Li Fang, song an, and some of the hospital's higher-ups were waiting for him outside.
No one dared to go in and call him.
When he came out, song an felt his young master's lonely figure. It made his heart ache.
young master, let's go back first. The dead can't be brought back to life.
By the time Fu Nanli got into the car, the snow had gotten heavier.
Fu Nanli's migraine came at the wrong time, and it was so painful that he felt a little suffocated. Song an was worried."I'll ask Dean li to come to your villa?"
"No, no need. I'll be fine after a short rest."
There were many things he had to deal with. His father's funeral, how to explain to his grandfather and mother, how to appease Qiao 'er ... There were too many problems in front of him.
It was a mess, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
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, but it was empty. His heart skipped a beat, and he called Wen Qiao's name softly.
No one answered.
He had searched every room in the villa, but he had not seen her.
He gave Qin bei a call, and Qin bei said that he had indeed sent her there. All his bodyguards were staying in the villa next door, and Qin bei said that he didn't see Wen Qiao leave.
Fu Nanli returned to the master bedroom and entered the bathroom, only to see Wen Qiao soaking in the bathtub, fully dressed.
She reached out and touched the bathtub. The water in the bathtub was cold.
"Do you want to die? Do you want to freeze to death?"
Wen Qiao's eyes reddened as she was pulled out by Fu Nanli. "Let me turn myself in."
Fu Nanli helped her change her clothes, then brought her back to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. He turned the heater to its maximum and helped her dry her hair, saying in a low voice, " "You didn't kill him."
She did it unconsciously, so she couldn't be considered a murderer. Even if she turned herself in, she wouldn't have to bear criminal responsibility.
He would protect her no matter what.
Wen Qiao grabbed his hand tightly,"he's your father, how can I be a coward?"
"Alright, Qiao 'er, don't think too much. Things have already come to this. Don't think too much, don't think too much."
"I'm guilty. I can't face the fu family anymore."
Fu Nanli's brows were tightly furrowed. forget about all this. Just pretend that nothing happened tonight. Hmm? "
Wen Qiao shook her head. She couldn't do it. How could she pretend that nothing had happened?
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No matter how much pain Wen Qiao was in, no matter how much she couldn't do what Fu Nanli had asked her to do, the fu family's funeral went on as planned.
Just three days later, Fu xianyuan's funeral was held at the fu family's Cemetery.
Old master Fu was in a much better state than the day he found out that Fu xianyuan had come back to life and died again.
At least his son's ashes were in this grave. His son was no longer buried in the cold sea, but had returned to his roots.
Old people always paid attention to these things, so he was at ease.
Who wouldn't die?
Ye minqiu was the same. When she learned of his violent death, she was already sad. Now that he had died again, she was sad for a few days. However, the dead can not be brought back to life, so she could only bury her sadness deep in her heart.
Her sister, ye minchun, accompanied her the entire time and comforted her.
They were all wearing black coats and holding black umbrellas. The cemetery had a solemn atmosphere.
"Why isn't Wen Qiao here?" ye minqiu suddenly asked Fu Nanli.
Although Wen Qiao and her son weren't married yet, they had already acknowledged her as their daughter-in-law. She would usually attend important events. However, she actually didn't come to her husband's funeral today.