The next day, Rong Lingling left the hospital despite the obstruction of Nan Jinhuai and others, and rushed back to the imperial capital to attend Yunzhe's funeral.
Since the Yun and Rong families had been pushed to the forefront, in order to avoid further questioning by the media, Yunzhe's funeral was not held until today, when the controversy was over.
It was raining heavily in the sky and dark clouds were gathering. Rong Lingling, dressed in black, got out of the car. Mo Chifeng was by her side, holding a black umbrella for her.
They arrived late, and the people attending the funeral were already leaving one after another, and they all looked sideways when they passed her.
She heard several discussions, and the topics were all around her and Yunzhe. Some people felt sorry that Yunzhe left early, and Yunfu and Yunmo sent the white-haired person to the black-haired person. Some people said that she and Yunzhe should be exchanged.
Mo Chifeng was furious after hearing this. He was just about to stop those people to ask for an explanation when he heard Rong Lingling speak slowly, "I guessed they would say this."
Her reputation in the imperial capital has always been bad, and she is used to it.
Yunzhe is gentle, humble, mature and rational, and has always been praised by others. It is not surprising that it is her who those people want to die.
"I don't think the young master of the Mo family is a good guy..."
Another word floated into the ears of the two of them. Rong Linngling tilted his head slightly and said, "I'm talking about you."
Mo Chi Feng also has a bad reputation, which is a coincidence.
"Whatever they say."
He doesn't care what the people of the Imperial City think of him. Anyway, he won't live in the Imperial City for a long time. Nanxun Villa is empty most of the time. He prefers the Eternal Night City outside the territory.
The two of them walked inside with the flowers in their arms. They didn't go far when they saw the Yun family who were covered in sadness.
Father Yun and Yun Li supported Yun Yu, who was almost unsteady on her left and right, and all three of them had red eyes.
Seeing this situation, the suppressed sourness in Rong Lingling's heart surged up again.
"Uncle Yun, Aunt Yun." She called softly.
Yun Mu looked up when he heard the sound, and when he saw it was her, he forcibly calmed down his emotions, "Xiao Zhe must be very happy to know that you are here to see him off for the last time. It's great. You are the only one who remembers what he likes."
Her speech was still gentle and gentle, and there was no hint of resentment.
Rong Linngling understood what Mica meant.
Yunzhe loved kapok the most during his lifetime because of its flower language - cherish the people around you and cherish the happiness in front of you.
She knew that Yunzhe didn't like Bai Ju, so she and Mo Chifeng specially prepared kapok before they came.
She thought about placing his favorite flowers in front of his monument, so that he would be happier knowing that he had the knowledge.
"I'm sorry, uncle and aunt." She still blamed herself.
"Lingling, this is not your fault, this is the murderer's fault, and it is also Xiaozhe's own fate." Father Yun said.
Although he was heartbroken, he still had sense. Rong Lingling was also a victim in this incident.
The Yun family left.
Rong Lingling and Mo Chifeng walked to Yunzhe's monument and put their umbrellas aside.
The two of them bowed towards his tombstone. Rong Lingling looked at his portrait. She swallowed back all the words she wanted to say before, leaving only one sentence, "Brother Yunzhe, I will make those people pay for their blood."
Pay!"
After speaking, he quickly walked to the side, raised his head, and wiped the corners of his eyes.
Only Mo Chi Feng was left in place.
It was the first time that he respected a love rival like this.
"I will take good care of her and protect the Yun family."
On the way back, the two of them were silent.
When Rong Lingling woke up, she found herself lying on a bed with no one around. There was a delicate vase on the white bedside table with delicate yellow roses in it.
Yellow rose, apologize for love.
She was scratching her head when she suddenly realized that the furnishings in this room looked very familiar, as if she had been here before.
She opened the door and went downstairs along the spiral staircase. Mo Chifeng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a laptop in front of him, looking attentive.
She remembered correctly, this is Nanxun Villa.
Mo Chifeng was good at making decisions and took her back to his home.
Hearing the voice, Mo Chifeng raised his eyes and asked, "Are you awake?"
"How did you bring me here?"
"You fell asleep in the car. I don't have the key to your house." Mo Chifeng answered flawlessly.
"Then you can send me to the Rong family villa." In short, it cannot be at Nanxun Villa.
"Didn't you move out from there?"
"If you move out, that will be my home too!"
How could such a big Rong family villa not have room for her to live?
"It's not as luxurious and comfortable as mine."
Rong Lingling, "..."
It is true that Nanxun Villa is as luxurious as a castle. There is no more comfortable house in the entire imperial capital. Mo Chifeng did this on purpose.
She was speechless and simply changed the subject, "What are you busy with?"
Mo Chifeng never avoided her, even though the relationship between the two was awkward now. He pushed the laptop towards her and said, "See for yourself."
Rong Linngling glanced briefly and felt like his head was spinning.
stock.
What Mo Chifeng is best at.
She pushed the laptop back.
Stocks and the like are not her expertise. She just understands and is not proficient.
"When will you go back?" she asked casually.
"tomorrow."
He came back just for her. She was leaving, so there was no need for him to stay.
"Send me back."
Mo Chifeng neither agreed nor refused, but mentioned the yellow rose she just saw on the bedside table in the bedroom, "Do you like that flower?"
"very beautiful."
Yellow roses are indeed beautiful and suitable for giving to friends. She also gave them to Jingye.
"Gone?"
"Gone."
Mo Chifeng closed the laptop and looked at her inquiringly.
Does she really not understand what the yellow rose represents? Or maybe she understands everything but deliberately refuses to clarify it with him.
Rong Linngling looked back calmly.
In the end, Mo Chifeng was defeated and stood up and hugged her shoulders, "Lingling, I borrow the flower language of yellow roses to apologize to you and let's make peace."
He was afraid that she would use the forces of both parties as an excuse again like last time, so he hurriedly said before she spoke that he didn't want to hear words like "the overall situation is the most important thing" again.
"If you don't trust us now, it doesn't mean we won't trust you in the future. You have to try and realize that we were all blinded by the temporary results and forgot that things are not static. Or we can put these things aside and plan for ourselves. We
I have concerns, but it’s just out of responsibility for my partners who have been through life and death, and it’s not like I signed a contract of betrayal, so why do I torture myself like this?”
It’s not like you have really given up your mind and hardened your heart. Why does being with the person you like become a luxury?
Rong Linngling thought that what he said made sense.
How come they are not torturing themselves when they are doing this now?
If she didn't love him, she wouldn't have stopped the people sent by Jiang Leng and Ke Lingye, nor would she have cried bitterly after the breakup.
She also knew that he still loved her, otherwise he would not be so stubborn, nor would he arrive as soon as he learned that she was attacked, nor would he cry because of her when he saw her seriously injured and unconscious.
This is the torture born out of love and controlled by interests.
As soon as the word "I" came out of his mouth, Ke Lingye called.
"Lingling, I want to tell you something." Ke Lingye's voice was solemn, making Rong Lingling feel uneasy.
"That friend of yours, Jingye, is actually codenamed Crystal Lan."