Four Years Ago, Her Husband Cheated on Her Body - Chapter 28.2

Zhao Ming was completely immersed in his own fantasy, thinking about how to make his acting look realistic. He didn’t notice someone sitting down in the empty seat next to him until he was interrupted.

“Hello…” Zhao Ming turned instinctively to greet him, but froze when he saw the man’s face.

Wang Liang, CEO of Wangyang Technology. He had once won his first big business deal thanks to Zhu Nanyu’s appreciation.

That wasn’t the point. The point was: a while ago, rumors were flying in the industry that Wang Liang had a secret rendezvous with Jia Qiao on a balcony during a charity gala. Later, when they returned to their seats, Jia Qiao’s face was flushed, and Wang Liang wouldn’t say a word no matter what he was asked, looking as if he was secretly enjoying himself.

Because many people at the scene claimed that Wang Liang and Jia Qiao went to the balcony at the same time, and neither had ever clarified the situation, the rumors only grew wilder. It wasn’t until Jia Qiao was kidnapped recently that some people, out of misplaced concern, criticized Wang Liang—as the rumored lover—for not showing any concern for Jia Qiao.

Little did they know, the usually arrogant Wang Liang started trembling the moment he heard the name. “He was kidnapped… the one I should be concerned about is the kidnapper, right?”

Everyone assumed their relationship had crumbled and they had become enemies; they thought Wang Liang couldn’t wait for something bad to happen to Jia Qiao.

At this moment, Zhao Ming couldn’t for the life of him figure out what kind of insane matchmaking logic could possibly land Wang Liang in the first row.

Wang Liang turned to look at Zhao Ming, his face a picture of misery that screamed “I’m so happy to be here.”

“Hi.” He greeted Zhao Ming, and his first sentence was: “Are you on Chairman Jia’s blacklist too?”

Zhao Ming: “…??”

‘Master!’

Lu Min’s wound had just been stitched, so he didn’t dare bounce around as he used to. He was forced to be much more dignified and steady. Dressed in a black uniform, he truly looked the part of a proper butler.

He hadn’t fully recovered yet, and the doctors required him to be hospitalized for at least two weeks. But since today was the “big day” of Zhu Nanyu’s funeral, Lu Min insisted on being discharged. The doctors were so annoyed by him—they had never seen such a noisy mute. Only after confirming the wound was healing well did they agree to his discharge.

Lu Min was actually quite lucky; although his injury looked severe, it hadn’t hit any vital organs. Back at the hospital, Jia Qiao had breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news.

Lu Min smiled, showing his little canines, and wrote on his paper: ‘Thank you, Master~’

“Thanking me for what?” Jia Qiao felt it was uncalled for. “You got hurt because you were caught up in my mess.”

‘It’s all because Master doesn’t usually eat snacks, and there were too many high-end pastries at home. I was afraid of waste, so I kept eating and eating—the little belly I grew saved me!’

Seeing the familiar little rabbit drawings on the page, Jia Qiao felt both helpless and amused, his lips curling up slightly.

Lu Min’s eyes lit up, and he drew a smiling mouth on his paper: ‘Master, you smiled! It’s so pretty~’

“It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it.”

Could it be the same? Lu Min shook his head and wrote seriously: ‘Those were fake.’ He was mute, not an idiot. He could tell a real smile from a fake one.

Just like now, as a certain Young Master Zhang and Young Master Li appeared out of nowhere in front of Jia Qiao, their smiles were as fake as could be, and Jia Qiao clearly just wanted to get rid of them quickly.

Lu Min seized the moment to step in front of Jia Qiao, followed by two hulking bodyguards. He smiled and held up his spiral notebook: ‘I am in charge of receiving the guests today.’

‘Gentlemen, this way please~’

With a few words, he dispatched the annoying pests who were trying to take advantage of the situation to social climb. Lu Min turned back to look at Jia Qiao, feeling that he seemed a bit different today.

In what way exactly? Even the “Super Butler” who considered himself the person who understood Jia Qiao best in the world couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Regardless, his Master seemed to have something important on his mind, so it was best not to disturb him.

As Lu Min led Young Master Zhang and Young Master Li into the cemetery, another car pulled up at the roadside. The door opened, and before the person was even visible, the flash of dazzling blonde hair gave him away.

“Hi, lovely little Jia Qiao~”

The guests attending the funeral today were dressed very formally in stark black and white, some even carrying white chrysanthemums. Lanner, however, was even more casual than usual, wearing a simple turtleneck wool sweater in a bright beige color.

“I didn’t have any clothes suitable for a funeral. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Mm,” Jia Qiao hummed dismissively, sounding completely emotionless.

Lanner’s smile deepened as he winked. “But, I do have clothes suitable for a wedding~ If you hold another wedding next time, little Jia Qiao, please be sure to invite me~”

“…” Jia Qiao looked at him in silence.

At your own brother’s funeral, saying “if you marry again” to your brother’s widow… are you even human?

But then again, Zoa had been introduced by Lanner, who had insisted on pushing him toward Jia Qiao. If Lanner had known the truth all along, then his actions made sense.

Thinking back to their wedding day, Zhu Nanyu had jokingly mentioned there were several backup plans, even leaning into Jia Qiao’s ear to tease him, ‘Wear a wedding dress next time.’

A wedding dress… huh?

At the time, Jia Qiao thought it would be too much trouble to wear and rejected it without a thought. But over the past four years, Jia Qiao had dealt with so many troublesome things that wearing a wedding dress didn’t seem like a big deal anymore.

“Mm,” Jia Qiao nodded calmly. “I’ll invite you to the next wedding.”

“…Er, thanks.”

Lanner had only intended to tease Jia Qiao. He hadn’t expected him to agree so readily—it actually caught him off guard. Was Jia Qiao really planning to remarry? To whom?!

…Should he find a way to hint that “Little Zhu Zhu” was still alive?

Just as Lanner was feeling conflicted, another car drove up, and the “Golden Retriever” tactfully stepped away.

The car door opened, and Ji Fuling, dressed in a black qipao, walked slowly forward, supported by Chi Jinran.

After Old Man Zhu turned himself in and the two brothers, Zhu Xingwang and Zhu Fulu, were arrested, the massive Zhu family relied entirely on Ji Fuling to keep things running. There were too many messes to clean up, and the old lady was getting on in years, finding it a bit taxing. As the daughter-in-law, Chi Jinran took the initiative to return to the Zhu house to help Ji Fuling handle the mountain of follow-up tasks.

According to the police, the cases involving Zhu Fulu and Zhu Xingwang were numerous and the impact was particularly heinous; they were certain to face severe punishment. As for the elderly Old Man Zhu, who suffered from Alzheimer’s, although he wouldn’t go to prison, he had no one to care for him. The only relative they could contact, Ji Fuling, said she was too old and lacked the strength to care for him, so the police sent him to a public nursing home.

Conditions at the public nursing home were average. Ji Fuling had specifically noted that the family had debts to pay and no money to spare, so there was no need for any special care for Old Man Zhu. During this time, Old Man Zhu had caused a scene twice, insisting on contacting his ex-wife—the woman he had married after betraying Ji Fuling. As it turned out, the moment the ex-wife heard he was penniless and wanted her to support him, she immediately hung up the phone.

In contrast to Old Man Zhu, Ji Fuling, who usually spent her days in quiet Buddhist devotion, seemed to have “come alive” again. Her silver-white hair was combed immaculately into a high bun, and she wore a pair of understated gold pearl earrings; her grace was undiminished by the years.

“Grandmother.” Jia Qiao stepped forward, steadily supporting Ji Fuling’s other hand.

“Qiao Qiao.” Ji Fuling squeezed his hand and said in a low voice, “When you have the lawyer notarize the documents later, I have a will here as well. Let’s notarize them together.”

In the past, Jia Qiao wouldn’t have thought much of notarizing a will with a lawyer; it was just a standard legal procedure. But after everything he had been through, Jia Qiao gradually realized: it represented a love for a cherished person that transcended death.

Chi Jinran turned to look at Jia Qiao and said with a smile, “I have already set you as the manager of my overseas trust account. You can use it whenever you need.”

In truth, they both knew that Jia Qiao had inherited Zhu Nanyu’s wealth and taken over the Qianhe Group; he didn’t lack what they had to offer. Even so, the two women used their own ways to maintain the bond of family.

“Thank you, Chi…” Jia Qiao paused, then corrected himself, “Thank you, Mom.”

Chi Jinran was a bit surprised, but more than that, she was flattered. It took her a few seconds to respond, “Oh, you’re welcome.”

The two were led into the cemetery. Lu Min flipped through the guest list, checked it carefully, and then led them to the very last row, at the very edge.

“Wait, is it really okay to have the Old Madam and Ms. Chi sit that far back?!”

Before the parties involved could speak, the people around them erupted.

“Exactly! What’s wrong with Jia Qiao? Doesn’t he know the rules?”

“I heard the funeral was arranged a long time ago. Maybe back then he wanted to cut ties with the Zhu family to give Zhu Fulu and Zhu Xingwang a warning!”

“Even if it was arranged early, he could have made adjustments at the last minute! They are Chairman Zhu’s biological grandmother and mother! Even if they aren’t standing by the coffin keeping vigil, their seats should be at the very front!”

Hearing the commotion, Lu Min pulled out his notebook and wrote calmly:

‘Please, everyone, stay calm. Master must have his reasons for arranging things this way.’