You brought up the divorce. Why are you crying when your wife is gone?

Bo Zhuo did not refuse me much. Bo Liang was gone, and if Cheng Qiushui also got into trouble, his life would be quite miserable...

After Bo Tiao went to the hospital to send his mother, I took the initiative to take on the responsibility of helping to deal with Bo Liang's funeral. Bo Liang's house was not bought yet, so I found a more reliable one and contacted a Feng Shui Taoist priest to ask him which house would be better so that my father could enjoy wealth and glory in the underworld.

After all, Bo Liang was a wealthy and respectable man when he was alive, so when he passed away, the funeral should be held in a grand manner. I posted a message on my Moments and thought about the wording.

【My father passed away at nine o'clock tonight. My mother fainted due to the shock and was just taken to the hospital by my brother. The younger generation is busy with housework. Please forgive me for being busy and upset. I don't have the extra energy to joke with you guys right now.

I will contact you later when I am calm. Thank you for your continued support for the Bo family.

Dad, rest in peace. You have worked hard these past few years, but I have been away from home.

Unfilial daughter, thin face. 】

Little Pear Head sent me a private message saying that you are acting like the mistress of the Bo family.

I said, there is no other way, the scene still has to be done.

As a result, I was really busy alone in the second half of the night. After hearing the news of Bo Liang's death, countless people called me. While answering the phone, I arranged the funeral and calculated the date with the Feng Shui master. What day is suitable for cremation and burial, and which piece of land has good Feng Shui.

I hurriedly opened my phone and found that my WeChat was about to explode. As soon as I sent this message, someone sent me a private message. The number of friends was even more exaggerated, with more than a hundred comments and likes.

The ones who were particularly close to me were the first to reply to me.

[Jiang Lin: I didn't expect this to happen. Rest in peace, uncle. I'm deeply saddened.]

【Lu Zaiqing: Is this true? I am so sad. Xiaoyan, stay strong. We will come over later.】

[Fei Shi: My condolences. I will bring my father over to meet your father later. Do you need any help?]

【Rong Xian: Baby...don't get into trouble, I'll come to your house right now.】

[Ye Mi: My condolences, there is nothing I can do.]

[Fei Li: Wow, hug Xiaoyan, where is your brother? Are you supporting the whole family? My uncle and I are coming to find you.]

[Thin copy: Thank you, sister. Mom is in emergency treatment. I will come back as soon as she is transferred to the ward.]

[Ye Tian: Alas... Things are unpredictable in this world. Bo Yan, take good care of yourself and don't get exhausted. ]

I sighed, put away my phone, and read through more than a hundred comments, but I couldn't find Xiao Li's reply.

He is used to being indifferent and has also agreed to cut off ties with me. Not to mention the death of someone in my family, even if I died, he would not get involved.

I was busy alone, and the house was filled with a sad and depressed atmosphere. Bo Yue was tired of crying, so she leaned on the wheelchair. The servants pushed her to the garden to relax, otherwise they were afraid that Bo Yue would be depressed.

Later, I sat alone in the living room in a daze, and suddenly I felt powerless.

This was the first time that I had to shoulder such a huge responsibility alone and support a broken family.

Rong Xian came late, but he was the first one among them to open my door. When he saw me sitting in the living room, he came up, bent down, and touched my face. "You look so bad, you should take a rest."

I shook my head and said no, and I was still waiting for people to tell me when the burial would be held. I also had to find a reliable one-stop funeral service and go look at houses.

In our area, after someone dies, we generally use the word "house" to refer to the grave site.

I also have to pack up my father's belongings, and I haven't dared to enter his room yet.

It's not because of fear, it's because of...sadness.

After all, I am a person who is tied to family ties. At times like this, when the gap of complete loss hits me, I still feel pain.

Rong Xian sighed and asked me, "Where's Bo Yue?"

I said, "She went for a walk in the garden. She must be tired."

"You do all the big and small things at home, can she be tired of crying?"

Rong Xian sat down next to me, "Is there anything else you need to do? I'll help you with it."

I leaned on his shoulder and said, "I'm going to sort out my father's belongings."

Rong Xian patted my head and said, "Lean back for a while. Xiao Li won't be here, and I'm the only one left for you."

In one sentence, my tears burst out.

Maybe it was because I had been immersed in the sad environment for too long, which caused Rong Xian's words to hit my heart directly, and then all the emotions surged out and swallowed me up.

I finally cried. That was good. Bo Tiao had just left, and the whole family was crying, but I was the only one who was suppressing my tears. I seemed cold and heartless.

Now when Xiao Li was mentioned, he started crying.

That’s good, at least I don’t look like an outsider anymore.

Rong Xian wiped my tears, "Yan'er, I can't bear to see you cry."

In the past, it was because I was scolded by my father and cried that Rong Xian and the others stole Bo Liang’s blue and white porcelain and smashed it.

I sniffed my nose and deliberately contradicted him, "Forget it, you can't do as much for me as before."

I was young then and had no scruples. But now, I am implicated everywhere.

Rong Xian patted my back and said, "Don't cry. Just assume that I don't have that ability now, so you have to protect yourself and don't cry."

Later, Lu Zaiqing and Jiang Lin came in a car, holding several bouquets of flowers made of marigolds, chrysanthemums and lilies. I saw them stand up and go over to entertain them.

Jiang Lin handed the flowers to me and said, "My condolences."

This man is cold by nature, but he is not lacking in loyalty. I said thank you to him, my eyes were red, and Lu Zaiqing comforted me, "Don't cry, it hurts me to see you. When have I ever seen you cry like this, our Queen Bo Yan."

Rong Xian helped me hold the flowers, "Would you like to go in and see your uncle?"

"Okay, let's go together."

Bo Liang is still lying there. Tomorrow I will get up and buy him new clothes, then change him into them and take him to be cremated.

There were a few incense sticks next to it, which was the platform set up by the servants earlier.

Lu Zaiqing and Jiang Lin took the incense I gave them, bowed, then put three incense sticks on top and each took out a white bag.

The white envelopes wrapped in paper are different from the red envelopes used during celebrations. They are specially used for funerals and have their names written on them.

Jiang Lin's handwriting was rough, while Lu Zaiqing's handwriting was elegant. After giving it to me, I said thank you again.

Rong Xian later took out a white envelope and gave it to me. I wrote down all their names and will return a gift after the party ends the next day. This is the custom here.

I never close the door at home, it is always ajar, leaving a crack. I can't close it, the soul has to come back.

When Bo Yue was pushed back by the servants, he was quite surprised to see so many people standing in the living room. Then he greeted everyone skillfully. I stood aside, also silent.

Fei Shi and Fei Li were the last to arrive, probably because they were delayed on the way.

Fei Li was usually lively and outgoing, but today she was restrained. Seeing that my eyes were still red and swollen, she thought I was crying miserably, so she came over to comfort me, "Don't be sad, hasn't he always been mean to you? Well, we are all free now."

The only person in Baicheng who dares to say such outrageous words is Fei Li, the daughter of the Fei family.

When I was pregnant, she told me so bluntly and cruelly, "Abort it, otherwise it would not just be another child, but another handle for Xiao Li to control you."

She has always been straightforward, not the kind that holds grudges, and she doesn't distinguish clearly between love and hate, because she doesn't remember love, only hate.

But with a personality like hers, she needs someone to pamper her.

I curled my lips and said to Little Pear Head, "Well, the person is gone, what else can I do? But you are right, I am free now."

The little pear-headed girl stared at me. She looked lawless and ignorant of the world, but in fact her mind was clear. "By the way, what about the property issue? Did that Bo Yue play tricks again?"

"Not yet, just crying." I winked, "Don't argue with her today, something really happened at home, I have to take responsibility."

"I'll listen to you." The little pear-head pinched my face. "Look at our Bo Yan. When something happened at home, her eldest brother was not around, and she took it all on her own without saying a word. And then look at that wheelchair bitch. She sits in a wheelchair and wants the whole world to make way for her. There's a huge difference."

I said, "Okay, I know you feel bad for me. Come on, I'll take you and your uncle to burn incense for my dad."

"it is good."

When passing by, Fei Yi secretly pulled me over again, then took out a white packet from his pocket. I took a look and saw that there were three packets.

"Xiao Li asked me to bring you a copy." Fei Yi patted my shoulder, "I know things haven't been going well for you two recently, but the Xiao family said that after all, the two families have been good friends in the past, so he couldn't help but give you a token of his appreciation. You should keep it. As for showing up, he won't come."

I said, good.

He told me everything he wanted to explain in a straightforward and clear manner, so I wasn't surprised at all.

Later, more and more people came into the living room, and several parents came over. They comforted me while feeling sad themselves. Rong Xian asked me to go and have a rest, and I said, "Please accompany me to clean up my dad's room on the way."

He said okay, and we let the guests downstairs sit down first. Lu Zaiqing and the others helped me entertain them. I went upstairs to Bo Liang's study, pushed the door open, and the light in the corridor illuminated a corner of the dark study.

Although Bo Liang was a playboy when he was young and let down many women, he still had real skills in business. The books he collected were all complicated and difficult to understand, as well as various manuscripts. They were piled together and had never been touched, and were all covered with dust.

Ever since Bo Liang fell ill a while ago, no one has come to this study room.

I pulled out an album from the drawer and saw many old photos. Rong Xian pointed at one of them and said to me, "Is this you?"

I took a look and it was indeed me.

It was a photo of Bo Liang holding me and holding Zhang Yuanyuan’s hand with his left hand.

It turns out that we were so close before. A mocking smile appeared on my lips, "I forgot all about it."

Yes, let’s not talk about the past anymore.

I looked at other photos of Bo Liang. There were Bo Zhuo and Bo Yue in them, but apart from that one, there was no me.

It doesn't matter, I was the one who was neglected the most since I was a child. If Bo Liang knew that I was the one who took care of most of his funeral affairs, would he find it ironic?

Later, when I was sorting out, I found a diary of Bo Liang.

It was locked and I was too lazy to read it, so I just put it aside. However, Rong Xian pulled out the stack of papers at the bottom as if he had found something unexpected.

There were several DNA certificates, all wrapped in transparent file bags, so the writing on them would not fade.

I took a look and saw that it was from Bo Yue and Bo Zhuo.

It seems that Bo Liang does not have much trust in his own children, and he is secretly investigating the authenticity of these blood relationships.

But why isn't mine?

Has he become so indulgent towards me that he doesn't care whether I am his child or not?

Come to think of it, it's true. After all, in his eyes, it's like I never exist.

"Bo Zhuo and Bo Yue are siblings." Rong Xian looked up at me, "Without you, are you not Bo Liang's biological child?"

I smiled helplessly, "Why are there so many conspiracy theories? If I'm not the one, what's the point of Bo Liang supporting me?" Even if it's not the one, I've been through so many years, it doesn't matter.

In fact, I really don’t care whether my biological father is Bo Liang or not.