Chapter 791： Funeral

Mu Zi looked at him in such a rebellious manner, it was not easy to ask, but he was wondering, was it because Murong Cheng was bullied by Mu Er Shao when he was a child?

When she married into Mu's family, Mu Zichuan was already in jail, so she had no idea about the second youngest of Mu's family.

I don't know how he will feel when he sees the completely unrecognizable Mu family after Mu Er Shao is released from prison in the future?

Mu Zi's thoughts were running like wild horses, Murong Cheng put her arms around her and rubbed her into his arms.

"Don't think about it, go to sleep," he said.

Mu Zi found a comfortable position in his arms and closed his eyes.

I didn't sleep for too long this time. At five o'clock in the morning, the hospital called. Mu Rongxuan failed to get through and died.

The New Year is about to usher in, which should have been a happy reunion day, but the Mu family began to organize funerals.

Bai Wei and the housekeeper held the funeral together, and Mu Zi was not idle either, and arranged the mourning hall with Mu Ling. What to order, what to put on flowers, the two young girls are inexperienced, doing and studying, busy ignorantly.

Murong Cheng called his relatives and friends one by one to inform them to come to the funeral.

After everyone arrived, they didn't see Mu Zening and asked, "Where is the Third Young Master?"

"The eldest brother happened to save the third brother. The third brother was irritated. These days he has been locked in the room and can't come out. He didn't even eat much food." Murong Cheng explained in a high-sounding voice.

This reason is barely justified.

It's just that when manpower is needed, not showing up as a younger brother will inevitably make people feel weak, as if they are escaping from reality.

A large group of relatives moved into Mu's house, and they needed people to take care of their food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Mu's house was in a state of chaos for a while, and the fire in the kitchen remained almost 24 hours.

With gritted teeth, Bai Wei moved out of the small foreign building and moved into the front villa to take care of her relatives.

The house is lively, but the funeral atmosphere is missing.

Because no one is crying.

Even Mu Ling, the daughter of Mu Rongxuan, couldn't shed a tear.

It's not that Mu Rongxuan doesn't love his daughter, but his love is more calculating, with obvious utilitarianism.

When Muling became mad, he felt that this daughter was useless and worthless, so he was reluctant to make the slightest investment.

Mu Ling felt sad when her father passed away, but this sadness was far from enough to make her cry.

"Sorrow and change." The relative patted Mu Ling on the shoulder again, as if he wanted to pass on her strong strength.

Mu Ling wondered in a daze: If Mu Yun was there, would she be able to cry?

Mu Rongxuan's body was placed in the mourning hall for three days.

On the day of the funeral, Murong Cheng went upstairs to knock on Mu Zening's door.

Because someone needs to hold the photos of the dead during the funeral, this part of the work is usually done by filial sons and grandchildren.

Mu Zening's eyes showed deep hatred and resentment, "Did you come to see me joke specifically?"

Knowing that he might be Mu Rongxuan's son, and let him do this kind of thing, Mu Zening felt that Murong Cheng was deliberately humiliating him!

Murong Cheng said indifferently: "You don't want to go, don't you let me go? He has only two daughters. One is lying on the hospital bed and can't move, the other is broken and can't hold anything. Someone at home must do this."

Mu Zening eventually went, because he knew that if he didn't go, Murong Cheng would most likely arrange a servant to hold a photo for Mu Rongxuan. Murong Cheng definitely did this kind of thing.

On the day of the funeral, Mu Zening's face was pale, his lips pressed tightly, and there was no expression from beginning to end.

When Mu Zi thought of his situation, he was a little sad.

Murong Cheng was in a good mood. Because the harder Mu Zening suffered, the less he could spare his mind to beat Mu Zi's idea.