On this day, there were endless people coming to the Xue family to pay their respects, including Wen Guoquan, Fu Xianliang, Qiao Zhenliang, and Cha Jinnan... The domestic political figures appeared one after another, which shows Mr. Xue's political influence in China.

What Zhang Yang was most worried about was Xue Weitong's body. He asked the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles and specially sent it to Xue Weitong.

Xue Weitong has been crying since last night. Now, tears have dried up now. She looked at the bowl of noodles handed over by Zhang Yang, shook her head and said, "I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat anything."

Zhang Yang said: "Even if you cry, you have to eat enough to have the strength to cry. Xue Laoquan knows that if he sees you so unwilling to care about your body, he will definitely not be happy."

When Xue Weitong heard Zhang Yang mention her grandfather, her nose felt sore, but no tears came out. Xu Jianji said on the side: "Wei Tong, just listen to our advice and have a meal quickly. Now everyone is busy with Mr. Xue's funeral. If you fall ill, wouldn't you still have to spend your energy to take care of you?"

Xue Weitong finally nodded and took the bowl of noodles.

Yuan Xinmin walked in from outside, and he said in Zhang Yang's ear, it turned out that it was Xiang Cheng, secretary of the Beigang Municipal Party Committee, and mayor Gong Huanshan, who arrived. Xue Shilun asked Zhang Yang to come over and receive him.

Zhang Yang came to the mourning hall and saw Xiang Cheng and Gong Huanshan bowing, Xiang Cheng's eyes turned red. Obviously, he had just cried. Although Gong Huanshan did not cry, he looked depressed. This guy was full of feelings. He originally hoped to follow Xiang Cheng to the capital and at least be able to climb the high branches of the Xue family. However, he did not expect that he not only attended Mr. Xue's birthday party, but also caught up with the funeral. Mr. Xue's death meant that Xiang Cheng's greatest backer was gone. Even Xiang Cheng had no backer, let alone a cadre who was counting on Xiang Cheng's face. Gong Huanshan felt that he had no future at all. Today he came to pay tribute to his condolences, that is, a walk-through. If he attended the birthday party yesterday, he was still full of hope, but today he was completely desperate.

Zhang Yang was responsible for taking Xiang Cheng and the others to rest. Xiang Cheng took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, and said hoarsely: "Mr. Xue left too suddenly..." He was truly sad. He protected Mr. Xue in the past ten years of catastrophe, and Mr. Xue treated him as much as a mountain. Without Mr. Xue, he would not have reached his current position. In his heart, he always treated Mr. Xue as his father.

Zhang Yang said: "Thank you for so many years, Mr. Xue is so tired. So..." He didn't finish his words. He felt very sad.

Xiang Cheng patted his shoulder and said, "You young people may have to work hard these two days."

Zhang Yang said: "Secretary Xiang, I just called back to Binhai and explained the matter. I may have to go back later."

Xiang Cheng said: "Stay here and help with peace of mind. I will go back a few days later. Why do I have to send Mr. Xue this last journey?" When he said this, his eyes heated up and tears really burst out.

Seeing Xiang Cheng performing like this, Zhang Yang unconsciously developed a little affection for him. After all, Xiang Cheng is still a person who values ​​love and friendship.

Gong Huanshan never spoke much. He was not sad or depressed. Without Mr. Xue’s support, what would he fight against Gong Qiwei? He even foreseeed that Mr. Xue’s death was a watershed. Not only did he, but Xiang Cheng’s political status in Beigang would continue to decline. He could not stay in the capital and wait for Mr. Xue’s last journey. First, there was no friendship, and second, there was no need.

Xiang Cheng said: "Returning the mountain, you can go back first in the afternoon. It is impossible that neither of us are here."

Gong Huanshan nodded.

What Zhang Yang did not expect was that Gu Yunzhi did not come to pay his respects in person. Instead, he asked Yangyang to come to him to send a wreath. This incident seemed unusual to Zhang Yangyang. He called Gu Yangyang to a secluded place and asked what happened?

Gu Yangyang said: "My father is sick and went to the hospital last night to get a water hanger. He originally wanted to come here in person, but I didn't let him come."

Zhang Yang said: "Is it important? Do I need me to help him with treatment?"

Gu Yangyang shook his head and said, "No, he specifically explained that you can help here with peace of mind. He will go there during the memorial service."

Mr. Xue's departure made his old friends feel that life is impermanent and awakened many people's thinking about life. No one knows when they will leave. When they reach their age, they must consider their affairs after death.

The so-called afterlife is nothing more than family affairs and state affairs. Since they have retreated from a high position, there will be explanations on state affairs, and what bothers them more is family affairs.

Mr. Qiao is in such trouble at this moment. He hopes that his family can be reunited in harmony and hopes that his children and grandchildren can surround him and share the joy of family life. But reality has repeatedly told him that hope can always be hope.

In such rainy weather, people's mood will be somewhat affected. Mr. Xue's departure made Mr. Qiao feel a sigh of a short life. After breaking up with Mr. Zhou, Mr. Qiao sat in the car and thought silently on the way back. The time of their generation was not much, and he should use this limited time to do something for this family. His son's career was back on track, but his family failed to usher in spring like his career. Qiao Pengju went to the United States to start a business. Mengyuan seemed to be getting deeper and deeper because of his mother's death. How to bridge the rift between their father and daughter has become a top priority for Mr. Qiao.

A cell phone ringtone rang in the car. Few people know this mobile phone number, and few people usually call it except their family members.

The guard connected the phone. After listening, he looked at Mr. Qiao hesitantly and said, "Old Qiao, the one who is looking for you is your daughter-in-law."

Old Qiao was slightly stunned. Could it be his second daughter-in-law? In his impression, she had never called herself alone. Old Qiao nodded and signaled the guard to hand the phone to him. He whispered: "Hey?"

A gloomy female voice came from the receiver: "It's me!"

Old Qiao said: "I'm sorry, I can't seem to hear who you are?"

"I am Meng Chuanmei!"

Old Qiao frowned. The phone call was quite boring. Old Qiao was an atheist. Although he had not seen his daughter-in-law's body with his own eyes, he believed that Meng Chuanmei was indeed dead. Old Qiao, who was used to the storm, did not show too much surprise and whispered: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm dead, I was killed by your son. I'm dying with my eyes open. I'm going to tell you the truth when I make this call."

Old Qiao said, "I'm not interested in knowing." He was about to hang up the phone.

The other party screamed: "Mengyuan is not your granddaughter!"

Old Qiao's hand trembled, and his sharp gaze instantly dimmed, but his tone remained calm as usual: "Are you finished speaking?"

"I have evidence. You can check today's email. There is an email from Jingshan City, which contains all the evidence you need. Mengyuan is not your granddaughter. Your son has known about this for a long time. He has been cheating on you. For so many years, he has been tortured, hurting me, and eventually killing me."

Old Qiao didn't say anything, slowly closed the phone, and his heart felt like he was filled with lead, which was extremely heavy.

Qiao Zhenliang went home after working for a day. As soon as he got home, the nanny informed him to go to the study.

Qiao Zhenliang knew that his father had something to talk to him, and Mr. Xue's death also shocked his father a lot. The old man needed a listener.

Qiao Zhenliang walked into the study and saw that the lights were not turned on in the study. The light at dusk was extremely dim and the room was silent. You could clearly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window.

Qiao Zhenliang whispered: "Dad!"

Old Qiao nodded, he sat facing the glass window, and he had been in the same position for two full hours before his son walked into the study.

Qiao Zhenliang said: "Short long after you left, I went to the Xue family to pay my respects. Uncle Xue left so suddenly."

Old Qiao whispered: "There are too many things in this world that are unexpected."

Qiao Zhenliang nodded and said, "Dad, don't be sad. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all destined, and no one can escape."

Old Qiao said: "How can I not be sad!"

Qiao Zhenliang heard that his father's voice was a little strange. He came behind his father, held his shoulders, and whispered: "Dad, are you hungry? Let's go down to have a meal. I'll have a drink with you to warm up."

Old Qiao said: "Today I received a call from a woman, and she said that her name is Meng Chuanmei."

Qiao Zhenliang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "How is that possible?" A trace of indescribable panic suddenly surged in his heart.

Old Qiao said: "She also said Mengyuan is not my granddaughter..."

Qiao Zhenliang's heart beat violently, and his heart hit his chest, as if he wanted to jump out of it. Qiao Zhenliang smiled reluctantly: "Dad, do you believe this kind of boring call?"

Old Qiao didn't say anything and handed him a document in his hand.

Qiao Zhenliang took it over, and with the faint light of the sky, he realized that this was a paternity test report. Qiao Zhenliang held the report's hand and trembled.

Mr. Qiao said: "So you all know... No wonder Meng Yuan is getting farther and farther away from this family, no wonder Chuanmei chose to become a monk, no wonder your previous will was so depressed..."

"Dad, don't believe these lies. These people have ulterior motives. They want you to be uneasy. They want to..."

Old Qiao turned around, and his deep eyes burst out with a sharp light like a blade. This light penetrated Qiao Zhenliang's chest and looked straight into his heart. Qiao Zhenliang's eyes chose to escape under his father's eyes. He did not dare to look directly into his father's eyes.

Mr. Qiao said word by word: "You can't deceive me! You are my son. I knew that there was something hidden in your heart, but I didn't expect it to be this. You can't deceive me!" Mr. Qiao's last voice was almost shouting.
Chapter completed!