CHAPTER 492: CHAPTER 202: THE MAD FUNERAL (PART 3)

Dressed in black mourning attire, holding a white chrysanthemum, Yan Wuxu’s face was filled with sorrow as she spoke at length. Having Yan Wuxu perform this showy donation was the most fitting choice. Neither Su Qingzhang nor Su Ziceng could have interpreted this scene as perfectly as Yan Wuxu did.

When she took out the check for fifty thousand yuan, Su Ziceng could no longer associate her with the Yan Wuxu who was humiliated years ago with a check of the same amount by Fei Qing. Only four years had passed, and that student with the look of despair had transformed into a creator of despair for others.

The family of Secretary Wang wanted to refuse; when Secretary Wang left the Su Family, Su Qingzhang had given him a generous retirement sum, and they couldn’t accept any additional gifts from the Su Family. If Secretary Wang were still alive, given his straightforward nature, he too would have declined.

"Please accept this money," Su Ziceng was about to hand over the check, and Yan Wuxu nodded along.

"Since you’ve come, let’s pay respects to Secretary Wang’s remains. I believe Secretary Yan, who is here on behalf of the company, would also like to see Secretary Wang one last time," after handing the check to Secretary Wang’s father, Su Ziceng changed the subject and extended the invitation to Yan Wuxu.

Upon hearing this, Yan Wuxu’s complexion changed subtly, her words dodging: "I’d rather not, I’ll just light some incense for Secretary Wang and bow in respect." Secretary Wang’s face was unrecognizable from the fall, and Yan Wuxu dare not see for herself the person she caused to die.

"Of course, you must bow in respect," Su Ziceng’s hands insistently pulled Yan Wuxu, taking advantage of her unsteady footing, and dragged her toward where the coffin was placed.

"I don’t want to... It’s inconvenient for me to go in," as Su Ziceng pulled her along, Yan Wuxu’s black lacquered stiletto heels scraped sharply against the ceramic floor of the mourning hall.

"Representing the Su Family to mourn a former employee, then do it with all your heart. I believe if my father knew that his former subordinate had died so tragically, he would certainly want to see him with his own eyes," Su Ziceng’s grip was firm, and no matter how hard Yan Wuxu struggled, she couldn’t break free.

In the mourning hall, Secretary Wang’s relatives all wore looks of surprise, while employees of the Su Family also had doubtful expressions. Pello stood by, watching Su Ziceng’s relentless actions, and for some reason did not step forward to stop it.

Just as Han Fang was about to step forward to help, he was stopped by Su Ziceng, "Han Fang, today she must pay her respects properly, being a representative of the Su Family isn’t that easy," Su Ziceng’s words were sharp as needles, scraping across everyone’s hearts present.

"Su Ziceng, let go. Ziceng, I’m begging you," Yan Wuxu was dragged behind the alternating black and white fabric, one of her shoes had already come off, and her silk stockings were torn open from the violent tugging.

A "thud," the sound of a body hitting the coffin.

"Ah," Yan Wuxu’s scream echoed in the mourning hall, thrown onto the arranged mourning flowers, she didn’t look back, her hands and feet scrambling outward. She dared not look at Secretary Wang in the coffin.

Inside the coffin, there was no body of Secretary Wang. Having died in a traffic accident, his body was beyond recognition, so his relatives followed the advice of the police and had the few remnants of his body cremated soon after the accident.

The coffin in the mourning hall was for display, and inside the long rectangular redwood coffin, there was a blue and white porcelain urn.

"Xiao Xu, it’s just an urn," Han Fang stepped forward to help Yan Wuxu, her previous elegant demeanor as a representative of the Su Family was completely destroyed.

"Just an urn," Su Ziceng looked at the panic-stricken Yan Wuxu, "What are you afraid of?"

"I..." Yan Wuxu swallowed, her previous behavior was indeed abnormal, "I’m just afraid of dead people, that’s all."

"Dead people? I thought you were only afraid of the living," Su Ziceng said and then bowed deeply towards Secretary Wang’s urn, as if a true representative of the Su Family, dignified and proper, a ninety-degree bow. If Su Qingzhang represented the Su Family today, he would certainly have paid his respects to his old subordinate just like Su Ziceng did.

Afterward, Su Ziceng bowed again, this bow on behalf of the still comatose Su Qingzhang.

The final bow was Su Ziceng’s own representation, no matter what, she would not allow Yan Wuxu to continue feeling smug. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) with your recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)