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"Um."
Ling Mohan was still very indifferent, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
Mrs. Ling knew his temperament, so she didn¡¯t say much. She directly ordered Mo Xiao behind her: ¡°Go down and prepare the car. After breakfast, we will go to the funeral parlor.¡±
"Okay, ma'am."
Mo Xiao nodded, then left the restaurant and went to prepare the car.
Mrs. Ling and Ling Mohan were the only two people left in the restaurant. Mrs. Ling glanced at Ling Mohan from time to time, observing his expression.
And Ling Mohan ate breakfast silently throughout the whole process without saying a word.
Mrs. Ling finally felt relieved.
During these days, she had asked Yu Jie to keep an eye on Ling Mohan's whereabouts.
Since the death of Ling Wenhua, Ling Mohan has never mentioned Bai Liyue again, and has already determined in his heart that she is the enemy who killed his father.
Bai Liyue seemed to have been completely forgotten by him.
Mrs. Ling withdrew her eyes, scooped up the porridge in front of her, and ate it slowly.
After finishing breakfast, everyone in the Ling family rushed to the funeral parlor
When Master Ling was young, his reputation was pretty good, and the Ling family was one of the four major families in Jiangcheng.
Therefore, at Ling Wenhua¡¯s funeral, major families in Jiangcheng, partners of the Ling family, relatives and friends came to express their condolences.
Jiangcheng Funeral Home.
The entrance to the Farewell Hall.
It was barely eight o'clock in the morning, and the number of people who came to express their condolences was almost overwhelming.
Looking around, everyone is wearing depressing black and white clothes, with very serious faces, and even sighing and shaking their heads.
"Mr. Ling's life has been really miserable, and he actually ended up being poisoned. Alas"
"Yes, Master Ling used to be such a good person, God is really unfair to him!"
Mo Xiao and other servants of the Ling family stood at the door of the farewell hall to receive those who came to express their condolences.
The people who could come to Ling Wenhua's funeral were all people with extraordinary status in Jiangcheng. Mo Xiao stood at the door and respectfully invited these people to enter the farewell hall.
Not long after, Luo Yuyao followed her parents to the farewell hall.
Mo Xiao saw this and hurriedly greeted him.
"Master Luo, Mrs. Luo, Miss Luo, you are here, please come in."
Luo Yuyao's mother, Hu Lan, looked into the farewell hall and saw rows of wreaths placed inside. People were laying flowers and bowing in front of Ling Wenhua's coffin. When she sighed: "Brother Wenhua was doing well a few days ago." Yeah, it¡¯s only been a few days, how could something like this happen, hey"
Seeing that her mother was sad, Luo Yuyao comforted her and said, "Mom, don't be sad. Let's go in and see Uncle Ling."
Luo Yuyao¡¯s father Luo Chen also sighed.
"Wenhua and I were such good friends before. How could something like this happen? It's really unpredictable. Let's go and see Wenhua."
"Master Luo, please."
Mo Xiao made a gesture of invitation.
Afterwards, the Luo family entered the farewell hall.
In the farewell hall of the funeral home, white and yellow chrysanthemums are placed around it, and at the front is Ling Wenhua's photo.
In front of the photo, there is a black coffin without a lid.
Ling Wenhua¡¯s body was laid properly inside so that everyone could express their condolences and take one last look at him.
The coffin was surrounded by wreaths and white flowers from those who came to pay their respects.
The farewell hall was very large, and in less than half an hour, hundreds of people came to express their condolences.
The entire farewell hall seemed bustling, but not noisy.
Everyone was wearing black clothes, and the expressions on their faces were either solemn or sad. There were even relatives of the Ling family secretly wiping away tears.
The atmosphere in the entire farewell hall was very solemn, and no one made a sound.
Until Mrs. Ling came to the farewell hall.
She was dressed in white, her hair was a little messy, and there was no trace of color on her face without makeup.
As soon as I stepped into the farewell hall, I was already crying until I almost fainted.
She looked at the photo of Ling Wenhua's death in the front, collapsed until her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground.
Even so, she still cried: "Wenhua, you are so cruel! If you leave like this, what will we two do in the future"
Her heartbreaking voice instantly broke the solemn atmosphere of the farewell hall.
? ?People who were paying their respects in the other hall turned around one after another.
When they saw Mrs. Ling falling to the ground and crying until her voice became hoarse, everyone present expressed sympathy.
As everyone knows, Ling Wenhua suddenly became paralyzed more than 20 years ago.
" For so many years, Mrs. Ling has managed the Ling family by herself and brought up Ling Mohan by herself, which is very difficult when she thinks about it.
Now that Master Ling has passed away suddenly, no one can imagine how painful her heart will be.
At this moment, several people walked over and helped the grief-stricken Mrs. Ling up from the ground.
"Wan Qing, my condolences."
"Yes, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you must take care of yourself."
Hu Lan also quickly stepped forward, handed over two tissues, and advised: "Wan Qing, please be more open-minded, otherwise, Brother Wenhua will be sad when he sees you like this down there."
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Ling reached out to take it.
After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but choke up.
"Hu Lan, why do you think my life is so miserable? What did I do wrong? Why did my husband leave me"
Mrs. Ling covered her face and cried inconspicuously.
The mourners in the farewell hall felt deeply saddened when they saw this.
Ling Wenhua has been dead for two days, but Mrs. Ling still cannot accept this fact.
It can be imagined how deep the relationship between the two is.
At this time, some people are complaining in their hearts that God is unfair for being so cruel to Mrs. Ling.
Many relatives and friends rushed forward to comfort him.
For a time, everyone went to comfort Mrs. Ling during Ling Wenhua's funeral.
When Mrs. Ling cried bitterly, Ling Mohan walked in from outside the farewell hall.
When he saw everyone gathered around Mrs. Ling to comfort her, he glanced at Jianmei, walked directly past Mrs. Ling, and walked towards Ling Wenhua's coffin.
People around Mrs. Ling could not help but be surprised.
When the son saw his mother crying, he didn't react at all. Instead, he seemed not to see her. It was really abnormal.
Ling Wenhua¡¯s eldest brother Ling Bin can¡¯t stand it anymore.
He walked directly to Ling Mohan and scolded her in a low voice: "Mo Han, didn't you see that your mother was crying so much that she almost fainted? Why didn't you go and comfort her?"
Ling Mohan¡¯s eyes fell on the coffin in front of him.
Ling Wenhua in the coffin closed his eyes tightly, his face was rosy, as if he was asleep.
After just one glance, he withdrew his eyes and replied to Ling Bin without any warmth: "What's the use of comforting me? Can it bring my father back to life?"
His cold words reached the ears of everyone in the farewell hall, and everyone frowned.
Is this what a son should say?
Among the crowd, there were already some small voices, pointing at Ling Mohan.
"What's going on? His mother is so sad, and he still has this attitude."
"Yeah, it's really not filial at all."
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