Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Zhuang Yuwei's funeral was scheduled for five days later.

The weather was very hot that day, with strong sunshine and strong wind.

Not many people knew that Zhuang Yuwei had been hidden by Ling Zhengqing in Jingxin Garden for recuperation. Most of them were known to Ling Che's close friends. So when she was buried, Ling Che didn't hold a big ceremony. He simply chose a low-key burial site at Ling Zhengqing's grave site and buried the two together.

If they can't grow old together in life, then let them be together after death.

There were not many people coming to mourn on the day of the funeral.

In the vast cemetery, rows of black tombstones were neatly arranged, and beneath the clean stone tablets were white chrysanthemums and offerings. A few people stood silently in front of the tombstones, dressed in black, their faces heavy.

The young man and woman in the front half-crouched in front of the tombstone, staring at the two black and white photos on the tombstone in silence for a long time.

A breeze blew, turning Qiao Ruyi's eyes red.

"I've never seen Ling Che like this."

Song Xilan stood not far away, supporting Song Yanzhi who was leaning on a crutch, and said with red eyes.

Song Yanzhi was dressed in black and looked at Ling Che's back for a long time without saying anything.

He had seen Ling Che when he had shed his arrogance and was lonely.

One was when his father died, and the other was when Qiao Ruyi left him to go abroad.

This was the third time he saw Ling Che surrounded by deep loneliness.

Han Luochen, Ou Zilin and others stood there without saying a word, just staring quietly at the two people in front of the tombstone.

In the southeastern corner of the cemetery stood a huge tree. Unknown yellow petals were blown by the breeze, fluttering and spinning, and then landed on the shoulder of the man in front of the tombstone.

Qiao Ruyi glanced sideways at the white flower on Ling Che's shoulder, picked it up, and placed it in front of the tombstone. She turned to look at the man's handsome and cold profile and whispered, "Ling Che, your parents just came to see you."

Ling Che turned his head to look at her, the red bloodshot under his eyes had not yet faded, and his dark pupils flashed.

"They let the wind bring flowers to you." Qiao Ruyi smiled gently and said, "They want you to live in peace."

Ling Che looked at her pretending to be strong smile, and his deep eyes trembled.

She was obviously very sad, but she had been pretending to be strong these days to accompany him and comfort him. She even worried about Zhuang Yuwei's funeral.

He turned his head and stared at the tombstone, then grabbed her hand and held it in his, as if he had regained some power.

"Go home," he said.

The two stood up and turned around, seeing two figures walking towards them.

One of the figures was trembling with a cane.

Ling Shuang supported Ling Gu as they walked over. Ling Shuang's eyes were red. She was so heartbroken looking at Ling Che that she couldn't say any words of comfort. She could only pat his shoulders with heartache and straighten his hair that was messed up by the wind.

Ling Che looked at Ling Gu, "Grandpa."

Ling Gu glanced at him and nodded, then walked to the tombstone, his old eyes fixed on the two photos on the tombstone.

"Zhengqing, you and Xiaowei are finally reunited." He said with a melancholy tone, then with relief, "Dad is relieved too."

After he said this, he stood in front of the tombstone and looked at it for a long time.

"Grandpa." Ling Che walked up to him. After not seeing him for a while, Ling Gu seemed to have aged a lot.

His body was not fit to stay here for long. Ling Che advised in a hoarse voice, "You should go back first."

Ling Gu heard the voice and turned to look at him. His eyes suddenly became clear. "A Che, you are already twenty years old this year. Your father is gone, and the burden of the Ling family is in your hands."

Ling Che frowned slightly, "Grandpa, I'm already twenty-seven."

"Twenty-seven?" Ling Gu clearly didn't believe it. "Stop lying to me. You're talking nonsense now, kid. I don't believe you."

Qiao Ruyi also sensed something was wrong and looked at Ling Gu, "Grandpa, Ling Che is already 27 this year, did you remember it wrong?"

"Who are you?" Ling Gu looked at her suspiciously. After a few glances, he suddenly smiled kindly and asked, "A Che, do you have a girlfriend? This girl looks nice and pretty. Whose daughter is she?"

When Qiao Ruyi heard his words, she tightened her grip on Ling Che's hand. Didn't Grandpa remember her?

Ling Che knew completely that something was wrong with Ling Gu. He frowned and looked at Ling Shuang, just meeting Ling Shuang's helpless eyes.

"Your grandfather's memory has been fluctuating lately. Sometimes he remembers everything, and sometimes he remembers nothing." Ling Shuang said, "When he can't remember, his memory stops at the time when you were twenty years old."

That year was the year his son Ling Zhengqing passed away.

"When did this happen?" Ling Che asked her with a frown, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Your grandfather told me not to tell you when he remembered. He said you have too many things to do right now and can't let you worry about such a small matter." Ling Shuang supported Ling Gu and looked at Ling Che with a sigh. "The doctor said it's Alzheimer's disease."

"......" Qiao Ruyi's breath was choked, and she looked at Ling Gu in disbelief.

Grandpa is sick?!

Ling Shuang continued, "When he had a normal memory today, he learned about your mother's passing and insisted on coming to see her off. But now, he seems to have forgotten it."

Qiao Ruyi quickly turned to look at Ling Che and found that his expression was not very surprised, but rather unusually calm, as calm as if nothing had happened.

Having just experienced the pain of losing his mother and then learning that his grandfather was ill, he was surprisingly calm.

Qiao Ruyi was a little surprised.

"Aunt." Ling Che's eyes fell on Ling Gu, "Take good care of Grandpa."

"I will, don't worry." Ling Shuang said, "Take care of yourself first, and take good care of Ruyi."

......

The white moonlight shines on the lawn in the front yard of Yujingwan.

The man, dressed in black, sat on the steps by the swimming pool and raised his hand to pour a glass of white wine into the soil beside him.

The strong aroma of wine spread around him, and Qiao Ruyi sat quietly beside him, accompanying him silently.

He gathered the shawl she was wearing and smiled for the only time he had in the past few days.

He looked at her and said, "Qiao Ruyi, I probably haven't told you who Qi Tai and Tang Ming are."

Qiao Ruyi shook her head and waited for him to continue.

"They were orphans trafficked to Country Y. The year I met them, I was still training at the training base. They were begging on the roadside. I don't know why I felt so kind, but I rescued them. But they insisted on following me around like little dogs, saying they had nowhere else to go. They were even willing to follow me and become my servants."

Ling Che poured another glass of wine, then took a sip himself. He looked at the moonlight in the distance and smiled softly, "I was forming my own mercenary team at the time, just to use them in the future, so I threw them in for training. This training lasted for more than ten years."

"Qi Jin and Qi Shui..." Qiao Ruyi thought for a moment and then said, "Does this also include Luosha Hall?"

"That's right." Ling Che ruffled her hair. "Except for Ou Zilin, I rescued all the others. They were trained through hard work at the training base, and they were willing to follow me through life on the brink of death."

"Each of them has walked the brink of life and death several times, and they all value my life more than their own." Ling Che turned to look at Qiao Ruyi, his eyes dimming. "I also thought I had many ways to protect them."

But the reality is that they never care about their own lives, they only care about his life and the lives of those he cares about.

He simply gave them a chance to live, but they responded with their lives.