CHAPTER 450: CHAPTER 450: THIS WINTER IS REALLY COLD (PART 10)

In the best resting hall of the funeral home, surrounded by fresh flowers, the elegy has been sung over and over, and everyone who came upon receiving the news couldn’t help but cry their eyes out, the chaos never ceasing for a moment.

Only Tang Yanqi stood alone outside the hall, the Sheng Family wouldn’t allow her inside.

When she left the Sheng Family, she had only a thin sweater on her, far too little for the current weather.

The sky had already darkened, and at some point, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Many people came in and out of the hall, yet none paid any attention to her.

Tang Yanqi looked up at the sky, wondering if now, Sheng Jianan was flying up there.

The harsh words of Mr. Sheng still lingered in her ears, along with the angry expressions of the others as they looked at her — and what about Sheng Jianan?

If he comes back, will he also blame her like this?

This winter is so cold...

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Mr. Sheng wasn’t Mr. Sheng’s most favored son, but he was his only child. The father and son appeared distant, yet blood is thicker than water. The sudden upheaval made Mr. Sheng, already a weak man, lose all ability to think.

Seeing Tang Yanqi made him want to strangle her on the spot. Mrs. Sheng, with red eyes, said to Shen Yao beside her, "Yaoyao, help your uncle into the car."

After speaking, Mrs. Sheng walked towards Tang Yanqi.

With Sheng Jianan not present, Sheng Jiayu, as the only one of the grandchildren, stayed to keep vigil while the others were leaving. Mrs. Sheng stopped in front of Tang Yanqi and draped a piece of clothing around her shoulders.

"Tang Yanqi, don’t just stand here anymore. Even if this isn’t your fault, we still can’t forgive you. If you’d been more considerate, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. You know very well how Sheng Jianan felt about his grandfather. When he comes back, he won’t want to see you either."

Tang Yanqi looked at Mrs. Sheng calmly. To be honest, everything still felt unreal to her even now.

"There’s no need for you to look at me like that. Before, I wanted to drive you away because you weren’t worthy of Jianan. But now, I won’t try to drive you away, yet what have you done to yourself? Do you think you still have the face to stay here?"

Tang Yanqi continued to look at Mrs. Sheng calmly. With a dry throat, she finally spoke, "I will stay here unless he comes to drive me away."

"You... take care of yourself."

Mrs. Sheng turned and left, while Tang Yanqi remained standing quietly in her original spot, alone. What she was thinking about, nobody knew.

Apart from wondering if Sheng Jianan would blame her like the others, Tang Yanqi was more concerned about how Sheng Jianan would cope with this sudden change.

She had clearly seen how close he and Mr. Sheng were. How could he accept the scene before him?

Thinking of Sheng Jianan’s pained expression, Tang Yanqi felt her heart completely torn apart.

She didn’t dare to think about it and was even more afraid to look.

When everyone else had left and only Sheng Jiayu was left in the resting hall, Tang Yanqi was finally allowed to enter.

Sheng Jiayu’s eyes were swollen red, the commanding presence she usually carried was completely absent.

Mr. Sheng was placed inside the crystal coffin, his face already made up, looking so lifelike. Tang Yanqi couldn’t stop her tears from falling, her heart not made of iron after all, she couldn’t help but feel sorrow for this elder who was so kind to her.

Sheng Jiayu handed her a tissue, "After you’ve seen him, either go back or rest to the side."