“Uncle, I didn’t see you so concerned about your divorce. Is Anran’s death related to you?”

Mo Jinrong’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, making Rong Ze shiver.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I already said I didn’t know anything previously. I only found out after watching the news. The Lan Family has already admitted it and they are organizing a memorial service.”

Mo Changwen continued to cover his face and cry, secretly glancing at Mo Jinrong.

“The memorial?”

Mo Jinrong was slightly taken aback.

“Yes, I thought about it. Anran is the daughter-in-law of the Mo Family and should be buried with the Mo Family, so I think we should participate in the memorial. Jinrong, why is your life so miserable? How many times do you have to marry?”

Mo Changwen’s face was covered in tears and mucus.

“Isn’t that all because of Uncle?” Mo Jinrong said calmly.

“Jinrong, don’t tell me you think I’m the one who did all these things? How could you suspect me?”

Mo Changwen was a little nervous and hurriedly cleared his name before continuing to cry.

“I didn’t say that it was Uncle’s doing. Uncle, don’t be so quick to admit to the accusation. I will be attending Anran’s funeral, but I won’t advertise it because I don’t want to tarnish the Mo Family’s name again.”

“Of course, I’ll inform the Lan Family and discuss Anran’s funeral matters. I wonder if they agree to her being buried in the Mo Family’s graveyard.”

Mo Changwen hurriedly wiped his tears and turned to leave.

“Your uncle is really interesting. He is so concerned about Lan Anran, are you really not going to make this public?” Rong Ze asked.

“Someone will announce it for me. My uncle loves doing things that he’s told not to do.”

Mo Jinrong smiled a smile that he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Rong Ze observed Mo Jinrong. He had exquisite features, clean clothes, and a faint smell of tobacco. How did he look like a man whose wife had just passed away?

It was a pity that Mo Changwen was blind and didn’t notice the change in Mo Jinrong.

“Young Master Mo, it seems like you have some secrets you don’t want me to know. Forget it, I’ll wait for your good news!”

Rong Ze smiled. After being together with Mo Jinrong for so many years, he didn’t believe that Mo Jinrong didn’t care about Lan Anran at all. He probably loved her deeply and couldn’t open his mouth.

….

Lan Yaxin had already publicized the news of Lan Anran’s death and was prepared to invite her classmates to mourn with her. In order to confirm whether Lan Anran’s death was really a gimmick, many people volunteered to participate.

The Lan Family.

“Regardless, Anran is the granddaughter of the Lan Family. She didn’t treat me well when she was alive, but now that she’s passed away, as her elder, I’ll forgive her and will do everything that I should do and let her depart in glory.”

Zhao Xiumei planned to hold a grand funeral, which she treated as a joyous occasion. She couldn’t wait to announce to the world that the Lan Family didn’t have a granddaughter like Lan Anran anymore.

“Tingyun, don’t be too sad. One can’t be revived after death,” Xu Yanshan smiled as she said.

“Ridiculous! Who told you to accept the interview? My daughter isn’t dead!”

Lan Tingyun was speaking the truth, but unfortunately, no one believed him.

“Tingyun! Anran has disappeared for many days already. Although the police couldn’t find her body, Yaxin knows her clothes. She was wearing this when she disappeared. You should just accept it.”

Lan Tingyi persuaded.

Although Lan Tingyun knew that his daughter wasn’t dead, he didn’t know where the shredded pieces of cloth came from. Besides, was Lan Yaxin the last person to see her in such a dress?

This made him very suspicious.

“Uncle, I was the last person to see her. Back then, she was wearing a pale pink coat and a long-sleeved shirt. How did it become such a tattered piece of cloth? The material doesn’t seem to be hers at all.”

Lan Yanran was puzzled.

“I really saw it. Yanran, you remembered wrong, I remembered that it’s this piece.”

Lan Yaxin was certain, but a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes.

“Alright, then can you say what that piece of clothes looks like? And when have you seen her?”

Lan Yaxin stammered in the face of Lan Yanran’s questions, not able to say anything. She only said that she remembered it clearly and couldn’t remember the exact time.

“You remembered her clothes but can’t remember the time. That doesn’t make sense, does it?”

Lan Yanran asked again.

“Sis went to the library with me. I heard that you were busy the other day, so I went. I was left alone in the library.”

Lan Yaxin was about to break down from the questions and her guilty voice was very low.

“Didn’t you say that you couldn’t remember the time? How did you remember it?”

Lan Tingyi couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped Lan Yanran.

“Rascal! Are you interrogating a criminal? No matter what, she is still your cousin. Don’t you believe anything she says? You have no manners!”

“Tingyi, this is no small matter. Anran’s corpse hasn’t even turned cold, we can’t hold the memorial!”

Li Yueru objected as well. Her daughter wasn’t dead yet, so organizing a memorial was inauspicious and she wasn’t willing to accept it.

“I have decided. Anran is no longer around, we must hold the memorial! We can’t let this drag on!”

Zhao Xiumei was slightly angry.

“Mom, don’t you think I have the right to make a decision about my daughter?” Lan Tingyun asked..