Chapter 70 – 70 70 That is His Private Mausoleum

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: That is His Private Mausoleum Chapter 70: Chapter 70: That is His Private Mausoleum Two days later, Saturday.

At five in the morning, in the dimly lit bedroom, the alarm clock sounded urgently.

Li Qiao reached out her slender, fair arm to turn off the alarm and immediately opened her reddened eyes.

Outside the window, the sound of rain rustled, with the foggy sky shrouding the city in dampness.

At five twenty, Li Qiao, dressed neatly, took advantage of the fact that her family had not yet risen, and stepped into the rain with her umbrella.

At that moment, on Huanan Road at the second red traffic light, an old Santana had been waiting at the muddy street corner.

Less than ten minutes later, Li Qiao’s figure appeared in the rearview mirror.

She approached in her austere black attire, holding an umbrella, opened the passenger door, folded her umbrella, bent down to get into the car, and nodded towards Mo Qi.

In the back seat, Uncle Zhong the Ninth was half-closing his eyes; hearing the noise, he lifted his eyelids to look and said, “Let’s go, head straight there.”

Today, there was a special encoffining ceremony at the South Sea Mountain Funeral Home.

It takes about an hour’s drive from the affluent area of Huanan Road to South Sea Mountain.

The roads were wet and slippery due to the rain, so Mo Qi drove steadily, neither fast nor slow.

By the passenger seat, Li Qiao leaned her elbow on the door frame, her fingertip resting on her lip, her brows and eyes revealing a silence and chillness that did not match her age.

Mo Qi occasionally glanced at her stealthily, feeling very uneasy at heart.

Every time before the work of encoffining, Junior Sister Li always suppressed her emotions in such a way, yet refused to speak of them.

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About an hour and a half later, the Santana sedan arrived near South Sea Mountain.

Located on the outer ring of the city, South Sea Mountain, bathed in the rain, appeared even more lush and serene, with a winding path in the forest that turned left midway to the South Sea Mountain Funeral Management Center.

Upon stopping the car, Li Qiao and the others, as usual, put on black face masks.

The three alighted from the vehicle and were greeted by the staff of the management center.

The sky was overcast as Li Qiao and Mo Qi followed behind Uncle Zhong the Ninth, entering the reception room.

At that moment, a staff member, not lacking in respect, handed a record book to Uncle Zhong the Ninth and said, “Jiugong, this is the deceased’s information, twenty-three years old, it was… an accidental death.”

“What about the family?

Any special requests?” Uncle Zhong the Ninth flipped through the record book, his gaze calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, the staff member chuckled awkwardly, made a secretive glance towards the firmly closed reception door, and instinctively lowered his voice, “I heard there’s no family, he was beaten to death.”

Uncle Zhong the Ninth frowned, showing little surprise about the cause of death; instead, he tapped his fingertips on the table and asked, “If there’s no family, who will sign the necessary documents?

You all…”

“Don’t rush, Jiugong, although there’s no family, this person has a significant background.

The one arranging the funeral is ‘that’ gentleman, and after the ceremony, he is to be buried in the South Sea Mountain Cemetery,” replied the staff member with a meaningful tone, and when mentioning ‘that’ gentleman, he even put up his thumb and gestured towards the direction of South Sea Mountain twice.

Uncle Zhong the Ninth immediately understood.

At that moment, perhaps unable to resist his curiosity, Mo Qi leaned towards Uncle Zhong the Ninth and whispered, “Teacher, where is the South Sea Mountain Cemetery?

I’ve never heard of it before.”

Uncle Zhong the Ninth glanced at him, “You know who lives in South Sea Mansion, right?

It’s his private cemetery.”

Mo Qi was stunned for three seconds, and in a daze, he gasped for air, “Shang, Shang…”

He stuttered for quite a while, but still did not dare to utter the name that hovered on the tip of his tongue.

No wonder the South Sea Funeral Management Center seemed quieter than usual today; it looked like this young deceased truly had a notable background.

At this moment, Li Qiao, hearing their conversation, couldn’t help but show surprise in her eyes, visible beyond the mask.

The young man who had died accidentally was Shang Yu’s person?