CHAPTER 1133: CHAPTER 1133: HE ZHILAN’S WILL 6

The second aunt of the He Family raised her voice and shouted, "Isn’t he He Dongxue’s boyfriend? His family holds a big government position. These things are nothing but a matter of saying the word!"

"Second Aunt!" He Dongxue was so angry that her temples throbbed violently, "Even if you’re a big government official, are you an emperor? Can you just decide who gets released or locked up with a flick of your wrist?"

Lin Chan was also left dumbfounded by this second aunt of the He Family. He’d heard about her before, but he never imagined she could be this absurd.

"Auntie, my family doesn’t hold any big official positions; we just run a small business." Lin Chan’s lips twitched subtly. "The law is fair and impartial. If someone breaks the law, then they must face the consequences."

He Hongmei and Liang Tao both heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, thinking that Lin Chan was smart enough not to foolishly claim his family held high government posts. Otherwise, he’d be caught up in trouble with this second aunt.

When the second aunt heard Lin Chan’s family was in business, her expression immediately changed. While she stopped fawning over him, she kept sizing him up from time to time—glancing at his clothes one moment and at the watch on his wrist the next. Then she muttered, "Are you from the capital? Since you’re in business, your family must be really wealthy, huh? I’ve heard the capital is lively, and the locals there are all especially loaded."

"Whether his family has money or not, what does that have to do with you, Second Aunt?" He Da couldn’t bear it anymore and snapped back. Before the second aunt could gather her wits to respond, he ushered everyone into the main house.

Lin Chan quickly followed a few people led by He Dongxue’s father into the house. Seeing that the second aunt didn’t follow, he lowered his voice and asked He Dongxue, "If I told her I’m indeed very wealthy, what do you think she’d do?"

"She’d immediately start crying about how poor she is, telling you how much she looked after my aunt when she was young, and how much money she lent our family to help us reach the good life we have today. She’d portray herself as a great benefactor to us, and then she’d ask you to lend her money—lots and lots of money—to help her get her son out of prison. Of course, no matter what she borrows, big or small, she never bothers to return it. Even when I was little, I remember she’d borrow things like our family’s hoe and never return it. My second uncle always had to discover something missing and retrieve it himself."

"I can tell—she’s not someone easy to deal with." Lin Chan nodded. "No wonder your older brother and sister-in-law only had your cousin show up when they remarried."

He Dongxue shot Lin Chan a glare, still holding a grudge against him for calling himself her boyfriend. She snorted and gave him the silent treatment.

He Zhilan was the only person in the entire town to ever get into Capital University. Now that she had passed away, even her high school teachers had come to the He Family to pay their respects.

Because they’d missed the morning ceremony, the schedule for the urn burial was moved to the evening. The He Family claimed it was because of feng shui concerns that they decided to inter "He Zhilan’s" ashes in a mountain somewhat far away.

After burying the urn, He Dongxue’s father and the others returned to the He Family home. Over there, the mourners who’d gone to the burial were crying their hearts out, stricken with grief. But back in the courtyard, looking at people indulging in funeral banquets, drinking, and loudly playing dice, the atmosphere was nothing short of merry. Women mingled together laughing and chatting away as if they were having the time of their lives. Unable to hold back his displeasure, He Dongxue’s father sighed and muttered under his breath, "Ada, Ateng, when my time comes, don’t hold such a grand banquet. Just look at these people here for drinks—I feel so stifled inside."

Indeed, it wasn’t their own loved ones who’d passed. They might not feel so sorrowful about it, but at the very least, they shouldn’t be so blatantly carefree, laughing and playing at a funeral banquet hosted by a grieving family. For the bereaved family, such behavior was no less than rubbing salt into their wounds.