Huo Yanshen, Song Xiuyuan, Yingying, Mr. Si, and some people she had met but couldn't name.
These people are all close friends of Rong Jiuci.
Murong Rong was surprised. She originally thought that Rong Jiuci planned to bury An quietly without disturbing anyone.
But I never thought that not only did he have no intention of hiding it, but he also invited so many friends.
"Let's go over and say hello to everyone."
Huo Yanshen knew their identities. Seeing Rong Jiuci and Murong Rong walking over, his eyes couldn't help showing sadness: "Brother Jiu, my condolences to Miss Mu."
"Thanks."
"The little girl will have a good life in heaven."
"Thank you, thank you."
After saying a series of thanks, Murong Rong stopped in front of Mr. Si and said hoarsely: "Thank you for making this trip."
Mr. Si looked sad and sighed: "It's not hard work, it's all deserved. Although the formal apprenticeship banquet has not been held yet, An'an is my youngest disciple in my heart."
Accompanying Mr. Si is An An’s former piano teacher Cheng Yi.
He said: "After learning that something happened to our little junior sister, my teacher was furious. He was ill for a week before he slowly recovered. Moreover, the teacher has announced to the public that Mu An'an is our little junior sister and Master's closed disciple."
Murong Rong also later learned the identity of Mr. Si from the Internet. He was the internationally famous piano master Kong Cang.
Originally, she had always been very happy for An An to have such a teacher, even if it was only such a short fate.
She never expected that Mr. Si would make such a decision.
Murong Rong bowed deeply to Mr. Si: "Thank you, An An will be very happy to know about it."
Murong Rong's fingers caressed the urn in her arms, and the urn that had been warmed by her body felt as warm and smooth as skin.
"You don't need to be so polite. I should be the one to say thank you for allowing me to receive such a satisfactory disciple at such an age."
The undertaker came over.
"Mr. Rong, the time is coming soon."
"good."
Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong and walked towards the cemetery together.
This is the ancestral tomb of the Rong family. The location of all burials is very particular. The grave belonging to An An has been dug.
The staff of the funeral home said: "Mr. Rong, please now put Miss An An's ashes into the grave."
Before Rong Jiuci could speak, an angry voice came from behind—
"Stop it!"
Everyone turned to look over and saw Mrs. Rong walking over quickly, accompanied by her servant.
This woman, who had always been graceful and elegant, had anger all over her face at this moment, and her tone was extremely stern: "Rong Jiuci, what are you doing? Where is your brain? How could you let an outsider be buried in the Rong family's ancestral grave?
It’s your decision! Do you want everyone in Rong’s family to scold you for being unfilial?”
After scolding her son, Mrs. Rong suddenly turned her head to look at Murong Rong, her eyes were like looking at a beauty who brought disaster to the country and the people.
"Murong Rong, I know what you have in mind. You want to use this method to prove your specialness and your influence on Rong Jiuci! But let me tell you, this method is really stupid!
I, Rong Jiuci’s biological mother and the head matron of the Rong family, am here to tell you, unless..."
Unless I die, I will never let you gain a foothold in the Rong family!
"grandmother!"
When Mrs. Rong was about to say those words, she was suddenly interrupted by Chen Chen.
As soon as Mrs. Rong turned her head, she saw Chen Chen hurried over accompanied by Uncle Zhong. Maybe he was rushing too fast. He was still panting violently and his face was a little red.
"Chen Chen, why are you here?" After saying that, his eyes full of anger were directed at Murong Rong like a knife.
This woman is really good. For the daughter she gave birth to, she even ruthlessly used her Chen Chen!
Can she deserve Chen Chen's true love for her?
"Mommy didn't ask me to come, it was me who insisted on coming. My sister finally came home, and I wanted to come and see her and send her off." Chen Chen's eyes were red and swollen.
No matter how angry Mrs. Rong was, she couldn't say bad words in front of Chen Chen. She glared at Rong Jiuci and said sternly: "Rong Jiuci, are you sure you want to make trouble for this woman?"
Rong Jiuci was not surprised that his mother would show up. Since he didn't plan to do it quietly, he naturally considered all the consequences.
"Mom, this is my decision and has nothing to do with Murong Rong."
"It doesn't matter? Do you think I'm a fool?" Mrs. Rong saw that Rong Jiuci was unmoved. She looked at Murong Rong angrily: "Murong Rong, I must admit that you are very powerful. You must not only be able to bewitch Rong Jiuci.
, I can still coax Chen Chen. However, the rest of the Rong family are not so easy to fool. This matter will never be settled like this, I want to see how you convince the other members of the Rong family."
Mrs. Rong dropped these words and left quickly. She didn't want to look at Murong Rong again.
When Murong Rong saw Mrs. Rong being so angry, she felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but hug the urn in her arms tighter.
Rong Jiuci patted Murong Rong's back comfortingly: "Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
He had already guessed it before he made the decision to let An An be buried in the Rong family's ancestral grave.
Murong Rong bit her lip, but at this moment she couldn't say any words of rejection.
After getting permission, the funeral home staff began to come out to conduct the ceremony.
An An is young, so the ceremony is solemn but simple.
"Miss Mu, please put the urn into the tomb now."
"Rong Rong, let's go." Rong Jiuci supported Murong Rong and put the ashes in the urn together.
The funeral home staff immediately led people to start burying the soil.
Murong Rong stood aside and watched. When the small urn was about to be buried in soil, her emotions suddenly lost control.
"An'an!" Murong Rong rushed inside as if he was crazy.
No, she couldn't let An An be buried.
This is her daughter.
She is the daughter to whom she owes a lot.
"Rong Rong! Calm down!"
Murong Rong cried and begged: "Rong Jiuci, An An is afraid of the dark, and she is very timid. She dare not live alone. I beg you, can you bring her back? Okay?"
Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong tightly: "In the future, our family of four will be reunited."
He looked at Murong Rong and lowered his voice softer: "An An just went home first. We will be with her in a hundred years. Let An An sleep first now, okay?"
Murong Rong stared at Rong Jiuci for a long time, then suddenly burst into tears.
Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong tightly and patted her back with his big palms in a comforting manner, amidst her sad voice.
A tear fell from the corner of Rong Jiuci's eyes, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
The ceremony continued, and all the guests placed the flowers in their hands in front of the newly erected tombstone to say their final goodbyes. Looking at the little photo of the girl above, everyone felt very uncomfortable.
After the farewell ceremony was over, Cheng Yi accompanied Mr. Si to say goodbye: "Miss Mu, there are some things for An An at the piano store. You can go and get them when you have time."
"Okay." Murong Rong bowed like Mr. Si: "Thank you."