I regret my wife's death

Maybe only when he was drunk, Zhu Xian had the courage to tell the truth.

Chen Chen's expression froze, "Zhu Xian, have you drunk too much?"

But Zhu Xian stretched out his hand to take another glass of wine from the table, then reached out to Chen Chen, and touched the glass with him.

"Yu Xiao's death, isn't it something worth celebrating?"

After speaking, he raised his head and downed a glass of wine directly.

Chen Chen, who was belatedly aware of it, laughed, and he called out to a group of people: "Yu Xiao is dead, let's go together!"

A group of people gathered around, picked up their wine glasses, and walked around talking and laughing again.

Tonight, Zhu Xian drank the most wine.

When he came out of the clubhouse, a gust of cold wind hit his body, Zhu Xian was wearing thin clothes today, and sucked in a few breaths of cold wind into his stomach, making him feel sick, and after a while he lay down on the corner of the wall and vomited.

Standing behind him, Chen Chen frowned slightly.

In the past, when Zhu Xian had drinks with them, he usually drank moderately, even if he drank too much, he would not drink like this.

Could it be that Yu Xiao was really dead and he was overjoyed?

Chen Chen patted him on the back.

"Zhu Xian, you have been aggrieved for three years. Once you are free, you will start to let yourself go?"

Chen Chen's words echoed in his ears. After Zhu Xian finished vomiting, he casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve. This was not at all like him who used to love cleanliness and was a bit of a clean freak.

Zhu Xian stood up with a smile, and patted Chen Chen's shoulder by the way.

"You don't know what I've been living for the past three years! It's a relief..."

After Zhu Xian finished speaking, he walked towards his car.

The surrogate driver who made an appointment early in the morning has been waiting for more than two hours.

Zhu Xian returned to the villa where he used to live with Yu Xiao with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

As soon as the door was opened, Zhu Xian found that there was still a light in the living room.

The servant on duty at night came over and supported Zhu Xian who was staggering.

"Mr. Zhu, be careful."

Zhu Xian changed into his slippers and walked inside.

The servant said: "Mr. Zhu, you go sit on the sofa for a while, and I will go to the kitchen and pour you a glass of hangover soup."

Zhu Xian suddenly remembered that before he married Yu Xiao, there were no servants on duty at home. Later, when Yu Xiao came, no matter whether Zhu Xian came back every night or not, he would ask the servant to keep the lamp for him. Hangover soup and dinner.

Zhu Xian subconsciously looked towards the stairs, looked up the stairs, and suddenly, his heart trembled.

He suddenly remembered that Yu Xiao was dead.

However, after he died, none of the things he expected the servants to do before was left behind.

The servant brought the hangover soup, Zhu Xian drank a few sips, then walked upstairs in silence.

Seeing Zhu Xian's back going upstairs, the servant shook his head sadly.

When Yu Xiao was here before, Zhu Xian never cherished him very much. Now that he is gone, the servants can't tell whether this Mr. Zhu has a heart or not.

Zhu Xian pushed open the bedroom door.

In fact, after three years of marriage, he didn't go home very often, but when he came back, it was usually in the middle of the night, and every time he came back and opened the bedroom door, he could see a figure who was already asleep on the big bed in front of him.

But now, this bed is empty, except for the neatly folded quilt and pillows, there is nothing.

Zhu Xian lay quietly on the bed alone, obviously very tired, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He habitually reached out and touched the side, but there was no familiar temperature, only a piece of ice cold.

Zhu Xian's expression darkened, and then he laughed mockingly.

"Death is death, and there is always such a ghost."

Early in the morning, Zhu Xian received a call.

"Will you come to Yu Xiao's funeral?"

The tone of the phone call was harsh.

Zhu Xian frowned tightly.

"His funeral? When?"

On the other end of the phone, Shang Baiyan's face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"At eight o'clock this morning, Qingfeng Cemetery. Although Yu Xiao said that you and the members of the Yu family will not be involved in his funeral, at least he loved you once when he was alive, and you should also come forward to participate in his funeral." Funeral, let him rest in peace."

Shang Baiyan didn't want to call Zhu Xian at all, but he had to admit that when Yu Xiao was alive, he loved Zhu Xian to the core

Everyone is gone, he must let him go more decently.

Zhu Xian suddenly wondered: "Buried so soon? Where's his body?"

Sensing that Zhu Xian's tone was not right, Shang Boyan said in a bad mood: "The cremation was at five o'clock in the morning today, and the box is still in my hand!"

I don't know why, when Zhu Xian heard this, all the blood in his body was surging, and his whole body was trembling.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Cremation? You cremated my wife without even informing me?"

These words were almost all questioned by Zhu Xian word by word.

But Shang Baiyan on the other end of the phone only taunted him.

"Don't forget, the morning Yu Xiao committed suicide, you were just divorced!"

These words just hit Zhu Xian's vitals.

yes……

They were all divorced, and Yu Xiao wasn't his wife at all.

Zhu Xian was silent.

Shang Baiyan's voice came from next to his ear.

"I've already brought you the words, it's up to you whether you come or not."

After finishing speaking, Shang Boyan had already hung up the phone.

But Zhu Xian was still immersed in his own thoughts.

Yu Xiao's body was cremated?

This is all gone?

But he hadn't had time to look at him for the last time!

The funeral was held at [-]:[-] in the morning in Qingfeng Cemetery.

Shang Boyan held the urn in his hand, and standing beside him was Yu Xiao's uncle Tang Jiazhen, and they were surrounded by some relatives of the Tang family and the Yu family.The weather was gloomy and raining lightly.

Shang Baiyan looked at the urn in his hand with red eyes, until Yu Xiao died, he still hadn't come to tell the feelings he had hidden in his heart for many years

As the funeral drew to a close, discussions erupted among the crowd.

"Why did Zhu Xian come here?"

"Hasn't he already divorced Yu Xiao?

At the same time, a member of the Tang family said: "He still has the face? If it weren't for him, even if Yu Xiao got eye cancer, he wouldn't choose to commit suicide!"

Yu Xiao's ashes had already been buried, but at this moment, Shang Boyan's hands were empty.

He crossed the crowd and looked at Zhu Xian.

Involuntarily, the corner of his mouth curled up with a look of sarcasm.

Zhu Xian walked over with a sullen face, his complexion was a little pale, the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavy, and the stubble around the corners of his mouth had obviously not been cleaned well, and he looked a little haggard.

Shang Baiyan walked over with a sneer, without saying a word, he punched Zhu Xian directly in the face.

"Bastard! You really have the face!"

The author has something to say

Widowed spouse Xian: Yu Xiao, don't haunt me with your ghost after you die!

Yu Apiao Xiao: I wish Xian took his life

Countless recommendation tickets drifted away in the wind.

Little cuties: Xiaoxiao, this is the paper money the author asked us to burn for you, hurry up and kill that big scumbag Zhu Xian!