Master Lu passed away on an evening, leaving this world peacefully.
Although Ning Anmiao had been mentally prepared for a long time, when this moment finally came, she still cried her eyes out.
For this, Lu Yan spent a lot of time comforting her.
Since they had made preparations in advance, Master Lu's funeral arrangements were basically settled ahead of time, and all the procedures were carried out in an orderly manner.
Master Lu's funeral was scheduled three days later.
Following Master Lu's last wish, Lu Yan chose a very quiet burial plot for him, where he would be buried together with Lu Yan's father.
On the day of the funeral, it rained heavily in Shanghai.
The rain pattered down, as if it had soaked through both the body and the heart, leaving them damp.
As the organizer of this funeral and the person in the Lu family who could make the most decisive decisions at present, Lu Yan stood at the front of the crowd who came to pay their condolences.
He held a large black umbrella in one hand and held Ning Anmiao's hand with the other.
The two stood shoulder - to - shoulder in front of Master Lu's tombstone.
There was a photo of Master Lu on the tombstone. He looked serious in the photo, a rather solemn one.
After all, he was once the head of the Lu family. Although he was usually kind to Ning Anmiao and Lu Yan, his dignity could not be hidden.
The rain was pouring down hard, washing over the newly - erected tombstone again and again. Master Lu's face appeared and disappeared, making it hard to see clearly.
Ning Anmiao hung her head. After crying for several days, her eyes were already swollen. Now, standing in front of the old man's tombstone, she couldn't shed a single tear.
It was said that the sadness that couldn't be cried out was the most extreme kind.
That was exactly how Ning Anmiao felt at the moment.
Lu Yan squeezed her hand back. His big hand was dry and warm, which gradually calmed her emotions.
Behind them stood other people, including Lu Litian, Lu Qingfeng, Lu Ye and Lu Wei.
"She's not even part of the Lu family. I don't know why she's pretending to be sad here," someone in the crowd sneered disdainfully.
"The old man was wise all his life, but he was so muddle - headed in his old age. The Lu family is surely doomed."
"Handing the family over to an outsider. It seems that the Lu family will change hands sooner or later."
"..."
Their sarcastic remarks were hidden in the sound of the rain, not too loud but just audible.
Ning Anmiao tightened the hand hanging by her side.
At a time like this, these people were still talking about such unimportant things!
Lu Yan also noticed Ning Anmiao's reaction. He spoke calmly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Don't pay attention to them."
Ning Anmiao looked up at him. The man's handsome profile was as before, but his eyes were filled with a bit more exhaustion and vicissitude.
He hadn't had a good rest these days.
Ning Anmiao averted her gaze and her eyes fell on Master Lu's face on the tombstone.
She closed her eyes and made a promise to Grandpa in her heart.
From now on, she would surely stay by Lu Yan's side and accompany him, just as she had promised Grandpa before.
For a very, very long time.
Lu Ye stood in the crowd, looking at the two people in front with contempt. His eyes would occasionally fall on Ning Anmiao's back.
She was wearing a long, all - black dress today, looking extremely solemn.
Perhaps because of the color black, she exuded a mysterious beauty. Her waist was so slender that it could be easily grasped.
The hem of the dress was long, but a small section of her fair ankle could still be seen.
She did have a good figure.
Lu Ye stroked his chin. He had long noticed that Lu Yan treated this woman differently.
During the three years of their marriage, he and Lu Wei had thought about dealing with Ning Anmiao, but after she married into the Lu family, her presence was extremely low.
Lu Yan didn't pay much attention to her either. So the two brothers didn't think it was worth making plans on a useless person.
But now it was different.
It was obvious to everyone that Lu Yan now regarded Ning Anmiao as the most precious person.
This made things very interesting.
Lu Wei was impulsive by nature. Unlike Lu Ye, who was deep - minded, when faced with such a thing, he would only curse and vent his anger verbally.
But Lu Ye was different.
He wanted to see what kind of expression the eldest son of the Lu family, Lu Yan, who came back from outside, was aloof, indifferent and steady, would have when he witnessed the decline of the person he loved most one day.
He was really looking forward to it.
...
After the funeral, the crowd dispersed one after another, leaving only Ning Anmiao and Lu Yan.
The cemetery became much lonelier than before.
But it was precisely because there were only the two of them left that this funeral seemed more meaningful.
Lu Yan stood in front of Master Lu's tombstone for a long time. It was not until his hand holding the umbrella felt a bit stiff that he turned his head.
Ning Anmiao felt his gaze and also looked up at him.
After a while, Lu Yan's voice came, deep and heavy, as if floating from afar, empty and calm: "Thank you, Miaomiao."
"Thank you so much for accompanying me on such an occasion."
Ning Anmiao's heart tightened, and she immediately replied, "There's no need to say thank you. He's also my grandpa."
"Moreover, I promised the old man that I would accompany you no matter what."
Saying this, Ning Anmiao blinked and gave him a gentle smile: "Although the old man has left, he must be watching me from the sky."
As she was speaking, the corners of Ning Anmiao's mouth, which had been raised, couldn't help but droop.
She almost couldn't hold back her tears again.
Lu Yan let go of her hand and changed his posture to hug her, pressing her head against his chest: "Well, you have to listen to Grandpa. Don't run away in the future."
"Otherwise, there will really be only me left alone."
He was always reserved in his emotions. Only when facing Ning Anmiao could he show his vulnerable and real side.
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When the rain got a bit lighter, the two said goodbye to Master Lu and slowly walked out of the cemetery and got into the car.
Lu Yan held the umbrella and first helped Ning Anmiao into the passenger seat. When he walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door and got in, Ning Anmiao was nervously looking at him.
Then, a woman's voice came from the back seat of the car:
"Lu Yan, I want to talk to you."
Hearing the familiar voice, Lu Yan's face darkened. His voice was as calm as water: "Mom, let's talk about it when we get home."
Ning Anmiao, sitting in the passenger seat, was also extremely nervous.
Neither of them had expected that Lu's mother would be waiting for them here, and it seemed that she had come prepared.
The two looked at each other and said nothing at the same time.
In fact, Lu's mother had indeed come prepared, and she was here for the Lu family's property.
This time, however, she was speaking for someone else.
A few days ago, she met with Lu Litian and Lu Qingfeng. The two of them explained the pros and cons to her and asked her to persuade Lu Yan to weigh the overall situation when it came to the division of the Lu family's property.