Chapter 152: Meeting the Future Mother-in-Law, Jiang Ruxue is Actually Attracted to Her Son-in-Law (Part )

From Qishui County to Lanjing, it is not too far. We hurried along the way and finally arrived at the destination before dusk.

When Chen Yuan woke up, his neck felt numb, as if it would break if he turned his head.

No matter how luxurious the car is, it is not as comfortable as a bed.

"Awake?" Jiang Zhengfeng was originally resting with his eyes closed. After hearing the movement beside him, he took out a bottle of water and handed it to Chen Yuan.

"Uh-huh."

Chen Yuan unscrewed the bottle cap and looked out the window.

I was still on the highway when I fell asleep, and now, the night view of Beijing can be seen outside the window.

This incident happened too suddenly. He didn't expect that it would come back again just two days later.

"Where are we going now? Go directly to that elder's house?"

"No, you won't be dressed like that. You need to look more formal when attending a funeral. I ordered clothes for you in advance. They should have been delivered to the hotel by now. You can change into them later."

"Why send me to a hotel? You can stay at my place when you come to Lanjing, so you don't have to waste money."

"It's okay. Staying in a hotel is free. It's run by a friend, and the house I bought for you is your private space." Jiang Zhengfeng smiled faintly, and there seemed to be no sadness on his face for the upcoming funeral.

Maybe it’s at his age, or at his status.

Whether I'm sad or happy, I try not to show it on my face. It has become a habit.

At least, in Chen Yuan's memory, Jiang Zhengfeng has always been this plain.

Apart from frowns and smiles, there are not many other expressions.

Even though he had already arrived in Lanjing, he still didn't say who his deceased friend was. When they were having dinner at home, he only mentioned that he was a very important person.

Chen Yuan must come.

It is difficult to disobey his father's orders. Sometimes Chen Yuan feels that these high-ranking people at a certain level are quite strange, and he also has to follow them to mourn a stranger he doesn't know.

Is it for the sake of looking good?
As Chen Yuan was thinking, the car had already arrived downstairs of the hotel.

He was wearing his usual down jacket and black jeans. Even the driver was dressed more formally than him.

After changing clothes, I looked more presentable.

The suit that Jiang Zhengfeng ordered for him was surprisingly well-fitting and a very deep pure black color, which gave people a solemn feeling at first glance.

"It's still missing a white flower. I don't need to be so particular. You don't have to care even if you're my son... Never mind. Just use a handkerchief instead."

Jiang Zhengfeng took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, folded it slightly, then pulled Chen Yuan over and stuffed it into his chest pocket.

In traditional Chinese culture, funeral procedures are even more complicated and strict than weddings.

This is a kind of respect for the deceased, rooted in thousands of years, and even though it has been simplified countless times, there are still many details to pay attention to.

For too many people, their first awareness of the seriousness of life often begins with the death of a loved one.

Chen Yuan had never been so formal before. He looked down at his shorter father adjusting the position of his handkerchief properly, and felt a little confused for a moment.

"Okay, that's it. You don't need to say too much when you get there. Just do whatever I tell you to do. I know you don't like tedious things. Just stay for an hour."

"I am okay."

"That's good."

Jiang Zhengfeng patted his son's shoulder and walked in front of him.

The father and son then rushed to their destination.

……

Chen Yuan had never seen such an exaggerated funeral scene. To be precise, he had never seen it even in film and television works.

People often say that reality is more absurd than drama, and this is absolutely true.

He got off the car at a small villa built around a lake and was completely stunned. Pure white petals were scattered from the bright front door, and candles and wreaths were lit everywhere on both sides. The swaying lights were connected in the dim night. There were countless small round tables on the green grass, and elegiac couplets were placed on them.

The serious and silent atmosphere hit him almost from the first step he took onto the grass.

No one spoke. A group of middle-aged people standing nearby bowed their heads in silence, and no one looked up at the guests who had arrived.

Everyone was dressed in black, but with a striking touch of white.

He followed Jiang Zhengfeng forward and couldn't help looking around. He vaguely saw a name on each elegiac couplet.

Walking into the main hall, there is a photo of an old man placed in the center of a huge white flower bed.

He stared ahead kindly, his body slightly hunched, his weathered old face full of wrinkles.

"Uncle Jiang, you are here."

At the door, there was a young man in his thirties with tears in the corners of his eyes. When he saw Jiang Zhengfeng, he hurriedly bowed his head to greet him, but his expression was indescribably sad.

Apparently, he should be a blood relative of the deceased.

"It's a little late, but fortunately not too late."

"Then you go in first."

"Well...my condolences."

Jiang Zhengfeng took a step forward, keeping a very subtle distance from Chen Yuan in the corridor.

"The deceased was my teacher, a famous professor of finance both at home and abroad. I stayed with him for several years..." He said silently, "I believe you have seen the elegiac couplets written outside. They were all left by his students."

"I see." Chen Yuan felt inexplicably heavy.

"He taught countless students throughout his life, published several books, and had a legendary life. But in the end, he chose to retire in Lanjing...Xiaoyuan, there are almost no people in the world who are not related to you but are good to you. I have always felt this way, but my teacher is very good to me."

A rare look of sadness appeared on Jiang Zhengfeng's face.

"dad……"

"The reason I brought you here is because the teacher helped me a lot in finding your whereabouts. Without him, I might not have met you until now... It is said that a teacher is a father for life. I lost my father when I was seven years old. When we burn incense later... you can call him grandpa."

Chen Yuan was stunned. He didn't expect there was such a complicated past.

Although he had never seen this old man before, he felt inexplicably sad.

Especially Jiang Zhengfeng’s words, “I lost my father when I was seven years old,” made him feel suddenly heavy.

Chen Yuan turned his head to look at his biological father, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have never understood Jiang Zhengfeng.

Passing the corridor.

In front of me, there was a crowd of people standing silently.

In the middle there was an oval white flower bed with a coffin on it and a group of men, women, old and young were kneeling beside it.

A low sobbing sound was circulating.

Before Chen Yuan could see clearly, a strange cry suddenly rang out, sounding like a dialect from some place.

"Jiang Zhengfeng and his son Jiang Yuan are here!"

Then, rows of eyes gathered and they took the initiative to make way.

For a moment, the pressure of all those focused eyes made Chen Yuan freeze.

The kneeling men, women, old and young also turned their heads together, but they did not raise their heads. Instead, they lowered their heads and knelt. An old man standing on the far right came over and handed them a bouquet of flowers.

Jiang Zhengfeng and Chen Yuan took the flowers and walked forward silently to put them down.

The knees also fell to the ground.

The onlookers were stunned. They had never heard that Jiang Zhengfeng had a son.

(End of this chapter)