On the day Yuan Ying was cremated, she did not notify her relatives in her hometown. Since Ling Nuanqing's father passed away, she had almost cut off contact with people there.

Everyone knows that she is going crazy looking for her daughter. This is a bottomless pit that can’t be filled with no amount of money.

No one wants to get involved in such a relative, and Yuan Ying herself is also tough. Apart from the money from selling the house, she looked for jobs all the way, and never asked anyone to borrow money.

It was just that God was willing to do something, and she left without even enjoying the blessing for a day.

Ling Nuanqing knelt in the mourning hall, and except for waiting for cremation, there was no one to pay his respects.

Ling Shaocheng stood beside him and walked over several times to pull her, but Ling Nuanqing just didn't move.

"Nannuan, be good, get up first."

If you kneel like this, your knees can't stand it.

She didn't talk to him, as if there was no such person around her, and Ling Shaocheng had no way to do anything to her.

The assistant hurried in from outside, walked to Ling Shaocheng's side, and said something with his ears.

Ling Shaocheng frowned, got up and walked outside, and then spoke after reaching the door, "What other tricks do she want to do?"

"It's just that someone sent a wreath, and those people insisted on sending it in."

"Blow them all out."

The assistant looked at the kneeling figure, "It's a stalemate outside. Those people said that it was the young grandmother who asked him to send him to the mourning hall."

"The cat cries rats and pretends to be merciful. I don't need her to come here to pretend to be a good person."

Having said that, the matter still needs to be resolved. Some media have already stolen the situation about Yuan Ying. If something happens at the door of the funeral home, it will probably be difficult to end.

"Walk."

The assistant withdrew his gaze and followed Ling Shaocheng to walk out.

Ling Nuanqing looked at the portraits in her hands one by one. She had very few photos with Yuan Ying. They all took selfies with each other on their phones after they recognized each other.

She lit the lighter and threw the burning paper into the brazier. She saw the flames swallowing her mother's face and soon burned her eyebrows and eyes and her hair.

The desperate sadness was pressing over so fiercely that Ling Nuanqing herself didn't know how she survived it.

Bang--

The brazier in front of her was kicked over, and the piece of paper that flew out fell to Ling Nuanqing's hand, almost burning her hand.

A pair of women's legs stood beside Ling Nuanqing, and the red high heels on her feet were still diamond-clad. Ling Nuanqing just glanced at her and knew who it was without looking up.

"Ling Nuanqing, you should believe that there is retribution in this world now, right?"

Ling Nuanqing straightened the brazier, and the ground was covered in a mess, and the tin foil ash was scattered all over the floor.

"How did you come in?"

Ni Lei didn't move forward. After all, she felt unlucky and she didn't have such courage. "It's my little intention that I sent someone a wreath."

"You go out."

Ni Lei felt the wind blowing, and she even regretted it a little, "I thought you would cry to death. I've been separated for more than ten years, and I have no feelings, right?"

"Actually, you should think from a different perspective. Your mother is relieved like this, otherwise it would be so uncomfortable to see you fall like this?"

Ling Nuanqing tightly held the drawing paper in her hand. This was the scar in her heart. Not to mention that it was revealed, she still closed her eyes in front of her dead mother, hoping that Yuan Ying would leave peacefully.

"It is said to be an accident? Do you think this is possible? When she was working, she thought of your ugly things, so she was shocked and fell down?"

Ling Nuanqing picked up the lighter next to her and wanted to continue lighting the fire. Ni Lei actually kicked her wrist.

The sharp heel was like awl, kicking Ling Nuanqing's hand bone, and the bone felt a momentary tear.

"What kind of filial daughter are you pretending to be? If I were you, I would have hit me and died here. Aren't you afraid that your mother will be alone on the road to the underworld?"

Ling Nuanqing barely stood up, her legs were numb and her legs were standing there trembling. Ni Lei was not afraid that she would suddenly take action. Looking at Ling Nuanqing's appearance, a gust of wind could blow her down. She was absolutely weak now.

Ling Nuanqing walked toward her side. Ni Lei knew that her words were heavy and unpleasant, and she wanted to escape in panic.

She followed closely behind and saw Ling Nuanqing walking to a door next to her, "Ling Nuanqing, I'm talking to you, don't you understand human words?"

Ling Nuanqing opened the door and walked in. It looked like a simple rest room, very small, with a few chairs inside, just to relieve the overly sad relatives.

"Your mom..."

Ni Lei was still talking, and suddenly saw Ling Nuanqing turn around, her palm hooked behind Ni Lei's neck, and pushed her forward with force.

The sound of dada's high heels on the ground looked very embarrassed. Ni Lei couldn't stand firmly and bumped into one of the chairs.

She rushed out and smashed against the wall. She could only hear the sound of closing the door and heard it reaching her ears. Ling Nuanqing had returned to the mourning hall and locked the door with the key inserted into the lock.

Ni Lei hurriedly got up, she ran to the door and kicked the door panel, "Let me out!"

After all, this place is a funeral home. No matter how high-end it is, it is a place where people stay. She looked around and there were some strange paintings on the wall, especially the sorrow and joy echoing in this small room. Ni Lei suddenly felt broken, "Let me out!"

Ling Nuanqing stood there like a puppet without moving. She stared at the door panel and raised her hand to press it on the wall.

"ah--"

The light inside was turned off and he couldn't see his five fingers. Ni Lei was even more scared, "Ling Nuanqing, let me out."

She returned to the previous place and knelt down, took the drawing paper and lighter in her hand. When Ling Shaocheng returned to the mourning hall, he heard the sound coming from the rest room.

"Help!" Ni Lei was really scared. She always felt like someone was standing behind her back. She kept stomping her feet on the spot. "Did you hear me, let me out!"

Ling Shaocheng looked over and realized that the people who sent the wreath were just a cover.

The assistant followed behind, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard a shrill cry for help.

He walked over to check it out, but Ling Shaocheng stopped him. "What are you doing?"

Ni Lei pricked up her ears, and as the familiar voice fell into her ears, she slapped the door panel violently with her hands. "Shaocheng, let me out quickly, Shaocheng!"

The assistant pointed at the door, and Ling Shaocheng squatted down and looked at the mess on the ground. It was obvious that Ni Lei had just shown her power.

"Did you hear any sound?" Ling Shaocheng looked up and asked the assistant.

Ni Lei's shouting might have lifted the ceiling, and her assistant rolled in her throat, "I didn't hear it."

Ling Shaocheng lowered his gaze, "I didn't hear it either."

Ni Lei took out her cell phone and wanted to find someone, but when the screen lighted up, the room seemed even more terrifying.

Her face was pale, and Ni Lei quickly put her phone back. "Shaocheng, save me!"
Chapter completed!