Chapter 1486 Memorial
A few more days passed, and Chen Xuan drove to Qingshan Cemetery early in the morning.
South suburb, Qingshan Cemetery.
A majestic green mountain stood tall, and at the foot of the mountain lay a large expanse of burial grounds.
The feng shui here was excellent, and as a result, the grave plots were exorbitantly priced, with people even hoarding and speculating on them.
Tap, tap, tap...
A series of footsteps sounded, and a staff member led a group of people over.
This group was all dressed in black clothes and shoes. Because these women were exceptionally beautiful, they appeared very cold and stunning. Especially the woman in the middle, wearing a black veil on her head and possessing fair skin, she was truly eye-catching.
This group was none other than the public relations department of Huanghai Group, led by Huamei.
On their delicate faces, there was only grief and desolation. Especially Huamei and Yang Rong, their faces were ashen, showing expressions of utter despair.
Others wanted to persuade them not to be sad, but found themselves unable to speak.
If one has not experienced what others have, how can they presume to offer comfort?
Led by the staff member, they arrived at a tombstone. "Everyone, this is Chen Yiming's tombstone. Please accept my condolences. If you need anything, just call me."
With that, the staff member swayed her waist, stepped in a pair of black high heels, and turned away.
On the tombstone was a photo of Chen Yiming, the same one from his employee photo when he joined Huanghai Group.
One by one, the girls from the public relations department began to pay their respects to Chen Yiming.
Huamei stood before the tombstone, silent, tears streaming down her face.
She hadn't officially agreed to become Chen Xuan's girlfriend yet, but Chen Xuan had met with an accident.
As for Yang Rong, her heart was also heavy.
From a distance, with his hands in his pockets, Chen Xuan watched this scene and sighed deeply. "I didn't expect them to shed tears for me... these people are worth befriending."
Finally, someone stepped forward and quickly helped them up. "Minister Hua, Sister Rong, please don't cry. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences.
Yang Rong was helped up, but tears still filled her cheeks.
"You all go back first. I want to be alone for a while."
Huamei wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Minister Hua..."
"I'm fine, you all go ahead." Huamei waved her hand.
The others also knew about Huamei's relationship with Chen Xuan, so they didn't say much. They simply said, "We'll wait for Minister Hua outside the cemetery," and then left with heavy steps.
After everyone had gone far away, the tears that Huamei had just managed to stop began to flow again.
"Chen Yiming, I didn't agree to you before, but now I can tell you, I agree to be your girlfriend!"
"In this lifetime, I, Huamei, will only have you as my boyfriend!"
Listening to Huamei's heartfelt confession, Chen Xuan's heart felt as if it were being squeezed, and he felt a deep sense of self-reproach.
He didn't have such strong feelings for Huamei; it was all for the mission. He never expected Huamei to fall in love with him. What a scoundrel he was!
He didn't show himself, but hid far away, thinking it was fine like this. Perhaps after some time, Huamei would forget him.
As Huamei continued her heartfelt outpouring, Chen Xuan listened quietly from the side, deeply moved.
But just then, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.
"Sir, please follow me. This is the grave plot I sold to you!"
Accompanying the footsteps, a young man in a suit and with a shrewd, monkey-like face led an elderly couple, slowly walking over, finally stopping before Chen Xuan's tombstone.
"Is this the tombstone?"
The elderly couple saw the photo of Chen Yiming still on the tombstone. "Why is someone else's photo here?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention, your price can only afford a shared grave plot."
"Shared grave plot?"
"Simply put, it means two families will share one grave. Do you understand what that means?"
"Share a grave with someone else? How can that be?"
The elderly couple frowned deeply, their already gaunt faces looking even paler.
They had lost their son in their old age. Their son had owed a large debt before he died. They had sold their son's house and car to pay off the debts. Now, the old couple could only use their pensions to buy a plot for their son.
They never imagined that their entire savings would only be enough to buy a shared grave plot.
"There's nothing we can do. Your price can only afford a shared grave plot. Please consider it."
This was already all the old couple's savings. A shared plot was a shared plot. Helplessly, they had to compromise. "Alright."
The young man's heart lit up. "Good, let's quickly sign the contract."
Saying that, he quickly took out a contract from his briefcase and placed it in front of the elderly couple.
The elderly couple glanced at each other, and finally, the old man picked up the pen to sign.
Just then, Huamei suddenly walked over. "How can you sell our grave plot to someone else?"
"Miss Hua... why are you here..."
The staff member had been so busy deceiving the old couple that he hadn't noticed Huamei was there at all.
This tombstone of Chen Xuan was bought by Huamei from this young man.
"I ask you, why are you selling the grave plot you sold to us to someone else?"
Huamei said in a deep voice.
"Miss Hua, I'm truly sorry. This grave plot is a shared one. I forgot to mention it to you." The young man's eyes darted around as he quickly said.
"Forgot to mention? What are you kidding me? I clearly remember the contract stating that this grave plot is not a shared plot, and the money I paid is not for a shared grave plot."
Huamei said sternly.
At the same time, she was also extremely angry. How could this guy be so lacking in manners to do something so infuriating?
"This... I'll return ten thousand yuan to you. Is that acceptable?"
The young man had no choice but to compromise.
He sold this grave plot to Huamei for five hundred thousand yuan. If he returned a hundred thousand yuan to Huamei and then sold the other portion to the elderly couple for three hundred thousand yuan, this deal wouldn't be a loss.
"Ten thousand yuan? I spent fifty thousand yuan to buy this grave plot. I don't care about the money, but I cannot allow anyone else to be buried with my boyfriend." Huamei said forcefully.
As the head of the public relations department, her annual salary reached millions, not including dividends. In short, Huamei was not short of money.
How could she allow someone else to share a grave plot with her boyfriend?
"Miss Hua, so, you're not going to budge?" The young man's expression turned cold.
"Since you won't listen, I'm going to report this to the authorities now and let them handle it." Huamei immediately took out her phone.
"You dare report it? Give me your phone! I'm telling you, this area is my brother's territory. If you dare report it, I won't let you off!"
The young man coldly extended his hand.
Huamei dialed the authorities' number without hesitation. But just then, the young man snatched her phone and smashed it to the ground with a "crack." The phone instantly shattered into pieces, the screen finely cracked.
"Get lost now, or I'll dig up your boyfriend's grave!"
"I'm telling you, this is not over!" Huamei refused to back down, showing great stubbornness.
"Not over? I'll make sure it's not over for you!"
Saying that, the young man swung his arm, opened his palm as large as a fan, and was about to strike.