Chapter 1019: Your Royal Highness, don't cry

Seeing Mu Yanzhu staggering, like a thin piece of paper in the autumn wind, about to fall to the ground, Chu Xiangchen hurriedly got out of the car, just about to give him a hand—
But she saw her staggering and running forward.
There was a young boy in front of him who looked a bit similar to Mu Yanzhu, not Jiang Qingchi.
Chu Xiangchen saw that the boy hugged Mu Yanzhu's arm and said something to her with tears in his eyes.
Leave her alone!
Think hard.
That boy should be her younger brother. She has a younger brother and Jiang Qingchi. Does he need to worry about it?
Chu Xiangchen suppressed his concern and turned around and got into the car.
He sat in the car for a long time, watching Mu Yanzhu and the boy go upstairs, then looked back and planned to leave.
There should be nothing wrong, he thought.
Side eyes saw the pre-marital check she forgot to bring.
The documents wrapped in the portfolio seem to be a mystery.
...
Mu Yanzhu's grandma passed away.
Cerebral hemorrhage.
A few days ago, those who were okay, suddenly passed away with this attitude and were caught off guard. Since then, there is no one in the Mu family who can examine Jiang Qingchi.
This nightmare news fell from the top of his head like a thunderbolt, and Mu Yanzhu refused to believe it from beginning to end.
Back at the hometown, the corpse of the grandmother had been sent to the funeral home. Mu Yanzhu's uncle and aunt had a solemn expression. The two came out of the funeral home. Mu Yanzhu ran into the funeral home and directly grabbed Zheng Ru's arm.
"Where is Grandma? I want to see Grandma!"
"Oh, everyone is dead, what else do you see?"
Zheng Ru glared at Mu Ran behind him, which meant he was blaming Mu Ran, why did he inform Mu Yanzhu so quickly.
"Everyone is dead"!
Stimulated by these words, Mu Yanzhu gritted her teeth fiercely, tears streaming out, she let Zheng Ru loose in a discouraged manner, and rushed in like a madman, but Mu Gang finally grabbed her.
"Smoke candle, your grandma is gone, we are all very uncomfortable, you don't make trouble here, now the important thing is to prepare for the funeral. Reporting to the temple, going to the funeral, and burial are all major events."
"Did the autopsy be done?"
Mu Yanzhu looked at his uncle's face and asked suddenly.
Mu Gang was taken aback for a moment, and the wife beside her fell unhappy!
"What do you mean? Could it be that you suspect that your uncle and I murdered?"
"...Well, I admit that we had this stupid idea before, but when the old lady died, Muran was also there. Our family was eating at the dinner table, and she fell directly to the ground with a cerebral hemorrhage. I hit 120. When the ambulance arrived, the old lady was dead!"
There is no flaw in Zheng Ru's words, but... Mu Yanzhu felt wrong.
Grandma has always been leisurely, and she eats light and heavy tea and seldom eats greasy things.
The elderly don’t drink, and their bones are good. Before leaving, they don’t see any weakness and a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. How could it be possible?
"What did you make that day? Do you have any wine?" Mu Yanzhu asked quickly.
"Sister... you are really a bit suspicious."
Muran admits that his parents are sometimes inadequate in life and work, which makes people uncomfortable, but this time he really wants to say good things for two people.
"My mother was right. I was there that day. We ate everyday meals. Grandma's face didn't look good before eating. I thought she was too tired. I advised her to take a good rest. She said it was okay. Who knows how to eat? Just... alas."
"Have you heard?"
Zheng Ru raised his nose and glared at Mu Yanzhu.
"Don't think that you are earning a lot now, and when you have a profit, you will be able to look down on others. It is said that the old lady has brought you up since you were young. You should pay for the funeral money, right?"
"Ha, money, money, money, you are greedy for money, and sooner or later there will be retribution!"
Mu Yanzhu laughed and said, but the smile was not enough, what is the human heart?
This is it.
The hypocritical, dirty and ugly original face of human beings, when involved in disputes of interest, will be exposed, like a monster with fangs, stripped of its glamorous shell.
Mu Yanzhu quickly stopped smiling, and she stared at Zheng Ru for an instant.
"I pay for the funeral money, and the autopsy report must be done. My aunt also said that grandma brought me up since I was a child, so how could I let my grandma go so hastily?"
After talking about Mu Yanzhu, he rushed into the funeral home, and no one could hold it back.
Muran followed Mu Yanzhu in.
I didn't see that the faces of my parents behind him changed instantly.
"Wait!!!"
Just one minute before grandma's body was about to be cremated, Mu Yanzhu stopped the body carrier wearing a mask.
She took a deep look at the tightly covered old man on the stretcher, and the tear ducts began to develop again.
The farthest distance in the world is when you are by my side, but I can never feel your body temperature anymore!
"Please don't cremate my grandma. I want to submit an application with the public security organ for an autopsy report!"
"Ah? Little girl, the old lady is in her seventies, what else is there to do an autopsy report?" The corpse carrier disagrees.
Hearing this, Mu Yanzhu's expression suddenly shuddered.
She pressed her lips tightly, then said without holding her beak:
"I think my grandmother should have lived a long life, and suddenly passed away due to an accident. This is a strange matter. If I ignore it and let it go hastily, is this unfilial to the elderly?"
"amount……"
The other party pursed the corner of his mouth, but she couldn't say a word.
...
Muran knew that Zheng Ru didn't like Mu Yanzhu.
From small to large.
Obviously Mu Yanzhu has a good-looking personality and is very sensible and obedient, but Zheng Ru just doesn't like her.
It's not that she is bad.
On the contrary, it was because she was so good that he seemed to be useless.
Muran remembered that he had a high school entrance examination in the third year of the junior high school. He was a scumbag with 280 and Mu Yanzhu's 680 for college entrance examination.
However, it is so obvious, Zheng Ru still only cynics, "What's wrong, it's okay to do well in the exam, and my son may not be able to mix well in the future."
Mu Yanzhu laughed and didn't refute, and only joked with Muran afterwards, "What crazy things my aunt is talking about? You are 400 points less than me, brother."
Muran felt uncomfortable.
My sister is excellent, but no one praises it.
She silently endured the ridicule and cold eyes that did not belong to her. She had a faint personality, a cold, uncomfortable look, but he remembered the little girl with horns and braids running around the street when he was a child. Two laughed. Pear vortex is very beautiful.
"Sister, you are the same as before, when my mother is talking crazy!" Muran said after coming out of the funeral home.
Mu Yanzhu was unmoved, the setting sun fell on the corners of her eyes and her eyebrows, and heavy plumes fell.
"This time is different from before. I can't do that."
in case.
She was saying that if this time it was really artificial, what would Mu Gang and Zheng Ru want?
They obviously had everything, even her father's house was sold by them before, and there was nothing else to plan.
Mu Yanzhu couldn't figure out this question.
So grandma's death was really just an accident?
Do not.
She didn't believe it and couldn't accept it.
...
Jiang Qingchi received a call from Muran and just signed a contract.
At this moment, he was in Zhicheng and came out of his partner's company. He heard the news of his grandma's death. He almost slammed his forehead like a mallet, and he almost couldn't stand firmly. The fingers holding the phone were also subconsciously tight.
"Does your sister know the news?"
"She knew it a long time ago."
"What about her? How's her mood? Did you cry?"
"...My sister is pretty good now, quite stable, brother-in-law, don't worry!"
"Why don't you tell me earlier about such a big thing?!"
He wants it too!
Muran was aggrieved, "My sister said that it is very important that you have a contract. Let me not disturb you before noon."
"It's alright, I'll go to grandma's house now, you take care of your sister, don't make her cry!"
"okay."
"My brother-in-law, if her face is full of tears when I see her, I will block your game account for you!" Jiang Qingchi was really worried and exhorted again.
Muran was dumb eating coptis, and Mu Yanzhu still didn't cry, he was about to cry.
Why threaten a boy with his wealth and life?
Bad brother-in-law.
Jiang Qingchi dismissed the driver and wanted to drive past Mu Yanzhu's hometown by himself.
As soon as he started the car, the assistant hurriedly stopped him and asked him where he was going.
"Where am I going, do I need to report to you?" Jiang Qingchi put one hand on the steering wheel, his brows swept over, his expression cold.
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat, "Boss, I just want to remind you, didn't Young Master Jiang San'er invite you to have lunch..."
"Are you my assistant or Saner's assistant? Since you are so caring about him, you can just be his assistant!"
After speaking, Jiang Qingchi raised the window glass directly, without giving the assistant a glance, and drove away.
Standing in the same place, Xiao Zhang pitifully sniffed.
Actually, he really didn’t want to be the assistant to the boss. He was transferred from the head office. He was the younger brother of Song Yikai before. Brother Song had told him not to be the assistant to the president, especially--
Assistant to the president surnamed Jiang.
Ask him why, but he doesn't say.
Now Xiao Zhang can feel a bit of Song Yikai's feelings.
...
The results of the autopsy report have not yet come out, and the technical department has notified the family members that the body can be cremated if it is not necessary to keep it.
So Lao Mu's family organized a funeral.
In the rural areas, both funeral and celebrity matters are important matters, especially funeral matters, which start to squeeze after death.
Mu Yanzhu was dressed in white, dressed in hemp and filial piety. She had already called the magazine and said that she would not be there for a few days and she would do her filial piety.
Jiang Qingchi rushed in from the village, and was watched by the villagers like monkeys. The young man from this place is handsome, handsome, and has a noble posture, which is not what the village can see.
I didn't bother to pay attention to these people, and rushed directly to the destination Jiang Qingchi. The moment I saw Mu Yanzhu, my heart calmed down and rushed to hug her.
Seeing that she was not crying, and her face was calm, Jiang Qingchi couldn't say anything in her heart, and she felt sore and sore.
"Fool, fool, fool! Tell me about this kind of thing earlier."
"..." Mu Yanzhu said nothing, she seemed to be thinking about something, her expression dull.
Jiang Qingchi leaned down, curled his eyebrows and stared at her, staring at her, and nuzzling her nose carefully.
"Daughter-in-law, don't scare me."
"...I'm fine."
Mu Yanzhu's deliberate smile was far-fetched, "I'm just thinking about things."
"Tell me what you want."
"Nothing, your work is done?"
"Don't mention work, filial piety is important."
On the way here, Jiang Qingchi also had a few conversations with Muran and learned the general situation. He, like Mu Yanzhu, did not believe that grandma had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage without any signs. A few days ago, he tried his best. Time, no trace again?
How can we not feel hurt?
At the same time, Zheng Ru and Mu Gang were looking at the account books in the east wing, thinking about whom to serve.
"The funeral money is enough to let Mu Yanzhu's girl go out. I heard that she is now one million a year."
Zheng Ruzheng was talking to her husband, and suddenly there was a very clear voice behind him, as if the king of Hades approached, "My wife has relatives like you, so unfortunate for a family."
Zheng Ru's eyes were shaken.
There is light outside, leaves under my feet, overlapping light and shadow, and the fallen leaves are covered with a layer of phantom light.
Then stepped on the bright and clean leather shoes on the leaves, the slender and straight legs wrapped in suit pants, the shapely figure, the tall and strong, the face is sharp and compelling, and the contours of the facial features in every place are superbly crafted.
Zheng Ru hasn't seen Jiang Qingchi for three years.
The young man from three years ago was unruly and unruly.
Three years later, he was already a big man, in a suit and leather shoes, tall and blunt manly.
Zheng Ru hurriedly smiled, "Isn't this General Manager Jiang, our Yaner's husband!"
"You call Yan'er? What does my achievement have to do with you, the murderer who attempted a murder three years ago?"
After hearing that Zheng Ru's face became stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
"Mr. Xiao Jiang, it's all three years ago, so don't mention it. This time the death of the old lady really has nothing to do with me!"
"I said it has something to do with you? There is no silver three hundred taels here, and I still don't confess to it, eh?" Jiang Qingchi said every word.
"I……"
Zheng Ru was speechless, and in the end he could only laugh. "President Xiao Jiang must speak evidence these days, so he can't just doubt people."
"The evidence is not evidence. I did an autopsy to find out that Yan'er and I were very sad about my grandma's death. I mustn't let her old man go unclearly. As for the money for the autopsy, you two are grandma's son and daughter-in-law. Do you care about this? "
"we--"
"Hey, don't know Xiao Jiang with this girl, we pay, Xiao Jiang always rest assured." Mu Gang interrupted what his wife wanted to say, and when Jiang Qingchi left, Zheng Ru gave him a wink.
"You're crazy, he said an autopsy is going to be done!"
"What's the matter, who saw us put the medicine?" Mu Gang smiled and said, "And we have another move. Have you forgotten it?"
"But... Mu Yanzhu's girl shouldn't be that stupid!"
"Oh, take a look, her silly big brother who has a temper with me."
Mu Gang's plan was even worse.
...
Late at night.
Mu Yanzhu slept in grandma's room, packing her things.
Suddenly I saw a photo on the bedside, which she took with her grandma in the park when she was a child. She was swinging happily, and her grandma stood by and looked at her with a smile.
At that time, Mom and Dad hadn't passed away, and she was also a little girl who was hurt.
Mu Yanzhu accumulated tears for a day, and with this photo, the line was broken.
"Good wife, don't cry."
Jiang Qingchi knelt on one knee, knelt on the ground, looked up at Mu Yanzhu, and wiped her tears with his slender fingers.
Mu Yanzhu plunged into his arms.
"Grandma is my only relative! I really miss her, and I am very sorry for her!"
"I have been outside for the past three years and come back twice a year. I think there are still many days to fulfill my filial piety. It is because I am not good. Why should I always think about it and cherish the people in front of me?
"But now that these are said, there is no chance again!"
Jiang Qingchi listened quietly, her tears ironed his shirt, and his heart was hot.
His generous palm touched her somewhat messy hair, and his thin lips fell on her hair ring.
"I know you are sad, and I am just as uncomfortable as you. Although I don’t have much interaction with my grandma, I can see that she loves you very much and cares about you, and she didn’t deliberately target me, she just hopes You have a good time."
"Fortunately... Grandma gave you to me, so that her old man is in heaven, she should have nothing to worry about, because I will give you endless love, protection and pampering, you are my favorite princess ."
As he said, Jiang Qingchi pinched Mu Yanzhu's slimy face.
"So your Royal Highness, stop crying, huh? Okay?"
"..."
Mu Yanzhu stopped crying. She was really uncomfortable just now because she was in love with the scene. How could it be possible to say that it is not uncomfortable!
After all, she was the grandmother who raised her to the age!
"I'm still uncomfortable."
"I know." Jiang Qingchi remained on one knee until Mu Yanzhu pulled him up from the ground.
"Have you contacted the autopsy?" she asked.
"Contacted, the report did not come out so quickly, we need to wait."
"it is good."
Mu Yanzhu's face was resting on Jiang Qingchi's chest, and his eyes were red and swollen again.
"Jiang He, you don't have to love me in the future, I just beg you, do it well... you must do it well, you have to live vigorously, live more than a hundred years old, you are not allowed to give me anything."
Because she only has him now, he is her hope and faith, if the faith is gone, she will collapse.
Jiang Qingchi sighed.
"Really my stupid wife!"
"I will be good, and you will be good, and I will love you very much, it is impossible not to love you. We said before, right? Forever."
how far is Forever?
Multiply your three years by 100 million.
It's really far.
...
On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy and there was no trace of sunlight.
There was a lot of fun in the countryside, and many people came. The seven aunts and eight aunts that Mu Yanzhu had never met were all here.
Everyone is holding money, burning paper, tobacco and alcohol.
The money was naturally given to Mu Gang, because Mu Gang was the son of the old lady, and Mu Yanzhu was just a granddaughter.
Mu Yanzhu didn't care about this little money either, she only cared about two things now.
One thing is whether grandma's death was an accident.
Another one--
It was the last time that Mu Ran told her that the aunt and uncle talked about her late father and talked about money. Why on earth?
What secrets does the aunt and uncle hide that she doesn't know?
This is what Mu Yanzhu wanted to figure out.
But I also know that when I ask my uncle and aunt, the two tricky and mean can't tell the truth.
At noon, relatives at a large table, wearing sackcloth and filial piety, sit on a round table to eat, waiting for the funeral in the afternoon, and then burial.
This was the first time that Mu Yanzhu had faced so many relatives and had a New Year's posture, but no one was smiling, and everyone just showed a sad look, even if it was pretending.
Heart is under the kyte.
"Smoke candle, is this your husband?"
An unfamiliar relative of Mu Yanzhu spoke up, and the other party kept looking at Jiang Qingchi.
Mu Yanzhu nodded.
The nose quickly sore.
She had imagined such a scene of a big family. It should be when she was having a wedding when relatives and friends came, and then grandma would take her hand and introduce to her relatives:
"This is my grandson-in-law. Isn't he handsome? Isn't he handsome?"
Relatives will certainly be full of praise.
I will definitely ask where I can find such a good son-in-law.
The grandmother would definitely look at her lovingly, then touch her hair, and proudly said, "Of course it is my granddaughter. My granddaughter is good enough to be worthy of him."
Fantasy finally turned into a bubble.
In future weddings, there will be no more old ladies holding her hands.
No one would say to Jiang He:
"Child, I will hand my granddaughter to your Jiang family now. I will treat her well, take care of her, and give her happiness. Don't neglect her, let me know that you are bullying my granddaughter and I will not let it go. Yours! There is less to cut your finger!"
"Smoke, how much money does your husband make a month?" the relative asked again.
Mu Yanzhu returned to his senses and glanced at Jiang Qingchi calmly.
"He is a little manager, and he only makes 200,000 a year."
These years, there are many jealous diseases, so what about relatives, who do not communicate all the year round, but only the jackal, tiger and leopard separated by a layer of blood, so Mu Yanzhu did not want to tell the true identity of Jiang Qingchi.
The other party nodded and lit a cigarette, "200,000 a year is not too much. I heard that you work in a magazine. Oh, how much money can you make? It would be better to follow your husband in business and have a way out. ."
Before Mu Yanzhu could speak, Jiang Qingchi on the side took her shoulders.
Before the funeral, he deliberately remained silent, and only then did he look at the talkative relative.
"This elder, what my Yan'er likes to do, I will let her do it. These days, many people are alive and do nothing. There are not many ideals, and there are fewer who can fight for their ideals. Yan'er has his own hobbies. Okay! Take a step back, anyway, I will support her and I will not let Yan'er suffer."
The other party was speechless, and the fingers of the cigarette shook slightly.
They are all men. Jiang Qingchi is a junior, but he is magnanimous and demeanor. As a relative of an elder, if he refutes it any more, it will also make other relatives read the joke.
Silence is better!
Mu Yanzhu looked at Jiang Qingchi's affectionate eyebrows, his heart softened inexplicably, and whispered to him, "Did you prepare this line in advance?"
Otherwise, why can you say such deep words?
Jiang Qingchi glanced at her and squeezed his wife's face, "It's all the truth, don't need to prepare, just blurt out. I just want to tell you something."
"what?"
"You have me, forever."
Under the table, Jiang Qingchi squeezed Mu Yanzhu's hand secretly.
...
Funeral in the afternoon, grandma was buried in the evening.
Everything is settled.
The lost people, like this drizzle, will be wiped out on the ground.
Mu Yanzhu and Jiang Qingchi stayed at the grave for a long, long time.
The relatives are gone.
Jiang Qingchi took off his coat and put it on Mu Yanzhu.
Look at each other speechlessly.
He held her shoulders tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with pity and distress.
Knowing that she is uncomfortable, don't say anything at this time, just let her remember her quietly.
Round the grave two days later.
This is really buried.
After a few more days, after handling the family affairs, Mu Yanzhu and Jiang Qingchi went back.
The autopsy report hasn't come out yet, and the numbers are waiting.
Mu Yanzhu left a lot of work, and was busy with the computer that night.
She dangled her hair and put on big-frame glasses that she hadn't worn for a long time, which covered most of that small face.
It seems that it is already ten thirty in the evening.
Jiang Qingchi yawned, sat on the sofa next to Mu Yanzhu, hugged her waist from the side, rubbed her chin.
"Good wife, can you be busy tomorrow?"
"No, there will be tomorrow's work tomorrow, a lot, a lot."
"Oh……"
This sofa was given by Jiang Chunhe. It is a pattern of SpongeBob Squarepants, very kawaii.
At this moment, most of Jiang Qingchi's body was embedded, and he was still holding the pillow of the same style in his arms, only showing a pair of watery eyes. He just yawned and made the young master's tears come down.
"My wife is really hard." Jiang Qingchi touched Mu Yanzhu's hair.
Mu Yanzhu has no time to pay attention to him.
Let him go to bed, he shook his head and said that he would accompany her.
"I really don't have time to take care of you now, Mr. Jiang."
"I'm so old, and I still need you to take care of it. Hurry up, I feel distressed!"
She can't sleep, nor can he sleep well.
But this wife is still stubborn, and she is not willing to let her rest. There is really no way for her to stay with her.
Mu Yanzhu continued to work.
Another hour passed...
ended.
at last.
Mu Yanzhu exhaled, stretched, turned off the laptop, and turned his head, Jiang Qingchi fell asleep on the sofa.
Without the public dancing claws during the day, under the light is a gentle and harmless sleeping face.
Mu Yanzhu leaned over and kissed his hair.
"Jiang He, I love you."
The happiest thing is if this is the case, when you are at work, the person you love the most is next to you, silently accompanying you.
Tell you, he is here.
He is always there.
...
Life quickly got on the right track, and only then did Mu Yanzhu think of the pre-marital checkup between himself and Jiang Qingchi.
After learning the news of her grandma's death that day, she got out of Chu Xiangchen's car and staggered. The pre-marital inspection about Mo fell into his car.
No way, Mu Yanzhu could only contact Chu Xiangchen and said that he personally went to get the inspection report.
"I'm in the coffee shop next to my sister's magazine. My sister, come over. I happen to have something to tell my sister.
The voice of Chu Xiangchen on the other end of the phone was inexplicably serious.
Mu Yanzhu hung up the phone and rushed over. It was midday, the sun was shining, and it fell on the table in front of Chu Xiangchen.
Inconsistent with this light, Chu Xiangchen stared at Mu Yanzhu with complicated eyes, as if he had something to say, but couldn't say it with difficulty.
"What's the matter, why are you looking at me with this look?" Mu Yanzhu sat down opposite him.
"Sister... I'm sorry, I took a peek at your premarital checkup."
"what?"
"How to say, sister must be mentally prepared, I swear, I haven't told anyone now."
After speaking, Chu Xiangchen pushed the pre-marriage check to Mu Yanzhu...