Chapter 316

"What?" an untimely voice sounded in the silent cemetery, "pregnant?"

A stone stirred thousands of waves, and the cemetery became noisy for a moment.

Everyone stared at Ji Xinqing's belly strangely.

The young master of the Tang family has never had an affair in the past 30 years. Unexpectedly, today's news is like an explosive headline.

The young master of the Tang family, who always has a pure heart and few desires, not only has a woman, but also she is pregnant!

For a time, their thoughtful eyes fell on Ji Xinqing.

However, compared with the shock of others in the cemetery, the old man's reaction was much calmer.

"HMM." he scanned Ji Xinqing up and down, and the old man snorted heavily.

Ji Xinqing unconsciously frowned. The old man in front of her seemed to dislike her very much.

However, since Tang Jinyao called his grandpa... Ji Xinqing smiled politely without showing the slightest fear, "Hello, Mr. Tang."

Hearing Ji Xinqing's gentle voice, the old man narrowed his eyes, raised his eyelids again and glanced at Ji Xinqing.

Smiling, her curved eyebrows and eyes were clear and bright. The gauze on her head not only did not weaken her beauty, but added a bit of unique morbid beauty.

It is undeniable that Ji Xinqing is a typical Chinese classical beauty with a gentle and beautiful classical temperament.

However... The bottom of the old man's eyes still flashed a trace of unhappiness, which could make his grandson resist his woman again and again. His eyes sank. The old man looked at Tang Jinyao, with a trace of deterrence in his old voice, "Xiao Si, today is Xiao Wu's funeral. What do you bring this outsider in for?"

Tang Jinyao glanced faintly at the group of people watching the good play behind the old man. He again found Ji Xinqing's hand and held it tightly, "she has been pregnant with my child and nurtured the next generation of the Tang family. Grandpa, she has this qualification and identity."

His voice was faint, without the slightest emotion.

Is he... Supporting her?

Thinking of this guess, somehow, Ji Xinqing's heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.

I couldn't help but look up. Ji Xinqing was right at the bottom of the man's dark eyes. It was like there was no bottom.

She really couldn't understand him more and more. Ji Xinqing quickly lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The old man sighed heavily and shook his head reluctantly, but he didn't go on about whether Ji Xinqing was qualified to attend the funeral of Xiao Wu after all.

At this time, the servant standing not far away came over with a tray containing several Baihe.

Tang Jinyao's hands were a little stiff. He still took two from the tray. One was held by himself and the other was given to Ji Xinqing.

"Let's go." Tang Jinyao took Ji Xinqing behind the old man.

Ji Xinqing stood very close to the black wooden coffin.

Looking at the small wooden coffin, Ji Xinqing can think of Xiao Wu lying inside and sleeping quietly.

Ji Xinqing's eyes again showed astringent pain and tried to hold her head up. She seemed to see Xiao Wu's smiling face again

At this moment, behind Ji Xinqing, a long distance away from her, Gu Yuling is staring at her back, which seems to spit poison. She really wants to poke a big hole in Ji Xinqing.

The priest announced that Tang Huaishu's burial time had come. For a time, the cemetery, which was still noisy, was completely quiet.

As the mysterious adopted son of the Tang family, Tang Huaishu hasn't appeared in public in recent years, but he can be buried in the private cemetery of the Tang family after his death. It can be seen that Tang Huaishu's status is not generally high.

Those who attended the funeral were all dignitaries in the upper aristocratic circle. This time, it was enough to give Tang Huaishu face.

Soon, everyone stood quietly around the coffin, and the priest stood in front of the tombstone to pray for Tang Huaishu.

After the prayer, the small black wooden coffin was lifted up by a machine, and then fell steadily into a huge pit behind the tombstone.

The burial method of the Tang family has always been earth burial.

Even with the changes of the times over the years, the Tang family with a long history still hasn't changed this old rule.

Looking at the huge pit being filled with soil little by little, Ji Xinqing squeezed the flowers in her hand uncontrollably.

If she agreed to Xiao Wu's request that night

If she didn't ruthlessly abandon Xiao Wu and lock him in the car

However, in this world, the cheapest is if, and the most expensive is if.

Ji Xinqing bit her lips and tears fell one by one.

It's not that she's not strong enough. She just thinks of Xiao Wu's tragic death. Ji Xinqing feels that her heart seems to be strangled by a big hand. It hurts her a little hard to breathe.

Gu Yuling... Ji Xinqing's eyes gradually shrouded in a layer of black.

His hand was suddenly pulled twice. Ji Xinqing realized that he was distracted. He quickly raised his arm and wiped his small face carelessly. Then he choked and explained, "the wind is strong and my eyes hurt."

Tang Jinyao still held her tightly, looked straight ahead, looked at the black wooden coffin surrounded by soil, and the color at the bottom of his eyes became lighter and lighter.

"Don't cry," he said suddenly.

Ji Xinqing's breath suddenly stagnated. The tip of his nose was sour, but he quickly lowered his head and explained, "you read wrong, I didn't cry."

"Xiao Wu, he... Just let's go to accompany Xiao Lanshan first," the ethereal voice sounded in Ji Xinqing's ear. "Xiao Wu has always liked Xiao Lanshan. He should be very happy if he can accompany Xiao Lanshan."

Ji Xinqing stared at her toes and tears almost dazzled her eyes.

"I know."

"So, don't cry. Let Xiao Wu leave here at ease to accompany Xiao Langshan."

She bit her lip and almost bit out a blood mark. Ji Xinqing smelled the salty and fishy taste in her mouth, but she didn't speak.

"Let's go and give Xiao Wu the last ride." Tang Jinyao led Ji Xinqing to the wooden coffin.

Bending down, Ji Xinqing almost trembled and put the lily in his hand in front of the wooden coffin.

When she got up, Ji Xinqing suddenly felt dizzy in her head. Her body was almost unstable. Fortunately, Tang Jinyao helped her in time.

It's hard for Tang Jinyao to believe that she is the murderer of Xiao Wu

He took Ji Xinqing aside and watched those who came to see him off send the flowers to the wooden coffin one by one until they were piled into a sea of flowers, and the wooden coffin was completely covered by soil.

The cold wind blew and scattered the flowers on the ground.

On the tombstone, the black-and-white photo of a little boy is very conspicuous.

"Excuse me, sir."

"Please forgive me."

……

After a few polite words of comfort, the people who came to see them off also left one by one.

In such a large cemetery, there were only a few people left soon.

Soon, after the guests left one after another, the reporters around the cemetery knew they couldn't find the exclusive news, and they all left in groups in twos and threes.