Chapter 156: Chapter 153: Little Mo, With Me Here, You Don’t Have to Be Afraid 1
Rong Mochen followed and took her hand, leading her out of the car.
Jin Jumo’s legs almost gave out the moment they touched the ground, and she collapsed towards Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes deepened as he caught her, supporting her and picking her up.
Jin Jumo, flustered, pushed at him, "I-I’m fine, my legs are just numb."
Rong Mochen pressed his thin lips together, looking worriedly at her pale, translucent face, "Are you really okay?"
Jin Jumo nodded, withdrawing her hand from his palm.
She turned around in a slow-motion, movie-like scene. The characters of the funeral home came into view, chilling her breath. Her hand clenched tightly, and she walked around the car, step by step, towards the funeral home.
Rong Mochen clenched his fists slightly and quickly walked to her side, holding her hand.
Jin Jumo’s hands and feet felt like they weren’t her own, frozen numb. Her heart, like it’s being sliced with sharp blades, hurt terribly and filled with fear.
Arriving at the entrance of the funeral home, a large black and white photo stood out amid the white chrysanthemums.
Jin Jumo stared at the face in the photo, her cheeks twitching uncontrollably, her eyes bloodshot.
The person in the photo was just as she remembered.
Smiling, with always such kind and gentle eyes filled with love, as if he’d always be there by her side, never leaving her.
Jin Jumo’s body began to tremble violently, and Rong Mochen held her tightly, his dark eyes narrowing with discomfort, heart clenching painfully. He whispered in her ear in a thin voice, "Little Mo..."
"No..." Jin Jumo suddenly wailed, pushing him away hard, her swollen red eyes clinging to Jin Jiancheng, crying hoarsely, "No, I don’t want to... Grandpa, Grandpa, ah..."
"Little Mo." Rong Mochen found himself momentarily unable to hold her. Her heartbroken appearance pained him, leaving him helpless.
"Grandpa, I don’t want..." Jin Jumo screamed, her every cell filled with pain and fear.
She didn’t want this outcome; she didn’t want him to leave.
She had worked so hard to bring him back to life, waited so long for him to wake up, finally able to be together for many more years...
He hadn’t even waited for her child to be born. She hadn’t had time to repay him, had no time to do anything...
"Ah... I don’t want, I don’t want you to leave... Grandpa, ah..."
Rong Mochen’s heart ached intensely, hardening his heart, he turned Jin Jumo’s face away, preventing her from looking at Jin Jiancheng’s remains. Embracing her securely, he whispered painfully in her ear, "Little Mo, today is Grandpa’s big day; you need to be strong. Grandpa is still here, if he sees you like this, he’ll be sadder than you are. Do you want him to leave with worry about you?"
"Ah..." Jin Jumo clutched her chest, crying out with all her strength, as if this could lessen the pain in her heart, but it couldn’t; it still hurt—a lot.
Jian Liangtong had long since become a tearful mess behind her, slumped against Huo Shaojun, unable to stand upright.
Huo Shaojun, while pitying her, was at a loss, only able to hold her, gently patting her back.
Before the guests arrived, Jin Jumo’s emotions settled somewhat, yet she still held Jin Jiancheng’s urn, standing absent-mindedly to the side.
Around ten o’clock, people began to trickle in for the funeral.
All were people Jin Jiancheng knew during his lifetime as well as employees from before the company’s bankruptcy.
Jin Jumo didn’t know how they learned of Jin Jiancheng’s death and didn’t care to find out.
When the company went bankrupt, and Jin Jiancheng suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized, their indifferent and opportunistic nature was still fresh in her mind.
The fact that they were attending the funeral now was likely due to someone else.
Those people followed protocol, all offering condolences to the family, speaking in similarly cliché phrases laced with deliberate flattery. Jin Jumo, unsure of whether she heard or not, gave no response.
By ten-thirty, a few of Rong Mochen’s friends arrived. Gu Yan, usually quite glib, merely sighed softly upon seeing Jin Jumo.
Xiao Nanqing walked up to her, said nothing, but stared for a few seconds before moving on.
Mu Yan, following behind him, was crying so hard she couldn’t speak. Xiao Nanqing glanced back, twisting his brow when she didn’t follow. Looking back, he saw Mu Yan standing awkwardly in front of Jin Jumo, unsure what to do.
Sighing inwardly, Xiao Nanqing walked over, gripping Mu Yan’s thin shoulder, and led her away.
Lei Yicheng’s rugged face was grave, his lips moving twice, "I’m sorry."
Jin Jumo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, not raising her eyes to look at him.
Lei Yicheng pressed his lips tightly together and left.
After eleven, Rong Sinan arrived with Tang Ruan.
Seeing Jin Jumo’s haggard and pale face, Tang Ruan squinted slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching coldly as her eyes swept over the bulge beneath her black dress.
Rong Sinan and Tang Ruan walked up to Jin Jumo.
Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo, who used to greet him with a cheerful "Brother Rong," now wrapped in deep sorrow and depression, and couldn’t help but sigh, softly saying, "Momo, my condolences."
Jin Jumo did not respond.
Tang Ruan’s brow moved, "Miss Jin, the deceased has passed, please try not to be too sad."
It goes without saying, Jin Jumo still didn’t respond to her.
Just as Rong Sinan and Tang Ruan were about to leave in front of Jin Jumo, Tang Yige, dressed in a black qipao and a black vintage coat, gracefully walked in from the entrance of the funeral home.
Upon seeing Tang Yige, a glimmer shone in Lei Yicheng’s dark eyes, and he walked towards her, "Little Ge..."
Just as he spoke, Tang Yige gave him a cold look and brushed past him, heading straight for Jin Jumo.
Lei Yicheng watched Tang Yige’s slender back and raised an eyebrow.
Tang Yige did her best to avoid looking at Rong Sinan and Tang Ruan, but as she got close to Rong Sinan, she slightly tightened her grip on her black clutch, took a light breath, looked at Jin Jumo, and spoke hoarsely, "Momo, from now on, Sister Yi will be your real sister. If anything happens, Sister Yi will protect you. We’ve got nothing to fear, okay."
Having heard too many words of condolence and encouragement to not be sad, Tang Yige’s words were like a warm current flowing through Jin Jumo’s heart.
Jin Jumo still didn’t speak but looked up at Tang Yige, her eyes bloodshot.
Tang Yige halted her words, her eyes also moist, and she reached out to pat Jin Jumo’s shoulder before moving to stand beside Gu Yan and Lei Yicheng.
Lei Yicheng slightly narrowed his eyes and subtly moved his burly body closer to Tang Yige.
Tang Yige frowned slightly and glared up at him.
Lei Yicheng could see she was genuinely angry and also remembered that today was Jin Jiancheng’s funeral day, so he instantly fell silent.
Tang Yige, seeing this, finally withdrew her gaze.
At the same time, a deep gaze shot towards her.
Some people are special, even their gaze is unique.
Tang Yige didn’t need to look up to know who the owner of that gaze was.
She couldn’t help feeling tense, her body tightly wound, lips pressed firmly together, her breath strained.
Tang Ruan, upon seeing that Rong Sinan’s gaze had been fixed on Tang Yige ever since she arrived, asked with a flicker in her eyes but a puzzled tone, "Sinan, why are you always looking at Yige?"
Tang Ruan’s voice was very soft, yet it was very noticeable in the solemn and quiet funeral hall.
For a moment, all eyes in the hall shifted back and forth between Rong Sinan and Tang Yige.
Tang Yige’s fingers, clutching her purse, turned white from the pressure, and her deliberately restrained breathing became rapid.
Lei Yicheng’s lips curled slightly into a cold line, his eyes sweeping challengingly towards Rong Sinan.
Receiving his gaze, Rong Sinan’s gentle brows slightly furrowed, calmly withdrawing his gaze as if he had never looked at Tang Yige.
Tang Ruan almost imperceptibly frowned, pressed her lips together, and looked at Tang Yige again, her hand on Rong Sinan’s arm tightening.
Rong Mochen chose a burial site for Jin Jiancheng in the Ningyi Cemetery in the southern part of the city. The Ningyi Cemetery is serene and beautiful, far from the bustling areas, undisturbed by the outside world.
Jin Jumo’s adoptive parents’ graves are also in Ningyi, adjacent to Jin Jiancheng’s.
Standing in front of Jin Jiancheng’s tombstone, Jin Jumo looked at the warm smile on the cold stone slab, her vision blurred.
Not long ago, he was still happily discussing wedding plans with her, telling her to take care and recover well, hoping to be discharged before the New Year to spend it with her.
But now, he has left her forever, not even having the chance to say goodbye.
Jin Jumo clenched her hands, her blood-red eyes turning to the tombstone of Jin Ruohong and his wife beside them, her heart clenching painfully.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, it started to drizzle at the cemetery, and people who came to bid farewell began to leave in small groups.
In the end, only a few friends of Rong Mochen remained, as well as Jian Liangtong, Mu Yan, Tang Yige, and a few others.
Rong Mochen took off his coat, sheltering Jin Jumo without urging her to leave, but accompanying her in his own way.
Seeing Rong Mochen’s action, Tang Ruan, protected under Rong Sinan’s arm, widened her gentle eyes in disbelief.
He could do this for her. He was Rong Mochen, the unchallenged legend of Z City!
The rain grew heavier, Rong Mochen frowned slightly, his short black hair wet with rainwater, hanging over his brows, adding a touch of rebellious wildness to his aloof demeanor.
He turned slightly, looking at Huo Shaojun and the others, his voice low, "Get out."
The few men shielded the women well, barely getting wet, but the men themselves were drenched.
Despite Mu Yan being playful, her health hadn’t been great since childhood; standing in the cold wind for so long, her body started to tremble.
Xiao Nanqing pressed his thin lips, frowned, nodded at Rong Mochen, and then quickly secured Mu Yan under his arm, giving her no chance to resist, and strode forward briskly.
Afterward, Rong Sinan glanced at Tang Yige, who was shielded under Lei Yicheng’s arm, and left with Tang Ruan.
As Rong Sinan turned, Tang Yige’s lowered lashes lifted, gazing longingly at his graceful back.
"Let’s go too." Lei Yicheng, seeing her staring longingly at Rong Sinan, frowned deeply and said.
Tang Yige obeyed, finally shifting her gaze towards Jin Jumo, who stood straight before Jin Jiancheng’s tombstone, a silent sigh sweeping through her heart.