Li Fang, Song An and some senior executives of the hospital were waiting for him outside.
No one dared to go in and call him.
When he came out, Song An felt that his young master's figure was so lonely and distressing.
"Master, go back first. The dead cannot be resurrected."
When Fu Nanli got into the car, it was snowing heavily.
Fu Nanli had a migraine at an inopportune moment, and the pain made him feel suffocated. Song An was worried: "Should I ask Dean Li to come to your villa?"
"No, no, I just need to rest for a while."
There were many things to deal with, such as his father's funeral, how to explain to his grandfather and mother, and how to comfort Qiao'er. There were too many difficult problems lying before him.
It was so messy that he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
When he arrived at the villa, it was quiet. He took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and slowly went upstairs.
He pushed open the bedroom door and found it empty inside. His heart skipped a beat and he called Wen Qiao's name softly.
No one answered.
He searched every room in the villa but didn't see her.
He called Qin Bei, who said that he had indeed sent the person there. All his bodyguards lived in the villa next door. Qin Bei said that he did not see Wen Qiao leave.
Fu Nanli returned to the master bedroom and entered the bathroom, where he saw Wen Qiao soaking in the bathtub with her clothes on.
I reached out and touched the water in the bathtub. It was cold.
"Don't you want to live? Do you want to freeze to death?"
The person was pulled out by Fu Nanli, and Wen Qiao's eyes turned red: "Let me turn myself in."
Fu Nanli helped her change her clothes, wrapped her in a bath towel and returned to the bedroom. He turned the heating up to the maximum. He helped her dry her hair and whispered, "You didn't kill that person."
She was unconscious, so she cannot be considered the murderer. Even if she surrenders herself, she will not be held criminally responsible.
He would protect her no matter what.
Wen Qiao held his hand tightly: "He is your father, how can I..."
"Okay, Qiao'er, don't think too much. Things have come to this point. Don't think too much. Don't think too much."
Wen Qiao: "I am guilty. I can't face the people from your Fu family anymore."
Fu Nanli frowned and said, "Forget about it all, just pretend that what happened tonight didn't happen, ok?"
Wen Qiao shook her head. She couldn't do it. How could she pretend that none of this had happened
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No matter how painful Wen Qiao was, and no matter how unable she was to do as Fu Nanli asked her to forget it all, the Fu family's funeral was held as scheduled.
Just three days later, Fu Xianyuan's funeral was held at the Fu Family Cemetery.
Old Master Fu is now much better than the day he learned that Fu Xianyuan had been resurrected from the dead and then resurrected and died again.
At least his son's body is no longer missing, at least there are real ashes of his son under the grave. His son is no longer buried in the cold and ruthless sea, but has returned to his roots.
Old people always pay attention to these things, so he felt at ease.
Who doesn’t die
The same was true for Ye Minqiu. She had already been sad when she learned of his sudden death. Now that he had died again, she was sad for several days. However, the dead cannot be resurrected, so she could only bury her sadness deep in her heart.
Her younger sister Ye Minchun accompanied her and comforted her throughout the whole process.
Everyone in the group wore black coats and held black umbrellas. The atmosphere in the cemetery was solemn and dignified.
Ye Minqiu suddenly asked Fu Nanli: "Why didn't Wen Qiao come over?"
Although Wen Qiao and her son have not yet married, she has already been chosen as their daughter-in-law. She usually attends important occasions, but she did not come to her husband's funeral today.
(End of this chapter)