Feng Wanhui's funeral was very simple, as she had no close friends or family.
Mu Yuxin used all her savings, plus some money borrowed from Song Qinian, to buy a plot of land and bury Feng Wanhui.
Song Qinian, fearing that Mu Yuxin would not be able to cope, stayed with her until Feng Wanhui's funeral arrangements were complete.
In the cemetery, Mu Yuxin looked at Feng Wanhui's photograph and gave a wry smile, her nose twitching. "You might not believe it, but I don't even have a single photo with her."
Song Qinian patted Mu Yuxin's back to comfort her.
"When I graduated from primary school, the teacher was taking photos, and I really wanted to take a picture with her. She refused, saying she didn't like being photographed! Later, I saw my family album and found quite a few of her photos, but they were all from when she was pregnant. It was clear she was very happy during that time."
Back then, Mu Yuxin wondered why her mother, who was so tender when she touched her belly while pregnant, had changed so much after giving birth to her.
Was it just because she was a daughter and not a son?
Now she finally understood. It had nothing to do with having a daughter or a son; it was simply because she wasn't Feng Wanhui's biological child!
"Later, she really did stop liking to take pictures. I had to search for a long time to find this one."
Song Qinian wasn't good at comforting people, especially at times like this. She didn't know what to say.
"She died near the hospital. I don't even need to guess to know she went to see Lin Qiutong. Heh… If she loved her daughter so much, why did she insist on switching me and Lin Qiutong back then? What do you think she was thinking when she was dying? Did she ever regret her actions back then?"
Song Qinian sighed softly, feeling great pity for Mu Yuxin.
After a moment's thought, she turned Mu Yuxin to face her. "Yuxin, things have reached this point. I don't want you to be depressed and unhappy because of her. You're still young, and you have so much good time ahead of you. Let the past be the past."
Mu Yuxin hugged Song Qinian tightly. "I understand all of that, but my heart aches so much! Niannian, do you think she ever, even for a moment, wanted to be a little kinder to me, to have our family live together happily?"
Probably not.
Otherwise, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.
Despite her sadness, Mu Yuxin knew that mourning wouldn't change the fact that the person was dead.
Fortunately, she adjusted quickly and didn't worry Song Qinian for long.
Meanwhile, when Lin Qiutong learned of Feng Wanhui's death, she immediately locked her hospital room door and called Shen Qiwen.
"Did you know? Feng Wanhui was hit by a car and died!"
"I know. Open the door."
"What?"
"I'm outside!"
Lin Qiutong hung up the phone and immediately ran to open the door. She saw Shen Qiwen, dusty and in a black suit.
"What exactly…?"
Before Lin Qiutong could finish her sentence, Shen Qiwen suddenly pushed her into the room, locked the door, and pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply.
Lin Qiutong's eyes widened in disbelief, and then she pushed him away fiercely. "Are you crazy? This is a hospital! What if someone sees us?"
"No one will see."
Saying this, he kissed her again. He had been holding back for too long.
Lin Qiutong's health had improved considerably today, which made him dare to be so unrestrained.
Shen Qiwen's kiss was deep and possessive, as if he wanted to consume her entirely.
Compared to his passion and excitement, Lin Qiutong's eyes turned cold. She opened her mouth and bit his lip.
Shen Qiwen's lip was cut, but he didn't release Lin Qiutong. The coppery taste of blood filled their mouths, making Shen Qiwen even more agitated.
"Slap…"
Lin Qiutong could no longer stand it. She reached out and slapped Shen Qiwen hard. "Enough is enough!"
Shen Qiwen smiled wickedly and touched his lips, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction.
"Was I talking to you about Feng Wanhui?" Lin Qiutong rolled her eyes at Shen Qiwen, feeling quite disgusted with him, but couldn't help but complain. "Why did she have to die? And she died near the hospital! That damned woman, even in death, she doesn't want me to have peace."
"Yes, from now on, she will never bother you again!"
"Right! That's great, haha…"
Lin Qiutong burst into laughter, her face contorted. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and asked in disbelief, "Could it be… you?"
Shen Qiwen neither confirmed nor denied it. He gently stroked Lin Qiutong's head. "I told you, I will fulfill your every wish."
Even if it meant murder.
Lin Qiutong snorted, "At least you have some conscience. I thought you'd abandon me after finding out I'm not the Lin family's daughter!"
"How could I? As long as you need me, I'll always be by your side."
Lin Qiutong looked at Shen Qiwen, her gaze complex. To Shen Qiwen, however, it seemed tender and affectionate. He couldn't resist, and he picked up Lin Qiutong and placed her on the hospital bed.
Realizing what he was about to do, Lin Qiutong's expression changed drastically. "Shen Qiwen, how dare you…"
"I dared to kill for you, what else wouldn't I dare to do? Tongtong, on such a beautiful day, don't you want to relax and enjoy yourself?"
Lin Qiutong naturally wanted to refuse. Not for any other reason than she felt she was betraying Lin Lanxing.
Her first time with Shen Qiwen happened when she was drunk, and she regretted it deeply afterward. Now she was clear-headed and absolutely couldn't do anything that would betray Lan Xing.
But Shen Qiwen was skilled at pleasing people, and Feng Wanhui's death had made Lin Qiutong want to vent.
After a few pushes, Lin Qiutong was completely lost in Shen Qiwen's kiss.
The two became entangled and intimate on the hospital bed, completely releasing themselves.
Lin Qiutong did not shed a single tear for Feng Wanhui's death. To her, Feng Wanhui was a stranger. Her mother had always been only one person: Ye Fanglin.
Lin Qiutong knew clearly that she shouldn't continue like this. While the Lin family still had feelings for her and Shen Chi’an was still willing to look after her, she couldn't waste her time in bed.
Thus, as soon as she was discharged, Lin Qiutong threw herself into work.
Meanwhile, Shen Chi’an showed no strong reaction upon hearing of Feng Wanhui's death, only thinking that karma was a cycle.
Feng Wanhui had tried to run over Song Qinian with a car for Lin Qiutong's sake, and now she had reaped what she sowed.
During this period, Shen Chi’an was secretly planning something big: proposing to Song Qinian.
Although they had been married for three years, he had never proposed or given Song Qinian a wedding. This was his regret, and he wanted to make up for everything he owed Song Qinian.
To this end, Shen Chi’an hired a professional planner to come up with a plan that had to be extremely romantic and beautiful, unforgettable for Song Qinian, and bring a sweet smile to her lips whenever she thought of it.
Of course, Mr. Shen had very high standards. He reviewed several plans but felt something was missing, rejecting them all.
This made the planners want to pry open Mr. Shen's head to see what kind of proposal he truly desired.