Rebirth of the rich and powerful daughter of the embroidered daughter

Ye Junxin sighed, the sadness on his brows couldn't be concealed.

Thinking that she and Granny Yingyue had been dependent on each other for more than ten years, and that she had treated Granny Yingyue as a mother since her mother died young, but now that she passed away suddenly, she just felt empty in her heart and had no sense of belonging.

Biting her lips lightly, Ye Junxin smiled bitterly, looked at Qing Huan in a blink of an eye and asked quietly, "Grandma Yingyue will definitely not suffer from illnesses in another world."

"No, Granny Yingyue is so kind, how can people who go to heaven suffer?" Qing Huan shook her hand lightly, patted her hand twice, and told her earnestly, "Eat something, You haven't eaten properly for three days, and you're in such a bad mood, we'll all be worried about you."

Ye Junxin looked at her in astonishment, a little overwhelmed.

Looking at her inexplicably, Ye Junxin opened his arms and hugged her solemnly, "Qing Huan, thank you, thank you for being with me so much."

"Fool, we are one family, and everyone in Jinxiu Xiuzhuang will accompany you." Although Qing Huan's tone was gentle, there was a sly gleam in his eyes.

Ye Junxin didn't speak, his eyelashes trembled violently, his eyes staring not far away gradually became distracted, and his mind went blank.

"Hey, eat some." After a long time, Qing Huan gently pushed her away, and gave her the bowl of rice.

Ye Junxin stared at the bowl of rice for about ten seconds, then suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

She pursed her lips embarrassingly, and she reached out to take it.

Seeing her start to chew slowly, Qing Huan nodded slightly, smiled and said in relief, "Seeing that you are willing to eat, I am relieved."

Patting her shoulder lightly, Qing Huan walked past quietly.

Picking up a piece of braised fish, Ye Junxin was about to put it in the mouth, but various images of her and Granny Yingyue flashed through her mind, her nose sore, and her eyes quickly mist.

"Grandma Yingyue...I miss you..." Ye Junxin choked up suddenly, biting her lip hard to control her emotions.

"How? Is Jun Xin willing to eat?"

Seeing Qing Huan walk out of the room, other people in Xiuzhuang quickly surrounded her and asked her.

Qing Huan nodded, and said to them as they walked, "Grandma Yingyue loved Jun Xin the most when she was alive. Now that she is gone, Jun Xin must be very sad. Let's spend more time with her."

"Hey."

After hearing Qing Huan's words, someone immediately sighed.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say for a while.

Not long after, Ye Junxin walked out of the room with a heavy face, seeing them all sitting in the hall thoughtfully, Ye Junxin frowned, and suddenly forced out a smile.

"What's wrong? All of you..."

Qing Huan pursed her lower lip lightly, stepped forward to take her hand quickly, and comforted her with an uneasy expression, "Jun Xin, we are fine, we are just... just very worried about you."

Ye Junxin looked at them with mixed feelings in his heart.

She has stayed in Jinxiu Zhuang for more than ten years, and has formed a deep friendship with many people in the Xiuzhuang. She naturally appreciates their concern for her.

It's just that when she thinks that Granny Yingyue is gone from the embroidery village, she always feels that she lacks some soul. Even if she will manage the embroidery village in place of Granny Yingyue, Qing Huan, as a senior sister, will definitely go through fire and water, but she still feels as if she has changed. tasted.

She raised her hand and pulled the hem of her clothes slightly, her eyes involuntarily stopped on Qing Huan.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to speak in a calm tone, "Qing Huan, Granny Yingyue's funeral..."

Before Ye Junxin finished speaking, Qing Huan understood, looked around everyone, and said quietly, "Let's discuss the funeral together and see what to do."

"I remember Grandma Yingyue said before that if she dies, give her a small garden so that she can look at the flowers every day."

"Oh, now we're talking about the funeral. The garden you mentioned is off topic."

"Let's keep everything simple. Grandma Yingyue hated extravagance and waste the most during her lifetime. I think she will be happy if I keep it simple."

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Everyone chattered and looked at Ye Junxin in unison while talking.

Now that she is the owner of Jinxiuxiu Manor, it is natural that she should decide on Granny Yingyue's funeral.

Ye Junxin's gaze deepened a little, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

"Grandma Yingyue likes simplicity, and keeping it simple will indeed be more in line with her ideas."

"However, I remember Grandma Yingyue once said that people should live in a simple way when they are alive, but they should enjoy the last journey of life. This funeral, why don't you spend more money to make it better, not too much?" It's shabby." Qing Huan's opinion is completely different from hers, and also runs counter to Granny Yingyue's consistent philosophy.

Hearing this, Ye Junxin turned to look at her, a complex dark light flashed quickly in his eyes.

Dazed, Ye Junxin's eyes slowly averted, and his voice was a little cold, "Grandma Yingyue's will did not specify how the funeral will be held. I think she should want to keep it simple. Let's not waste it. Money should be put to good use.”

"This is the reality. Granny Yingyue is the founder of Jinxiu Embroidery Village. She has led the Embroidery Village to develop for decades. Now that she is gone, how can the funeral be casual? If outsiders see it, how will they gossip? With those media, how would they speculate?" Qing Huan always disagreed with keeping the funeral ceremony simple, and the words and phrases attracted many people's hesitation.

"Our Splendid Embroidery Village has been keeping a low profile over the years. Now that Granny Yingyue has died of illness, if we are still so low-key, how will our Splendid Embroidery Village survive in the future? Granny Yingyue is a famous brand. If she is gone, there will be fewer embroidery farms. Some souls, we have to work very hard to maintain the original appearance, so..."

"So you think it should be high-profile? There should be pomp and pomp at the funeral?" Ye Junxin asked quietly from the side, a rare look of contempt appeared on her clear and beautiful face.

"What about you? What do you all think?" Qing Huan felt a little resentful, and she firmly disagreed with keeping it simple.

She knew that Ye Rou was helping her, and now she was planning to take advantage of Granny Yingyue's funeral to make trouble, the more high-profile the better for her, she would never agree to low-key handling.

When asked by Qing Huan, they were taken aback for a while, and then took a sneak peek at Ye Junxin.

Qing Huan looked at Ye Junxin bitterly, and suddenly burst into tears, "Jun Xin, I know our starting point is the same, but Granny Yingyue was so simple when she was alive, and now that she is gone, are we really Do you want her funeral to be so disgraceful? I want her to leave this world with dignity."

Qing Huan started to cry and cry, staring at her pleadingly.

Her words are undoubtedly a stone thrown into a calm lake, it can be said that a stone stirs up a thousand waves.

At first, everyone was still hesitant, but because of Qing Huan's words, everyone began to lean towards her.

"Jun Xin, actually think about it, what Qing Huan said makes a lot of sense."

"That's right, Grandma Yingyue has never enjoyed simplicity in her life. Is the funeral still so simple now?"

"It's also a good thing to spend some money to make things better and let her say goodbye with dignity."

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