Chapter 3: Death on the Wedding Night

Xu Junye died.

Died on the wedding night.

Jiang Ruyi stood aside, listening to Song Li's grief-stricken cry, watching the rest of the Xu family wipe their tears sincerely or falsely, and finally set their eyes on Xu Junye.

He was still lying in the big red brocade quilt, motionless.

Now there are very few people who cover this kind of quilt, and I heard that Chongxi wants to cover this kind of big red brocade quilt, otherwise it will not work.

So this brocade quilt was specially bought by Song Li in the countryside.

But after all, he couldn't keep that person.

Jiang Ruyi watched coldly, and her mood was very calm, as if everything that happened around her had nothing to do with her.

But when she thought of Xu Junye's warm black eyes looking at her, and when he gently called her 'Ruyi', she couldn't help but feel sour.

Mo Shang gentleman is like jade......

If he wasn't sick, would she be able to fantasize about being happy?

......

Xu Junye's funeral was very grand.

Coupled with the status of the Xu family in Jiangcheng, this funeral made the entire upper circle of Jiangcheng come to see off Xu Junye.

Xu Junye had no children, and no one guarded his soul for him, so Song Li asked Jiang Ruyi to stay in the mourning hall until after the cremation, and then stuffed the urn into her hand.

Jiang Ruyi subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when she thought of Huaicheng's mother and younger brother, she could only take it hard.

Finally, after the funeral, she breathed a sigh of relief, but as everyone knows, she has become the talk and joke of the upper circle of Jiangcheng after dinner.

Overnight, she went from a girl to a widow, with a Kefu hat on her head.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Junye's first seven days have passed, and the sad atmosphere of the Xu family seems to have lightened a little.

Think about it, Xu Junye has been in poor health since he was a child, and he has been sick for so many years, everyone has long been prepared for his early death, besides, Ding Xingwang, the great cause of the Xu family, is missing, and it will not affect the interests of the Xu family, what is there to be sad about?

Even Xu Junye's father, Song Zhongdong, only shed a few tears on the night of his son's death, and he couldn't wait to go to work just after his son's first seven days.

Go out early and return late, busier than anyone else.

The only one who is really sad is probably Xu Junye's mother, Song Li.

In just a week, she was already haggard, and the makeup she had always taken care of was no longer cared for, her hair was unkempt, she was wearing only a pair of pajamas, half leaning on the head of the bed and closing her eyes and pretending to sleep.

The maid Zhang's mother brought the porridge and side dishes to her bedside, looked at her and persuaded: "Madam, you better eat some, your body will not be able to stand it if you continue like this." ”

Song Li opened her eyes and looked at her: "What about Mr.?" ”

"Mr. went to work early in the morning."

When Song Li heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "He is really hard-hearted, Xiao Ye just died, and he still has the heart to be busy with his work?" ”

Zhang's mother persuaded her: "Mr. is the deputy mayor, and he has a heavy burden on his shoulders......"

"Humph!" Song Li didn't say anything about him anymore, but turned her head and mentioned Jiang Ruyi, "What is she doing?" ”

"The young lady went upstairs after coming down for breakfast, and she never came down since."

When Song Li heard this, her face suddenly became gloomy: "She, a broom star, has the face to eat, if it weren't for her life being too hard, how could my family Ye Ye go so quickly......"

"Ma'am, you'd better eat something first."

"What to eat, you go and call that broom star down for me, and let her serve me."

Zhang's mother was helpless: "Yes." ”

......

Jiang Ruyi was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

She had just called her mother, and she was a little worried that no one answered after calling twice.

Just as he was about to fight again, there was a knock on the door.