CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 451: HE DOESN’T NEED YOU (PART 1)

Tang Yanqi did not leave; she stayed in the lounge next to the hall where Sheng Jiayu was resting. She’s not superstitious, so she’s not afraid of such places, nor does she feel unlucky. She simply has nowhere else to go.

Being here, with the old man who had a private bond with her yet took great care of her, was quite nice.

Sheng Jiayu pulled out a cigarette from her pocket, held it in her mouth, but didn’t light it; she just kept it there.

After a long while, she glanced at Tang Yanqi, "You don’t have to blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you; life and death, it’s all about fate."

Tang Yanqi calmly glanced at Sheng Jiayu. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with an undeniable sadness, and yet she was comforting her.

"You’re not blaming me?"

Sheng Jiayu tugged at the corner of her mouth, "To be honest, a little. After all, if you had been a bit more careful, perhaps... But actually, there’s no ’perhaps.’ Grandpa already knew his time was near. Honestly, each time I watched him in agony from the cancer, I wished for him to find peace sooner. At least that way, he wouldn’t have to suffer from the disease anymore."

As Sheng Jiayu spoke, she removed the cigarette from her mouth, playing with it between her fingers, "But emotionally, I can’t accept it. Grandpa was there; I would go back to the Sheng Family a few times. Without Grandpa, the Sheng Family doesn’t mean much to me anymore."

"And what about Sheng Jianan?"

Almost instinctively, Tang Yanqi asked the question directly. Sheng Jiayu glanced at her, then continued, "My relationship with Jianan is different from typical siblings. We are blood-related, but actually, we are more like friends. As for family ties... there’s not actually much to speak of."

As they talked, they gradually fell into silence. After a while, Sheng Jiayu spoke again, "By the way, you need to be prepared. I think when Jianan comes back, he might also vent his anger on you, just like us. In the Sheng Family, he had the closest and deepest emotional bond with Grandpa. People tend to be irrational in grief, so I hope you understand."

Tang Yanqi didn’t expect Sheng Jiayu to speak so candidly. She nodded, "I understand."

"You need to hold on. If Jianan collapses, the Sheng Family will fall into chaos. I think the only one who can still give him some support is you."

Whether it’s Sheng Jiayu’s calm and composed demeanor or the sense of experience she always gives off, her words finally brought a touch of warmth to Tang Yanqi’s heart.

Can she comfort Sheng Jianan?

Can she be a solace for Sheng Jianan?

If Sheng Jiayu says it’s possible, it should be possible.

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The news of Mr. Sheng’s passing was not publicly announced by the Sheng Family. However, due to the suddenness of the event, they couldn’t keep it completely under wraps, and quite a bit of information leaked out, including the fact that when the elder passed away, the Sheng Family’s granddaughter-in-law was at home, yet completely unaware.

Good news travels slowly, while bad news travels fast.

Once these rumors spread, countless versions emerged.

Sheng Jianan returned to B City at around seven o’clock the next morning. Almost as soon as he got off the plane, he headed straight to the funeral home.

The Sheng Family was already there, along with some of Mr. Sheng’s friends. According to the plan, the cremation was scheduled for noon that day.

With the Sheng Family present, Tang Yanqi was pushed to a secluded corner. From a distance, she could only see that tall figure, taking extremely difficult steps, one by one, climbing the steps and walking into the hall.

No one went in to disturb him, leaving Sheng Jianan alone inside.