Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mo Jinrong hung up.

Old Mrs. Mo was confused.

“Rascal! How dare you hang up on me!”

“Old Mrs. Mo, does Young Master Jinrong have a plan? Young madam is the daughter-in-law of the Mo Family and even if they want to hold a funeral, it will be handled by the Mo Family. Which parental family would be so eager to hold a funeral? I don’t think the Lan Family is easy to deal with.”

Nanny Wu speculated.

“The Lan Family is not bad, but I heard that they have a worrisome son. It’s a headache. Forget it, I’m going to see what this family is up to. Anran’s life and death are still uncertain, but they are already organizing a funeral. This is outrageous!”

Old Mrs. Mo had never seen such an outrageous family like the Lan Family and was filled with contempt.

….

Soon, Lan Tingyi had prepared everything. The funeral was to be held in an abandoned warehouse. It was chosen because it was cheap and Lan Tingyi couldn’t bear to spend the money to rent an expensive venue.

Now, many reporters were gathered together, waiting for Mo Jinrong to appear.

When Lan Yanran came to this place, he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. How could his sister’s funeral become so shabby? Fortunately, it wasn’t real, or else he would have beaten them to a pulp.

Xu Yanshan was busy greeting guests and serving simple tea with a smile on her face, as though nothing had happened.

“Oh, my sister is gone and you still have the cheek to amass so much wealth? You still have the cheek to accept money?”

Lan Yanran walked over to Lan Yaxin’s side and spoke angrily.

Lan Yaxin counted the money again and again, pretending to be very sad as she cried.

“Yanran, my relationship with Sis isn’t good usually, but I’m upset that she’s gone. I’m taking the money for Second Uncle and Second Aunt temporarily. I’ll give it to you when it’s over. Why don’t you take the money?”

Lan Yaxin looked in Lan Tingyun’s direction with tears in her eyes.

“You’re holding a funeral for Anran in such a place?”

Lan Tingyun was furious and anxious. He looked around and saw that there were only a few wreaths, a large portrait, and a podium that was larger than a wreath. He couldn’t accept that this was a funeral for his daughter.

“Tingyun, our finances are limited and we don’t have the money to rent a good place. We’ll just make do with this place.”

Lan Tingyi spoke aggrievedly. There wasn’t a hint of sadness on his face, but was instead a thirst for money.

“We didn’t ask you to hold this funeral, but you insisted. Now that my daughter’s funeral is so pitiful, how can I face Anran?”

Li Yueru cried.

“Enough! What are you crying for? Anran is dead, stop crying and let her leave peacefully!”

Zhao Xiumei was impatient.

At this moment, Lan Yaxin’s classmates rushed over. They said they were here to pay their respects, but in fact, they were here to see Lan Yanran.

“Is Anran really dead?”

Sun Hui’s eyes were swollen from crying.

Lan Yaxin nodded, covering her face and crying.

Zhao Xiaolei, who was by the side, cried the loudest. Her deskmate, who had been with her all day, disappeared in an instant.

“Anran, you didn’t tell me you were married to Mo Jinrong? Anran, where are you?”

Lan Yaxin felt embarrassed and walked elsewhere.

At this moment, many classmates surrounded Lan Yanran. Seeing his haggard appearance, they took pictures and posted them on the forum to discuss his mental state.

“What are you doing? If you’re not here to mourn my sister, please leave immediately!”

Lan Yanran faced the many cameras and spoke impatiently, turning to leave.

At this moment, many people started to say that Lan Yanran was arrogant and would curse others after becoming a celebrity.

But the discussion was quickly overshadowed by the Mo Family.

Old Mrs. Mo arrived early to the memorial hall and was extremely disgusted by the sight. She had attended so many banquets and ceremonies, but none of them were like this. How could the granddaughter-in-law of the Mo Family be so shabby?

The group of reporters quickly surrounded her, placing their microphones in front of her and asking questions.

“Old Mrs. Mo, this is the first time you’ve appeared in such a memorial service. Are you going to admit that Mo Jinrong had concealed his marriage and jinxed his wife?”

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the reporter angrily.

“My grandson didn’t jinx his wife, it was just an accident. There’s no need to tell you about Jinrong’s marriage, it’s a private matter of the Mo Family.”

“Since Mo Jinrong hasn’t appeared yet, does that mean he doesn’t intend to appear in public? Or is he refusing to attend the memorial?”

The reporters continued to ask questions.

Old Mrs. Mo didn’t want to attend the memorial service. Faced with these annoying reporters and paparazzi, she didn’t want to answer any questions.

At this moment, Nanny Wu noticed Old Mrs. Mo’s impatience and gestured for the bodyguards to come over and surround her.

“Sorry, we won’t be accepting any more interviews. We’re here to mourn, not to attend the press conference.”

“Old Mrs. Mo, tell us. Is Mo Jinrong really not coming? Will he have a seventh wife?” the reporter asked.

Old Mrs. Mo glanced at the man and narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t want to see you in Rong City anymore!”

The group immediately fell silent, afraid to offend the old lady.

Lan Tingyi looked outside and hurried over to take a look, just in time to see Mo Changwen and Old Mrs. Mo walk in one after another..