The Funeral

Mo Xuan didn’t wait long. The next day, he arranged the funeral, had his grandmother cremated, and then buried her.

It wasn’t that he was heartless, but his grandmother had mentioned it to him before: when she was no longer able to hold on, he should just cremate and bury her without any fuss. She didn’t want to trouble anyone.

During her time as a university professor, she had carefully guided many students and had numerous colleagues.

But Mo Xuan didn’t notify anyone. The old lady had told him, “It’s best not to tell anyone. I’m gone now, and there’s no need for a crowd to come and mourn me.”

In truth, Mo Xuan knew she just didn’t want others to grieve over her passing. If anyone should grieve, it was him, her grandson. After all, she was the one who had raised him.

Apart from the Mo family, the only ones who likely knew about her passing were Grandma Su and Grandma Zhang. Grandma Su called Mo Xuan to say she wouldn’t attend, nor would she let anyone from the Su family come.

“I don’t have the face to go.”

That was Grandma Su’s reason, though Mo Xuan no longer cared. In fact, if it weren’t for his grandmother’s passing, he wouldn’t have even thought of Su Yanran when calling Grandma Su.

As for Grandma Zhang, she was so heartbroken by the news that she fell seriously ill. Mo Xuan called Aunt Zhang to comfort her and urged them to focus on taking care of Grandma Zhang.

So, this extremely simple funeral was attended by only three people: Mo Xuan, Luo Shiya, and Luo Muqi. He didn’t even let his daughters come, instead telling them to wait at home.

Throughout the entire process, Mo Xuan didn’t cry, nor did he speak. He just stared blankly at his grandmother’s body.

“Xiao Xuan…” Luo Shiya gently took his hand. “Are you okay? Maybe you should rest for a bit. It’s just the three of us here. Muqi and I can handle everything.”

“I’m fine…”

Mo Xuan let out a soft laugh, but tears slowly began to fall. The so-called funeral was just Mo Xuan kneeling in front of his grandmother’s body, lost in thought, while Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi stood silently behind him.

Putting aside the memories he had lost, Mo Xuan’s childhood memories with his grandmother played in his mind like a film reel.

His grandmother was kind yet strict, and she had her own stubbornness. After her surgery, Mo Xuan had wanted to drop out of school to take care of her, but she had scolded him harshly.

“You want to drop out? You’ve already fathered children—two of them, and with two different mothers! That’s the Luo family. They didn’t hold you accountable and even gave birth to the children. Do you think you can ever repay that debt? Focus on your studies and take care of your children!”

Sighing, Mo Xuan lowered his head, tears streaming down his face as he smiled bitterly. The Mo family had ended up in this state, and it wasn’t that his grandmother hadn’t tried to intervene, but no one listened.

Perhaps, apart from him, her grandson who had grown accustomed to her nagging, no one in the family was willing to listen to her anymore.

When he was younger, he had found her annoying, but over time, he realized that while she might have been nagging, strict, or harsh with her words, she would never do anything to harm him.

Finally, he reached out to tidy a strand of his grandmother’s silver hair, his tears falling onto her face, which looked as if she were merely asleep.

Deep down, he hadn’t expected the Mo family to show up, but he was still taken aback that not a single one of them came. Mo Xuan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. However, he didn’t know what had happened the day before—both his parents had been hospitalized, one of his sisters was trying to sell off family assets, and the other two were in a state of panic.

Even without these incidents, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had ways to ensure that no one from the Mo family could attend.

Having already given up hope, Mo Xuan naturally didn’t feel the need to expect anything, but he still found it all rather laughable.

After the cremation, his grandmother’s remains were placed into a small urn.

Carrying the urn, they left for the burial, and with that, everything was settled.

Suddenly, Mo Xuan thought of a line from *Nostalgia*, which he adapted to his own situation: “Nostalgia is a small, low grave. I’m outside, and Grandma is inside.”

“Xiao Xuan…”

“Brother…”

Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi called out to him in unison, snapping him out of his daze.

“It’s over now. It’s all in the past,” Luo Shiya comforted him gently. “You still have us, don’t you?”

Mo Xuan didn’t respond, only nodding slightly. He glanced at the photo on the tombstone, which showed his grandmother smiling, and couldn’t help but reach out to gently wipe it clean.

For his grandmother, everything had come to an end, but for Mo Xuan, it hadn’t.

Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a scarf being wrapped around his neck. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi stood in front of him, and it was Luo Shiya who had personally draped the scarf around him.

“It’s cold, so I brought a scarf for you,” Luo Shiya said, looking into Mo Xuan’s eyes. “You can stay here as long as you want. Muqi and I will be here with you.”

“No, let’s go back…”

Mo Xuan took one last look at the photo on the tombstone, sighed softly, and turned to leave. But before he could walk far, the sisters took his hands, one on each side.

“Uh… isn’t this a bit inappropriate?”

Even though they were in a cemetery, Mo Xuan was still worried about being seen. But the two of them didn’t seem to care at all, instead pressing closer to him.

“It’s cold.”

“Brother’s warm.”

Mo Xuan looked at them helplessly but could only let them have their way…

Meanwhile, Mo Tingting was in a completely different state of mind.

Mo Yingying had gone to the company, and it was only then that Mo Tingting found out her eldest sister had sold her shares in Qin Corporation. Mo Yingying had no choice but to go as well.

Mo Changshan had been admitted to the ICU with multiple severe fractures and a serious head injury. The doctors told her that while he had been saved, his condition was still critical.

One parent was in a VIP ward, still unconscious, while the other was in the ICU.

As for Grandpa Mo, who had been absent all this time, he finally appeared. Seeing his only son in such a state, the old man was overcome with distress and fainted.

“Third Sister, are you here alone?”

Mo Tingting was still in a daze when Mo Qingqing, who had been missing all this time, finally showed up. Seeing her father in such a state, a flicker of sorrow passed through Mo Qingqing’s eyes.

But it was only for a moment.

“Eldest Sister, where have you been?” Mo Tingting threw herself into Mo Qingqing’s arms. “I… I don’t know what to do. Mom, Dad, and Grandpa are all in the hospital…”

“I know. I can see that,” Mo Qingqing said, clearly not in the mood to deal with her sister. “Which room is Mom in? There are some things I need to discuss with her.”

“I’ll take you there!”

Mo Tingting took two steps but then stopped, looking awkward. “But Dad’s condition is critical. Eldest Sister, maybe…”

“He’s not awake yet, is he? Will he wake up just because you’re here?” Mo Qingqing grabbed her arm. “Take me to Mom first. What I need to discuss is important.”