Zhou Siting's funeral was held at the funeral home, and I took Liang Xinwei there directly. The relatives of the Wen family were all weeping in the mourning hall. It was truly a pity that Zhou Siting had passed away before reaching adulthood. Wen Jiayu, having only this one daughter, was kneeling on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, and Wu Guizhen followed suit, overcome with extreme sorrow. Wen Honggang’s eyes were bloodshot, and even Feng Xishu shed a few tears. As for Liang Xinwei, the moment she stepped out of the car, tears began to stream down her face, and she entered the hall wailing.
The air was thick with the sound of crying; everyone was grieving for Zhou Siting’s untimely death. Her death was indeed heartbreaking, yet I was also flesh and blood of the Wen family, and they were all so indifferent to my own death. At my funeral, apart from Wen Honggang, not a single person had attended. And even Wen Honggang had only come with ulterior motives, hoping to curry favor with my mother, rather than out of any genuine grief for my passing. He hadn't shed a single tear; the sorrow he displayed was merely a performance for my mother. In terms of blood relations, I was surely closer than Zhou Siting, yet not one person in the Wen family had felt any pity for me. To them, I was merely a redundant person. Watching the expressions of grief on their faces, I felt only a cold emptiness in my heart.
Wen Jiayu was gasping for breath, nearly fainting, while Liang Xinwei held her …
Chapter 102