The sky was overcast, and light rain was still falling from the sky. The raindrops fell on the grass, tombstones, and clothes.

At first glance, the cemetery is extremely desolate, with no end in sight, just rows of tombstones, eerie and terrifying.

Yao Zhi held the umbrella for Han Yurou and shook his head: "Rourou, go home, it's raining. You haven't eaten much for several days. You have to continue your life in the future. You can't do this."

"I know."

"I called Mr. Rong to pick you up. He might be too busy today and couldn't come."

Yao Zhi is still defending Rong Jincheng, even though she knows that no matter how she defends, she seems a little weak. At Han Yun's funeral...Rong Jincheng didn't come.

Although Yao Zhi has been comforting himself in his mind that Rong Jincheng and Han Yurou have been dating for two years and will definitely be together in the future, but judging from the situation in the past few days, Rong Jincheng does not seem to have much feelings for Han Yurou.

The last time she mentioned marriage, Rong Jincheng didn't respond. Today, for such an important funeral, Rong Jincheng didn't even come.

"Don't call him, Mom, why are you calling him? Who is he from our family? Why do you want him to come?" Han Yurou got angry.

"Isn't he your boyfriend? Isn't it right for a boyfriend to come to your father's funeral?"

"Has he ever admitted that I am his girlfriend? Mom, you are too pretentious!"

"He is not your boyfriend, so why would he give you so much money? In the past two years, all the money for your father's hospitalization has been paid for by him, which adds up to tens of millions. Do you know what tens of millions is? I see.

It's because you don't know how to be grateful and talk coldly to others!"

"Ha..." Han Yurou shook her head, not wanting to continue arguing, "Mom, this is a cemetery. Dad has just been laid to rest. Can you please stop arguing here for an outsider?"

The sky was gloomy, without much light, and dense dark clouds dyed the sky black, like ink.

"I'm late." At this moment, a man's voice came from behind.

Yao Zhi immediately turned around: "Young Master Rong!"

Rong Jincheng held a black umbrella and wore black clothes. His eyebrows were cold, probably because of his attire, but he didn't have the scornful look he usually had.

He came alone.

He was standing not far from the tombstone.

Yao Zhi's face was a little embarrassed. She and Han Yurou were talking about him just now, and he must have heard it.

What's even more embarrassing is that Han Yurou called him an "outsider".

Han Yurou didn't even turn around.

Yao Zhi hurriedly ran over: "Young Master Rong, it's not too late. It's just in time. It's raining today. Could you please make a trip."

Rong Jincheng walked to the tombstone and stood next to Han Yurou, staring at the photo on the tombstone with his eyes filled with indifference and coldness.

This man finally died.

Yes, finally dead...

When he was young, he had imagined many times that when he grew up, he would find this man and end his life with his own hands.

However, he never thought that Han Yun would die like this many years later, before he had time to take action or even confront Han Yun again.

Rong Jincheng held the umbrella and moved it closer to Han Yurou to cover her from the rain.

But his gaze still fell on the photo, his eyes were red, and there was an inexplicable chill burning in him.
Chapter completed!