Chapter 1727: The Aftermath of Taking a Young Mistress 1

Moli also said, "You really did go too far with what happened last time. Let's keep a low profile for a while. Once my mother's anger subsides after a bit, this matter will be considered over."

Although Su Qiangying was not very convinced, she did not continue to harp on it.

She was afraid that if she kept being insistent, her boyfriend might end up becoming someone else's boyfriend.

Su Qiangying decided to bide her time and keep a low profile; she would deal with future matters in the future.

Jian Xiansheng passed away.

He left very peacefully.

After lunch, he said he wasn't feeling well and that his heart felt a bit tight, so he went upstairs to take a nap, and as a result, he never opened his eyes again.

It was exactly the same way Lady Jian had left years ago.

Jian Yixin was very sad, but not as sad as she had been when her mother passed away back then, because there were no regrets!

Ever since she signed the agreement with her father last time, she had made time to visit him every week no matter how busy she was, and she had never broken her word.

Even if it was just for eight or ten minutes, they met every week; they had done everything that children should do.

The mourning hall was at home, and friends and relatives all came to pay their respects.

People from Jian Xiansheng's rural hometown sat together whispering.

"He left so suddenly; could it be that he was taken away by that previous wife of his?"

"It's possible; the way he left is exactly the same, just went to sleep and was gone, tsk tsk."

Some people sighed, while others were envious: "Hey, leaving like this means no suffering; it's a blessing cultivated in a past life."

"Isn't that so? The old gentleman did quite a few good deeds in his lifetime."

"But he left behind a young wife and a pair of children; I wonder how the family property will be divided?"

People who watch the excitement mostly like gossip, and as they chatted, they reached sensitive topics.

"Of course it will be divided among his own son and daughter; surely it wouldn't be given to the tag-along brought by an outsider, right?"

"Hehe, that's true."

While everyone was discussing these things, Wu Ying, dressed in plain mourning clothes, stood before the spirit tablet to observe the mourning.

The area in front of the spirit tablet could not be left unattended for twenty-four hours; after those who came to pay their respects finished offering incense, the family members had to return the courtesy.

Jian Yixin had stood guard there for an hour and nearly fainted from crying, so she was sent inside to rest.

The remaining people took shifts to guard the spirit tablet, and she heard everything those people said.

She kept her head lowered and remained unmoved.

She was long accustomed to the harsh way rural people spoke; she didn't care what others said about her. Jian Xiansheng had already arranged her life for the second half of her years very properly, and she was very satisfied.

To say she loved Jian Xiansheng to death would be a lie, but after all, they had lived together for several years. Although she was nominally the one serving the old gentleman these years, the old gentleman had not treated her poorly, and there was affection between the two.

But there was even more gratitude.

Jian Xiansheng had taken her and her son in during Wu Ying's most difficult time, giving them a place to settle down and live, and allowing the child to attend the best schools; she was already very satisfied and no longer wanted to ask for more.

Just as she was thinking this, a loud wailing came from outside: "Brother-in-law, how could you just leave like this? Oh my, how will my sister live from now on?"

"Brother-in-law, you closed your eyes, kicked your legs, and just left like that. Poor my sister, left alone in this world as a widow with an orphan... my poor sister..."

The person hadn't arrived, but the voice came first.

There was no need to see them; just hearing the voice, one knew it was Wu Ying's brother and sister-in-law who had arrived.

When Jian Xiansheng was alive, her brother and sister-in-law had often come over to sponge off him.

They treated Jian Xiansheng as a sucker, wanting to fish for more benefits!

But Jian Xiansheng was sharp; after a few times, he used some method, and Wu Ying's brother and sister-in-law never dared to come to the door again, not even having any contact during holidays. Now that Jian Xiansheng had passed away, their "grief" was all for others to see.

The rural hometown had a tradition of wailing for the dead; the more intensely those who came to pay respects cried, the more it showed that the family was sentimental and that the deceased was virtuous, respected, and well-liked while alive.

The couple wailed all the way from outside to inside, and after offering incense, they were led to the living room to drink tea.

Since people from Wu Ying's maiden family had arrived, she had to host them; Wan'er took over her shift in advance, letting her go to accompany her brother and sister-in-law.

Wu Ying was a bit apprehensive; she didn't want to go.

Although they hadn't been in contact for years, she hadn't forgotten their old faces; she knew very well that their coming to pay respects was fake and what they were thinking in their hearts.

But it wouldn't be good not to go; after all, her brother and sister-in-law coming gave her face, and she still had to keep up appearances.

Wu Ying bit the bullet and went over.

Her sister-in-law grabbed her, first wailing for a while, repeating over and over that she had a hard life, was widowed at a young age, and now that her man was gone, she had no support, so how would she live the rest of her life...

Later, seeing that fewer and fewer people were paying attention to her, she immediately stopped crying and asked in a low voice: The old thing is gone, how much money did he give you?

These words were very grating to the ear.

The old gentleman's body was not yet cold, and her own sister-in-law had already come to calculate the money.

Wu Ying said coldly, "What does that have to do with you?"

Her sister-in-law nudged her brother, and Wu Ying's brother immediately put on a smiling face and explained: "What are you saying? Your sister-in-law is of course doing this for your own good. We are one family; you are my sister, and we are planning for your future..."

The sister-in-law chimed in: "That's right, the old gentleman is gone, and it looks like one family for now, but after the funeral, they will kick you out. At that time, you won't even have a place to stay. Where will you live? Will you end up on the streets?"

Reading between the lines, Wu Ying understood the meaning behind her sister-in-law's words: she was afraid that Wu Ying would return to her maiden home and be a burden to them.

So she said: "Don't worry, I have a house to live in and money to spend. The old gentleman has already arranged everything for me; I won't return to my maiden home to continue being a burden to you."

How was it arranged? Her sister-in-law's eyes lit up.

Wu Ying originally didn't want to say, but she also knew what kind of temperament her brother and sister-in-law had.

If she didn't make it clear, she was afraid they would keep pestering her, asking endlessly.

They were used to speaking loudly at home; if they started shouting at the top of their lungs, everyone would lose face!

She said: "I'll tell you, don't shout. Originally, the current house was supposed to be mine, but his daughter wanted to keep this house as a memento, so she exchanged it for another house in the city center for me. The market value is about the same, and it's more convenient for the child's schooling, grocery shopping, and everything else..."

"How many square meters?"

The light in Wu Ying's sister-in-law's eyes grew even brighter.

Wu Ying was not good at lying, and she did not want to tell the truth, so she said vaguely: "It is enough for the two of us."

"That won't do, this is a Villa after all. Although the house is a bit old and the decor is outdated, the environment here is so good. With so many rooms upstairs and downstairs, it is worth at least eight or ten million. Are they just going to fob you off with a small Apartment?"

Her sister-in-law became more agitated as she spoke, and her voice grew louder and louder.

Wu Ying hurriedly reminded her: "Keep your voice down, don't shout."

Her brother was also furious: "I am going to find them, this is too bullying..."

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