CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: HE DOESN’T NEED YOU (PART 2)

Tang Yanqi couldn’t see Sheng Jianan’s expression, but she could imagine how heartbroken that man must be at this moment.

Without a second thought, Tang Yanqi stepped forward to walk towards him, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"You..."

She turned to meet Shen Yao’s gaze, and frowned as Shen Yao let out a cold laugh: "What face do you have to go in? What face do you have to see Jianan, Tang Yanqi, do you have any sense of shame?"

As soon as Shen Yao finished speaking, Mrs. Sheng had already walked over, not even glancing at Tang Yanqi: "Yaoyao, Jianan is calling you."

It wasn’t Shen Yao’s insults that truly hurt Tang Yanqi, but rather Mrs. Sheng’s words, "Jianan is calling you."

She watched as Shen Yao released her hand and walked into the placement hall, the crowd making way for Shen Yao to enter smoothly, allowing Tang Yanqi a clear view of the two people inside.

A tall, handsome figure, looking travel-worn, was kneeling on a prayer mat, his forehead against the incense table. Shen Yao knelt beside him, both dressed in black. Despite the sorrowful and solemn appearance, they oddly matched.

Tang Yanqi clearly felt something inside her heart slipping away.

With Mr. Sheng’s sudden passing, how could she not be grieving? Tang Yanqi might be aloof, might be slow to warm, but she is a person of flesh and blood, and she cherished those who treated her well.

But here, it seemed that everyone immersed in grief thought she was unfeeling, and no one ever paid her any mind. Even when they spoke to her, it was either straight-up insults or cold sarcasm.

A whole night without sleep and not a drop of water taken in, Tang Yanqi’s frail body finally couldn’t withstand the cold wind anymore, and she blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself alone in the resting room next to the placement hall. There was not a soul around, and Tang Yanqi quickly sat up and hurried outside, only to find the crowd that was there before had dispersed, and the crystal coffin in the placement hall was gone as well.

Without another word, Tang Yanqi rushed to the crematorium. Everyone crowded into a small room, and Tang Yanqi saw, with Mr. Sheng’s body slowly being pushed forward, Sheng Jianan’s tall figure collapsed heavily onto the ground, a frail body holding his head in an embrace.

The man kneeling on the ground also reached out, slowly embracing the other’s waist.

In the small room, cries rose and fell. In the cold wind, Tang Yanqi didn’t shed tears, but her heart wept in their place.

At the end of life, one turns into mere bones. The senior who loved her, pampered her, protected her, has ascended to the heavens, completely disappearing from this world.

From the funeral parlor back to the city, Tang Yanqi rode in Sheng Jiayu’s car. At the entrance of the Sheng Family’s home, Mr. Sheng stopped her outside, not letting her in.

"Do you want me to take you inside?"

Sheng Jiayu originally didn’t want to come to the Sheng Family, but seeing Tang Yanqi’s state, she had brought her here.

Tang Yanqi shook her head: "No need, thank you."

Sheng Jiayu reached out and patted her shoulder: "Alright then, take care of yourself."

Sheng Jianan locked himself in his room, forbidding anyone to disturb him. Outside, Tang Yanqi stood at the entrance of the Sheng Family’s old house, wearing the coat that Sheng Jiayu had left for her before leaving.

At first, there was still a maid who came to persuade her to leave, but later, no one cared until night fell. Only then did Mrs. Sheng come out and upon seeing Tang Yanqi, she brought her inside, just to the study on the first floor.