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In order to make the mourning hall more solemn, Yi Zhonghai invited several neighbors who could write calligraphy to help write elegiac couplets.

The words on the elegiac couplet are full of mourning and remembrance for Jia Dongxu, which makes people cry when reading it.

Yi Zhonghai personally hung the elegiac couplets on both sides of the mourning hall. Looking at the decorated mourning hall, he was filled with emotion.

When the day of the funeral arrived, Yi Zhonghai got up early and checked the layout of the mourning hall and all the preparations again.

He invited some people who were responsible for carrying the coffin. All of them were strong and wore uniform black clothes.

Yi Zhonghai then notified the neighbors in the yard and asked everyone to help see Jia Dongxu off for the last time.

With a shrill cry, the funeral ceremony officially began.

Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were wearing white mourning clothes and walked in front of the coffin with tears in their eyes.

Yi Zhonghai led the neighbors in the yard and followed behind, all with sorrow and solemnity on their faces. The coffin bearers carefully lifted the coffin and slowly walked towards Jia's hometown.

Along the way, there was constant crying and the atmosphere was heavy.

As Yi Zhonghai walked, he sighed inwardly. He didn't know whether it was worth it to take this risk, but he could only do his best to prevent Jia Zhangshi from causing any more trouble.

Although Jia Zhang was already over fifty years old, she ate well on weekdays. She had a round face and a bucket-like waist, and looked quite strong.

At this moment, she clenched her teeth, the fat on her face trembled slightly, and her tears flowed like a flood. Her grief-stricken look made people feel pity.

"Dongxu! You must be well, and don't blame your mother. If you have to blame anyone, you can only blame that nemesis." Jia Zhang kept talking to herself, her voice full of sadness and regret.

She seemed to be trapped in her own world, and only by constantly talking could she alleviate the sadness and pain in her heart.

Every word seemed to echo in the air with endless longing and self-blame.

Qin Huairu was so shocked that she almost fainted when she heard what Jia Zhang said. Her body shook violently and her face turned pale instantly.

"Mom, what did you say? Dongxu? Nemesis? What nemesis? Who is the nemesis...?" She grabbed Jia Zhang's sleeve and asked in a trembling voice.

Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.

When Jia Zhang saw that it was Qin Huairu, she was immediately furious.

Her eyes were burning with anger, as if they wanted to devour Qin Huairu. "You're still asking me about my nemesis at this time. Don't you know that you are the nemesis?"

Jia Zhang's voice was sharp and harsh, full of anger and accusation. When she thought of her son's death, her heart was broken.

She was wondering, maybe the rumors in the yard were true, and Dongxu's death was related to Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she felt that Qin Huairu was the culprit.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!" Qin Huairu was frightened after hearing what Jia Zhang said, and her face suddenly turned pale.

There was crying in her voice and fear in her eyes.

She knew that her affair with Yi Zhonghai must not be discovered by anyone, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

She tried desperately to explain and make Jia Zhang believe that she was innocent.

When Yi Zhonghai saw this, he quickly pulled Qin Huairu aside.

There was a nervous look on his face and his eyes were full of worry.

"Huai Ru, your mother just lost her son. She is in a very unstable mental state now. Let's not provoke her for now!"

Yi Zhonghai's voice was low and gentle, full of concern.

Qin Huairu was pulled aside by Yi Zhonghai, her face still looking ugly.

Her heart was filled with fear and anxiety, and she didn't know how to face Jia Zhang's accusations.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Tell me quickly, what happened? When did I become your nemesis? Tell me quickly!" Qin Huairu heard this and insisted on holding Jia Zhang's hand and asked anxiously.

Her voice was full of urgency and desire, hoping that Jia Zhang could give her an explanation. Her eyes were full of tears, like a helpless child.

Jia Zhang pushed Qin Huairu's hand away and angrily scolded, "How dare you ask me what's going on? You know what you have done."

Jia Zhang's voice was full of anger and disgust, and her eyes were full of disappointment and pain. She felt that Qin Huairu had betrayed her son and the family.

"Mom!" Qin Huairu became even more frightened after hearing what Jia Zhang said.

She knew that once her affair with Yi Zhonghai was exposed, it would cause an uproar.

She tried desperately to save the situation and make Jia Zhang believe her innocence. "Don't call me mom, you are not worthy of our Dongxu.

In short, Dongxu is dead, and there is no hope for me in this life!" Jia Zhang cried, her voice full of despair and pain.

Her tears kept flowing, as if she wanted to vent all the pain in her heart. Even after Jia Dongxu was buried, Jia Zhangshi still didn't stop crying. Her heart was filled with longing for her son and despair for the future, as if the whole world had collapsed.

With Jia Dongxu's burial, the courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a heavy haze, and then gradually returned to its former appearance. However, under this seemingly normal appearance, there were undercurrents.

Qin Huairu went to work at the Zong Gang factory with great difficulty, despite her big belly.

Whenever her figure appeared in the yard, she always looked tired and helpless.

The insults from Jia Zhang were like sharp nails, filling the courtyard every day. The harsh sound made people feel upset.

Yi Zhonghai spent a lot of money and effort in this series of things. He spent a lot of money and energy on buying a coffin, setting up a mourning hall, and holding a funeral for Jia Dongxu. This made the aunt unable to hold back any longer.

The lady was furious and roared, "You said you would rely on Jia Dongxu for your retirement. Now that Jia Dongxu is dead, you are still paying for his burial. What does this mean? Don't you think about us?"

Her voice was full of anger and confusion. She had silently endured many grievances over the years, and now Yi Zhonghai's behavior was beyond her comprehension.

"Cuihua, what do you know! Although Dongxu is gone, he still left behind three children. Why don't we go and adopt one from him?" Seeing the old lady getting angry, Yi Zhonghai quickly stepped forward to explain.

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he saw hope for the future.

The first lady snorted coldly, "Go and adopt his child. Jia Zhang alone is enough for us to bear. If you adopt his child, you will have to support her whole family. How will we live then?"

The old lady became more and more excited as she spoke, her face full of worry and dissatisfaction.