam. My condolences."

A middle-aged man in a black suit walked forward, his tone respectful but somewhat tentative.

Shen Qianhe nodded slightly, his voice calm and powerful: "Thank you for coming to see my father off for the last time. The Xie family will remember it in our hearts."

"Chizuru."

A deep voice came from behind. Shen Qianhe turned his head slightly and saw Fu Huaizhi walking slowly towards them, supporting a white-haired old man.

The old man was wearing a well-tailored black Mao suit with a white flower pinned on his lapel, and his expression was solemn and dignified.

Although his pace was slow, each step was steady and powerful. He was none other than Fu Jingyi, the old man of the Fu family.

Fu Huaizhi's gaze lingered on Shen Qianhe for a moment, and then he introduced softly: "This is my grandfather. He came specially to see Grandpa Xie off for the last time."

Shen Qianhe nodded slightly, his voice respectful and gentle: "Thank you for coming from so far away to attend my father's funeral."

Fu Jingyi's gaze fell on Shen Qianhe, with a hint of kindness and pity in his eyes.

He sighed, his voice low and slow: "A few days ago, I asked Huaizhi to invite Lao Xie to attend my 80th birthday, but I didn't expect... Alas, things are unpredictable."

There was deep regret in his tone. Shen Qianhe's eyes turned slightly red and a sour feeling rose at the tip of his nose.

Fu Huaizhi stood aside, looking at Shen Qianhe with complicated eyes.

There was heartache, helplessness, and a hint of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"Take care of yourself."

Shen Qianhe raised his head and their eyes met briefly.

She saw the concern in his eyes, and also saw his hesitation in wanting to speak.

But she didn't say much, just nodded slightly, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Thank you."

Fu Huaizhi withdrew his hand, supported Fu Jingyi, and whispered, "Grandpa, let's go and present flowers first."

Fu Jingyi nodded, and finally glanced at Shen Qianhe, his tone gentle but with some deep meaning: "Girl, the burden of the Xie family is not light, but you are a smart person, I believe you can hold on."