Chapter 2307

She didn't realize that Murong Huai was a little excited because of her walking in, but she raised her head in astonishment when she heard his words, "What?"

"It's nothing," Murong Huai laughed at himself, feeling that his actions just now were a bit childish.

In the past, he never regarded women as nothing, but now he is like a young boy who just fell in love, clumsy and a little confused.

Murong Huai was laughing to himself, when Pei Chuan had strode in, holding a brocade cloth bag in his hand, "President, I brought back the urn."

"En." Murong Huai nodded slightly, pointing at Jun Mengyao who was sitting on the sofa with his chin, motioning for Pei Chuan to put the urn in front of her.

Pei Chuan has been with Murong Huai for many years, so he naturally understood what he meant. He immediately put the brocade cloth bag in his hand on the table, and gently opened it, "Miss Jun, this is your father's urn."

The silky brocade cloth was untied, revealing the small urn inside. It was small and cheap, and it was obviously bought randomly at that time.

Jun Mengyao stared blankly at the small box in front of her eyes, tears flooded quietly, blurring her vision, and then rolled down from the corners of her eyes silently.

As long as she can remember, she has lived in the cold Jun family mansion, facing Ding Jia's eyes and Jun Mengyun's beatings.

In her memory, the word mother is very far away from her, it is really just a word.

In her vague memory, there is only a vague face humming a gentle tune beside her, and she can't even remember the melody clearly.

Now the reunion of their mother and daughter is such a scene.

At this time, Mummy, who was supposed to dye her temples with frost, had to live in this old and ugly little box as early as twenty years ago.

Jun Mengyao wept silently, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, she stretched out her hands with difficulty, and finally touched the urn on the table.

She exerted all her strength with her hands, as if she was lifting a heavy weight, her face was as pale as paper from exhaustion.

For Jun Mengyao, this small urn is really heavier than anything she has ever moved.

It didn't press down on her arm, but directly pressed down on her heart, so heavy and airtight that it made her feel so painful that she was about to suffocate.

Even though the table was only half an arm's length away from Jun Mengyao, it seemed like it took her half her life to pick up the urn.

It wasn't until she finally hugged the urn into her arms that she finally called out softly, "Mummy..."

This Mommy Jun Mengyao has been shouting in her heart for more than twenty years, and now it finally comes out of her mouth, but it is a heart-piercing pain.

She looked down at the lines on the urn, tears rolled down her cheeks, her red lips trembled slightly, and she could no longer utter half a syllable.

This is the mother who gave birth to her and raised her, but she didn't even have the chance to repay her.

What she was facing was just a handful of ashes that had been packed in this old box for many years...

Murong Huai looked at Jun Mengyao who was in grief, and couldn't bear to watch.

He walked over directly, hugged Jun Mengyao's shoulder with one hand, and said softly, "Yao'er, the most important thing now is to bury your mommy and daddy together. I think they have been looking forward to this matter many years."

Murong Huai's reminder made Jun Mengyao wake up, yes, her father and mother were so in love with each other, but because of Ding Jia's framing, they died innocently, and they couldn't share the same acupuncture point after death.

They have knowledge under the spring, they must have longed for a reunion, longed for many years, right?

Jun Mengyao took a deep breath, and Murong Huai thoughtfully wiped away the tears on her face.

She nodded slightly to express her gratitude, stood up holding the urn in her arms tightly, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I will send my mommy to the cemetery now, and bury her and daddy together."

Murong Huai shook his head, stopping Jun Mengyao's move.

"No, you can't go there secretly, but hold a grand funeral for your mommy and let her be buried with your daddy." Murong Huai's eyes were extremely bright, "This funeral must be grand and well known throughout the city. "

Jun Mengyao quickly understood the meaning of Murong Huai's words, "You mean, let me justify my mommy's name?"

"That's right," Murong Huai knew. With Jun Mengyao's intelligence, he must have understood what he meant. "Your mommy was slandered as a mistress after her death. This time, everyone must know that she is you." Daddy's true love, and the only real wife!"

Jun Mengyao looked at Murong Huai gratefully, just now she was anxious to let her mommy and daddy be buried together, and it was true that Murong Huai didn't take the long view.

"En! Mummy's name must be rectified, and the criticism and grievances she has suffered over the years must be cleared!" Jun Mengyao nodded heavily, and then sincerely thanked Murong Huai, "Thank you for reminding me just now, I didn't think so much."

"Silly girl, we will be a family from now on, why are you so thankful?" Murong Huai smiled dotingly, and turned to look at Pei Chuan who was beside him, "Arrange a group of media reporters to bring up the old news about Jun's family. Wait until we have enough momentum to reveal the truth of the year, and allow media reporters to attend the funeral."

"Yes." Pei Chuan nodded in response, turned around respectfully and left, but carried out Murong Huai's orders.

Jun Mengyao somewhat disapproved of Murong Huai's approach, "Actually, there is no need to create any publicity on purpose, as long as someone knows that my mommy and daddy really love each other and she is not a mistress, that's enough."

Murong Huai smiled softly, but there was a domineering look in his eyes, "Since I have done it, I will do my best. Your mother has been wronged for so many years, so she shouldn't just be buried in Jun's house so quietly. In this world All true love should not be hidden in the snow! Especially the love they interpret with their lives is more worthy of everyone's praise."

Jun Mengyao was moved by Murong Huai's words, and her impression of him quietly improved, and finally she was no longer a blank expressionless indifference.

She thanked Murong Huai again, "If it wasn't for you this time, I might not be able to find Mommy's urn for a long time. I have to say thank you."

"Okay, since you must thank me, then I will accept it." Murong Huai nodded slightly, then pointed to his cheek with a smirk, "Actually, I think a deep kiss is far more practical than saying thank you."

"..."

Jun Mengyao cast an angry look at Murong Huai, and strode away with the urn in her arms, "I'm going to take Mommy's urn back to the old house. I still need to talk to Grandpa about the joint burial."

Murong Huai followed immediately, "Okay, then I'll go back with you."

"No need, this is our family's private matter after all, grandpa certainly doesn't want people to see him in a mess."

Jun Mengyao sighed, "Actually, although he has never said it these years, I have already read guilt from the way he looked at me. He probably regretted the obstruction back then, but it's done, and I can't regret it any more. Redeem anything."