Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Chapter 182: Looking For Wife

The day before New Year's Eve, Xiang Ran got off work early.

The Xu family distributed some New Year's goods.

She was holding the cherries in her hand and met Aunt Zhang outside the door. She gave the box of cherries to Aunt Zhang.

In Xiang Ran's opinion, cherries are far less delicious than the ones from her hometown.

Besides, Xia Yun bought a lot online, and there is still a lot in the refrigerator.

Aunt Zhang said, "Take some back and eat them. Aren't cherries what you young people love to eat?"

"I have a lot at home. Aren't your son and daughter-in-law coming today? Ask them to take some back for your grandson!" Xiang Ran said.

Aunt Zhang, carrying cherries, looked a little embarrassed. She asked, "I haven't seen Shaohua come to pick you up recently. Did he go back to Hong Kong for the New Year?"

Xiang Ran hurriedly said, "I don't know if he's returned to Hong Kong! Actually...Mr. Mo and I are just ordinary friends."

"Ah!" Aunt Zhang opened her mouth wide, "I thought you were his girlfriend."

Xiang Ran waved her hands: "No, no, I like macho men. Mr. Mo is not my type."

"Oh, I see." Aunt Zhang looked a little embarrassed. "That's fine. After all, you like children so much."

"Huh?" Xiang Ran was confused. "What?"

"You don't know?" Aunt Zhang's expression flashed with a hint of gossip.

It’s like the look on the face of the old lady at the intelligence bureau at the entrance of a rural village, who is trying hard to hold back but also wants to talk.

"Aunt Zhang, what's going on?" Xiang Ran leaned over and added the common language of the village intelligence bureau - "You tell me, I won't tell anyone else."

After getting Xiang Ran's assurance, Aunt Zhang "spoke freely".

She glanced around for a moment and whispered, "Shao Huaren is a very good man, but many years ago, the An family's youngest daughter broke off her engagement, which caused a lot of controversy. They said his sperm was not good and it might be difficult for him to have children."

"Ah!" Xiang Ran's jaw dropped in shock, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe it's just a rumor."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "I heard that too. I saw that you like children, so I wanted to remind you."

"Oh, then I'll leave. Don't worry. I'll forget about it after I hear about it." Xiang Ran laughed.

He got into a taxi in a flash.

Back at Xia Yun's apartment, she thought about it: Mo Shaohua looked delicate and tender, and indeed his beard and hair did not seem to be very thick.

Of course...sperm motility may have nothing to do with hair.

In the evening, Xiang Ran even praised Xia Yun: "I think you have a really sharp eye!"

"What do you mean?" Xia Yun asked.

Of course Xiang Ran couldn't spread any gossip about Mo Shaohua.

But I still admire Xia Yun for being able to describe Mo Shaohua as "Dr. Wen who castrated himself."

"The new wool coat you bought suits you very well," Xiang Ran said.

Xia Yun tilted her head: "That's it? You have such a sharp eye?"

During the Spring Festival, before spring arrived, a big event happened in the Sheng family.

Sheng Yimin died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

This winter was colder than usual, but the Spring Festival was just a few days away. Usually, elderly people with underlying diseases would survive until the Spring Festival. Unexpectedly, Sheng Yimin, who usually looked healthy, did not make it through the Spring Festival.

It is heartbreaking that the old man left without a word.

But Mr. Sheng is already 93 years old, which is quite old compared to ordinary people.

He went from the war in the Republic of China to the founding of New China, protected himself in various movements, experienced the reform and opening up and the era of the global village, and even learned to play Tik Tok on his smartphone a year before his death.

His life can only be said to be wonderful.

On the day of Mr. Sheng's funeral, Xiang Ran and Aunt Zhang also went there by car with Xu's parents.

Mr. Sheng has many students and former officials, and he is kind and generous. Even the suppliers of Yixing come from other places to kowtow and burn incense.

So when Xiang Ran took the initiative to ask to kowtow to the old man,

No one in the Xu family was surprised at all.

The mourning hall was decorated in a desolate white, and the Sheng family members sat on the straw according to their seniority.

There was an endless stream of people paying homage, and amidst the sadness there was a hint of bustling activity.

Xiang Ran's gaze passed through the crowd in front and saw Sheng Yinlan and his wife and Lele. They were already wearing mourning clothes behind the curtain and had arrived a long time ago.

She also saw Xiao Songxuan, wearing a red hat and black armband, being held in Sheng Mian's arms, curiously looking at the flame on the candlestick...

Finally, in front of the table in the smoke-filled mourning hall, she saw a familiar figure.

The man was returning greetings and exchanging pleasantries with the guests who came to pay their respects.

He was dressed in white mourning clothes,

girded with linen,

Every gesture is impeccable.

The gentleman's demeanor is engraved in his bones.

Sheng Yu could not work hard after the liver transplant surgery, and Sheng Mian was no longer working at Yixing, so Sheng Yang naturally became the chief mourner.

Xiang Ran wore a mask and lowered his head, following behind the two elders of the Xu family.

Come to the coffin.

She and Aunt Zhang knelt side by side on the mat, put their hands together, and kowtowed three times.

The line was very long.

Friends and relatives might come to the tent where the relatives are sitting and say a few words.

Only the disciples of high-ranking officials and the wealthy and famous will go to the deceased to shake hands, comfort and greet.

Aunt Zhang just followed her master to express her grief and loyalty.

How can I move forward?

After bowing, she pulled Xiang Ran up.

Unexpectedly, Beibei suddenly poked her head out from behind the curtain and waved at them: "Teacher Tina!"

"Stay still!" Aunt Zhang put her hand to her lips and mouthed to Beibei.

Perhaps because she was afraid that Beibei would run out, she pulled Xiang Ran's hand and quickly retreated to the side.

Xiang Ran caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes sweeping over.

My heart skipped a beat.

Dare not stay,

I lowered my head and followed Aunt Zhang out...

Although Mr. Sheng always expressed his wish to keep his funeral simple,

But the Sheng family held this funeral in a grand manner.

First, it involves the inheritance of political and business relations between three generations: old, middle-aged and young. Second, the Sheng family has given a very clear signal to the outside world that Sheng Yang is the helmsman.

Therefore, no matter from the perspective of interests, relationship inheritance, or power transfer, this funeral cannot be simple.

The guests have left and friends and relatives have returned home.

Sheng Yang, who hadn't slept for two days, asked Aunt Gao and Xiao Fu to take Song Xuan back to Jinxiu Villa first.

He himself returned to the old villa at No. 107 Sheng's House with his uncle, Sheng Mian and others.

The small room had been tidied up by my aunt in advance.

Sheng Yang was lying on the bed in a daze. He looked up and saw the painting on the wall - "Hope of Mangnolia"

Soon, he heard a voice speaking.

“I’m disappointed.

I thought you would show up.

Shouldn't you come?

You should have come.

Grandpa was buried today.