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When Yin Qinghuan arrived at the cemetery, the first person she saw was Gu Wenliu and Shiyan.

The couple stood outside the cemetery, sometimes clutching their stomachs, as if their child had kicked her. The pain was excruciating.

"Come with me to the hospital."

"It just kicked me once. It's fine."

At a time like today, Qian Jin definitely wouldn't leave. Wasn't it just the movement of the child?

"Director Gu, it's a good opportunity."

Yin Qing walked happily towards the two of them, her lips curled up into a warm smile. Shi Qian thought to himself, "Why does Qing Huan have to keep her heart in suspense? It's really frustrating to participate in a funeral like this."

However, Gu Wen Liu narrowed his eyes. With an unfriendly tone, he asked, "Yin Qinghuan, why are you here?"

The woman paused. This question had really troubled her.

Was it written that she couldn't come to the funeral?

Shidi glared at his husband with a 'who cares if he comes or not' expression. "Qi Yan Shang can come, but can't others come?" In his eyes, the person who should not have come to this funeral was Qi Yan Shang!

A trace of sadness flashed across Yin Qinghuan's eyes when she heard that person's name.

Well, it was inevitable that he would have to meet that person again.

To be honest, she really did not want to see Qi Yan. She did not want to see Qi Yan at all. She believed that the man was the same.

Yi Chen had arrived early. There were also some old friends who were related to Father Qiao who came to pay their respects. They brought a white flower in front of the tombstone for the deceased, allowing her to walk with peace of mind.

Yin Qinghuan stood in the crowd and saw Father Qiao standing at the very front. Even if it was just his back, it was still desolate. The servant and Joanne were always by his side, afraid that the old man would fall down just like that.

A tall man in a black suit stood to the side. He stared at the tombstone with a narrow and deep gaze. It was as if everything in his eyes was dark and gloomy. Sometimes Joanne tried to speak to him, but he ignored her, let alone responded.

Shi Qian naturally couldn't bear to see Joanna like that. Was there a mistake? This was at her sister's funeral. Shouldn't she have ignored such a heartless and unfaithful man? How could she have comforted him?

When Yin Qinghuan stepped forward to present the flowers, she looked at the photo on the tombstone. It truly wasn't easy to finally give 'her' incomplete body a place to rest.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Yan Shang. He wasn't looking at him, but Joanne, who was standing beside him, was looking at him with a gaze filled with hatred.

The woman only felt cold and bitter. She really hoped that one day, Joanne would be able to experience all the pain that she had experienced. He was so content with taking care of his sister's affairs. He really wasn't afraid that retribution would befall her.

Yin Qinghuan walked over to the old man. His temples had turned white as if he hadn't slept in a long time. His eyes were sunken in and there were tears welling up in the corners of his red and swollen eyes.

"Uncle Qiao, my condolences."

Who would know the pain in her heart when she said those words? She was an unfilial daughter, and the only thing she felt sorry for was her father.

When Yi Chen placed the white flower on the tombstone, she pretended to be indifferent. However, a hint of bitterness flashed across her eyes, causing tears to appear in the corner of her eyes.

Looking at the person's name on the tombstone, she thought about the time she entered ST.

She had always had a bad personality. When she entered the design department as an assistant, she didn't get along with her colleagues at all. She was alone in the office, sorting out papers and eating bread.

"It's not good for you to keep eating bread."

At that time, the first words that Qiao Yonuo said to her were like this, right?

"Drink some porridge. This will be better for your health."

Looking at the bowl of porridge the woman passed over, she shook her head and said, "Designer Qiao, thank you for your kind intentions, but I'm used to eating like this."

That was the first time she had spoken to Qiao Yino. She was not nervous, nor did she regard him as someone untouchable high above her.

At this moment, that person's name was clearly written on the tombstone. She no longer had any heat, and instead became a box of ashes that had been buried here for a long time.

After following you around for so many years, you've taught me a lot. You're the first and only person who understands my design philosophy.

Thank you for your many years of cultivation.

In a corner of the cemetery, he glanced around. Some of them had already left, while others had come to pay their respects and were saying their goodbyes to Father Qiao.

"Are you all right?"

she whispered, patting the woman on the shoulder.

Yin Qinghuan turned her gaze away from Father Qiao and slowly nodded. "It's fine."

"Right, about the resuming of the exam competition, has Gu Wenliu agreed yet?"

Yi Chen had also arrived today. Yin Qinghuan hoped that Shi Qing would be able to keep her. She hoped that Yi Chen would be able to return to ST tomorrow to take part in the assessment.

"Not yet."

Shi Qian was also troubled by this matter, mainly because her previous attitude towards it was firmly opposed and she had always wanted to cancel it.

But now, when it was cancelled, she wanted Gu Wenliu to continue selecting candidates and find someone to replace Qiao Yonuo. This is not... Was it contradictory?

That fellow was her husband, how could he not understand her personality? He never thought that she would be a righteous woman, for the sake of the company, for the sake of the future international jewellery competition … These words didn't seem like they were from her.

"Could this be the meaning of the Director?"

Gu Wenliu had cancelled the assessment because it concerned the future development of ST. How could he not have informed Qi Yan? Maybe it was what the man meant.

Yin Qinghuan shook her head as she cast a sidelong glance at the man standing not far away. He had been standing beside the tombstone the entire time and hadn't moved for almost two hours now. This was the first time he had seen Qi Yan Shang in such a defeated state.

His eyes were devoid of light, and he seemed to be looking down on everyone else. It was as if … Whatever in this world he cared about, no matter what Joanne said at his side, he did not respond.

He seemed to be thinking, quietly standing there, accompanying that person.

"Do you want to go over and talk to him?" Shi Qian followed the woman's gaze and asked.

Qi Yan Shang's behavior during this period of time, how could one explain it? Perhaps, only those who knew how to treasure loss would know how to treasure it.

"There's nothing to say."

Yin Qinghuan lowered her eyes. Her red lips curled up into a faint, bitter smile. What kind of status did she have to speak to Qi Yan Shang?

If it was Qiao Yino's identity, then there was nothing more to say between her and him. 'she' was a dead person, and dead people would not speak again.

However, with Yin Qinghuan's identity … Even if she didn't say anything, he would still tell her to scram.

Shi Qian was about to say something else when she saw the beautiful figure walking towards the two of them.

"Your sister is here."

Yin Qinghuan furrowed her brows and turned around to see Joanna walking over. In the end, the corner of her mouth was plated with a mocking smile, "She's not worthy."

Joanne was not worthy of being her sister or her father's daughter.

It was obvious that they shared the same bloodline, but there were some people who thought in such a vicious manner that they only wished to harm others in exchange for their own benefits.

"Special assistance at the right time. Director Gu is looking for you." The smile at the corner of Joanne's mouth seemed polite, but why did it feel like she was so heartless?

At his sister's funeral, was it really good to laugh so happily?

And just now, Joanne's eyes had been growing on Qi Yan Shang's body, making it hard for people not to see through her thoughts.

"I'll head over first." Shi-shuang has never liked Joanne, she used to say to Yo-Nuo. Your sister looks like those white lotuses in the TV series, and the more obedient she is, the more I think she's scheming.

After ShiYan left, Joanna strode over to Yin Qinghuan's side. There was no one else here, only the two of them. The woman had a cold smile on her face. Her brother had killed someone, but her sister could pretend nothing had happened. She came to pay her respects. "You actually dare to come."

"If you dare, why wouldn't I dare?"

"You …" Joanne clenched her teeth and glared at them. She glanced around and suppressed the anger in her heart as she sneered, "When did you have a good relationship with Shizhuang? If I remember correctly, you were her husband's secret lover before."

Yin Qinghuan completely ignored the woman's sarcastic remarks. Her gaze was still fixated on the man in the distance. The funeral was already over, why hadn't he left yet?

Noticing that Yin Qinghuan's gaze was directed at Qi Yan Shang, Joanna stepped forward and blocked her sight. With a cold glint in her eyes, she said, "Yin Qinghuan, he doesn't have any thoughts about you. Don't look at anything that doesn't belong to you."

Something? So this was Qi Yan Shang. Then, who exactly did this thing belong to?

"But I see, there's only that tombstone in his eyes right now."

"Shut up!"

Looking at Joanne who was clenching her hands due to her excitement, Yin Qinghuan gave a smile that was not a smile. She was a pitiful woman.

In the past, he couldn't compare to Qiao Yino who was still alive in every aspect. But now, he finally found out that that person was no longer in this world … However, it was still inferior to a cold tombstone.

Qiao Yonuo had once loved a lowly person. Could it be that the current Joanne was not humble at all?

The people who were to be mourned all left one by one. Soon, only a few people remained in the cemetery.

Father Qiao walked towards them. The crutches in his hands were trembling, and as he descended the steps, his steps were slow and heavy. When Yin Qinghuan saw this, she moved forward to support him. However, she was pulled back by Qiao Annie.

"Dad, you be careful." Joanne glared fiercely at Yin Qinghuan as she spoke. Then, she supported her father and left the cemetery.

As the night descended, there was no one left in the cemetery. It was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing through the trees could be heard.

She didn't leave, but walked up to the tombstone once more and cast a sidelong glance at the man who remained standing in his original spot, unmoved. How long was he going to stand there? Could it be that he was going to spend the night here?

"Director Qi, he's finished his performance. Has he finished his acting?"