Chapter 265: Holding a Funeral for Alisha

"It's not."

Shi Ran shook her head, telling the two that she had seen it on television.

That segment where the reporter interviewed Sheng Hanyu was played repeatedly on the television station; it would have been hard not to see it.

So it was seen on television; the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the child acted as if she were deliberately trying to annoy them today, starting to praise Sheng Hanyu incessantly for being handsome and having a pleasant voice, and once again bringing up inviting the uncle to their home as a guest, hoping the two would agree.

Of course, they could not agree.

Both Daddy and Mommy were against it, and Xiaozhu was unhappy, her mouth pouting high.

Zhu Yiwen said to Shi Ran: "Xiaozhu, you seem to mention that uncle more frequently than you mention Alisha. Is it because Alisha is dead that you have forgotten her?"

"No, Auntie is not dead!" The little girl still refused to believe that Alisha was already dead.

So Zhu Yiwen guided her: "Look, Alisha left you so many letters, enough for you to read for a very, very long time, right?"

The little one nodded.

So he continued: "And there are so many toys, so many. I heard that the servants specifically cleared out a room to store those gifts."

The little one nodded again.

This time, Zhu Yiwen used his trump card: "Xiaozhu, think about it. If she had just gone on a long trip and would be back soon, would she need to give you so many things all at once..."

Shi Youxuan wanted to stop him, but Zhu Yiwen warned her with his gaze not to interfere and to let him continue.

"She gave you so many things at once, which just goes to show that Alisha is dead and is using the gifts to make it up to you..."

"Really?"

A lie told a thousand times will also become the truth.

The little girl started off not believing it, but after hearing it many times, plus the hints Sheng Hanyu had left in the letters, she eventually believed it.

"Really, Alisha is indeed dead."

Shi Ran was still very sad, but she seemed willing to accept this reality and did not react as intensely as before.

Shi Youxuan also breathed a sigh of relief; this was for the best.

Zhu Yiwen suggested: "How about this, let's hold a grand funeral for Alisha in Xiaozhu's name. Alisha came silently and without a trace, so she must leave with a bang."

A double entendre.

Even if Shi Youxuan wanted to object, she had no reason to; Zhu Yiwen was just seeking psychological balance for the major loss he had just suffered.

Fine, let them fight; she would not get involved.

Zhu Yiwen sent out obituaries far and wide; all the businessmen in L Country received one, and Sheng Hanyu received one too!

Upon receiving the obituary, everyone gave a thumbs up, praising Zhu Yiwen for his benevolence and righteousness.

Only Sheng Hanyu's expression was not very good.

He was not surprised that Zhu Yiwen would do this, nor did he care, but the fact that Xuanxuan was also joining in the fun made him feel very uncomfortable.

Although it had not been brought out into the open, they all knew now that Alisha was his own disguise; holding a memorial service for Alisha was not much different from cursing him.

Of course, Sheng Hanyu did not care about these things; what he cared about was whether Xuanxuan still had love for him.

There should be no love left, only hatred, right?

Sheng Hanyu stared at the names of the organizers on the obituary: Zhu Yiwen, Shi Youxuan.

His mind was filled with the thought: Did she agree to add her name herself, or did Zhu Yiwen write it on there without authorization?

Wang Yong did not know what he was thinking, but seeing Sheng Hanyu's tightly furrowed brows, he directly called the people outside in, telling them to go and disrupt the funeral.

"No need, let him hold it," Sheng Hanyu said.

So he waved his hand to send all his subordinates out. Wang Yong really could not understand what his big brother was thinking now.

He was not a person who feared trouble either; if they were timid and fearful, they would not have become friends after fighting in prison back then.

What was wrong now?

People had bullied them right to their faces, and he still would not lash out?

This was not even the end of the bullying; a while later, a subordinate came to report that many monks had arrived at the small courtyard to chant sutras and deliver the "soul of Alisha," planning to hold rites for forty-nine days.

That was not all; they even wanted to set up the memorial service venue in the small courtyard. The woman in the courtyard hurriedly sent someone to report it. Wang Yong exploded on the spot: "This is too bullying! Bullying me right to my face? If I don't give him a taste of my power today, my name isn't Wang."

"Let's go, come with me to drive those people away!"

After saying this, he was about to rush out in a fit of rage, but was stopped again as he passed by Sheng Hanyu.

Sheng Hanyu whispered a few words in his ear, and Wang Yong immediately turned his anger into a smile: "Brother, why didn't you say so earlier? Fine, let's do as you say."

He let his subordinates step back, then asked cautiously: "Brother, are we going?"

"Go, of course we are going."

On the day of the funeral, the little girl wore mourning clothes and stood before the spirit hall to keep watch for "Alisha"!

The spirit hall was arranged very grandly, and the photo of "Alisha" was enlarged, hanging across almost an entire wall.

There were originally two huge white candles on the spirit table, but they were later removed for fear of the smoke bothering the little girl, and guests coming to pay their respects were not allowed to offer incense; bowing and paying respects was enough.

However, inside and outside the courtyard, it was very grand.

Monks draped in kasayas sat in the courtyard chanting sutras, the sound of wooden fish constant.

A huge incense burner was placed in the courtyard, and people burned incense there; whenever a gust of wind came, the fragrance was blown away.

The spectacle outside the courtyard was even greater.

Centered on the courtyard, basically anywhere within a five-kilometer radius that had a tall building had a huge "portrait" of "Alisha" hanging, as if they were afraid others wouldn't know Alisha was dead!

That was not all; every busy intersection had a Rice Distribution Point.

The Rice Distribution Point was a specialty of L Country; when a wealthy family here had someone die, the family would set up a Rice Distribution Point at the intersection.

The host family would prepare some rice and set up a spirit tablet; people could receive the rice for free, but they had to bow and say a word or two of blessing before the spirit tablet.

That is to say, wishing the deceased an early ascent to ultimate bliss.

The Rice Distribution Point set up for Alisha is different from everyone else's.

Everyone else only sets up one, but Zhu Yiwen sent people to set one up at every busy intersection, especially near the Xuanran Silk Company, where there are four intersections in total, each with one set up to echo one another from afar, making it very lively.

This is a blatant provocation!

Given Wang Yong's temper, he would have smashed them a hundred times over by now.

But Sheng Hanyu suppressed it all, not allowing him to make any moves.

Seeing that the time was about right, he stood up: "Let's go, come with me to the mourning hall to offer incense to Alisha."

"Brother, are you really going?" Wang Yong was stunned.

"Mm, really going. Zhu Yiwen specially set up such a grand gesture for me; he would be disappointed if I didn't go. Are you coming or not?"

Wang Yong said: "Going, wherever you go, Brother, I go; I'm following you."

The two were dressed in black; originally Wang Yong wanted to bring his brothers along, but was stopped by Sheng Hanyu.

His daughter is there too, and he was afraid of scaring Shi Ran if he brought too many people.

When the two appeared in front of the courtyard gate, A Qing and the others immediately surrounded them as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What are you here for? Get out!"

Sheng Hanyu sneered and handed over the black and white obituary: "This is the invitation your Head of the Family sent to me. You are blocking the door now and not letting me in; does the Zhu Family listen to you or to your Head of the Family?"

A Qing hurriedly stepped aside.

Although unwilling and reluctant, he still made a gesture of invitation to let them in.

The obituary was indeed sent by the Head of the Family, it was just that none of them expected Sheng Hanyu would actually come.