Chapter 160: Tomb Sweeping

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Fang family placed great importance on grave sweeping.

Qiao Jiusheng thought about it and felt that her gorgeous clothes were not suitable for grave-sweeping activities. Thus, she went upstairs to change into a black suit.

Later, when Qiao Jiusheng arrived at the main house with Fang Yusheng, she glanced at the others and realized that everyone was dressed more plainly. She secretly rejoiced that she had changed into a suitable dress before coming here.

Fang Pingjue unhappily glanced at Fang Yusheng and his wife, who had entered the main hall. From his seat above everyone else, he slowly stood up, glanced around the hall, and asked, “Everyone is here, right?”

Wan Lang softly agreed, “Sir, everyone is here.”

“Since everyone is here, let’s go.”

All the juniors of the Fang family had arrived as well. Seven luxury cars drove out of the Fang family residence in succession. It was a spectacular sight. Fang Yusheng’s Volkswagen was sandwiched between a group of luxury cars. It stood out like a crane in a flock of chickens, eye-catching.

Qiao Jiusheng retracted her gaze from the car in front of her. When she thought of what she was about to do, her heart suddenly turned heavy.

A person could only live for a hundred years at most. If they died, there would be nothing left.

Qiao Jiusheng thought about her grandfather, who was old and might be lying in a coffin soon. Feeling terrible, she turned to look at the man beside her and asked, “How did your grandfather treat you?” She remembered that Fang Yusheng should’ve been more than ten years old when Old Master Fang died.

“Not bad,” Fang Yusheng briefly replied.

Qiao Jiusheng nodded and said, “My grandfather was also very good to us.”

“You can still see him.” Fang Yusheng’s tone was regretful and comforting. It was a pity that he could no longer see his grandfather. Therefore, he comforted Qiao Jiusheng so that she did not have to be too sad. As long as she was still alive, she could go and see her grandfather at any time.

Qiao Jiusheng hummed.

Fang Yusheng’s grandfather was buried in Dongwan Cemetery.

The cars drove for nearly two hours before reaching their destination.

The cemetery was close to the Qingming Festival, and people came to sweep tombs every day. When these people saw a group of luxury cars driving toward the place from afar, they were fascinated. This cemetery was built on a mountainside. The higher a graveyard was, the more expensive it would be, and the higher its status.

Grand Secretary Fang’s tombstone was at the top of the cemetery.

The Fang family’s group climbed the cement stairs for more than ten minutes.

As Fang Yusheng was blind, he walked the slowest. He and Qiao Jiusheng walked at the back of the crowd. Fang Yusheng held a cane in his hand and wore a hat on his head. Due to the occasion, he had not worn sunglasses. The sun was stronger, and Qiao Jiusheng had put a sunhat on her head. She pulled Fang Yusheng along and reminded him to be careful from time to time to avoid falling.

Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin walked in the middle of the group. The child in Qiao Jiuyin’s stomach was almost eight months old. Her stomach was quite big, and it was inconvenient for her to walk. Although Fang Mu’s expression was cold, he still helped her. The two of them looked quite loving.

Qiao Jiusheng looked up at the couple. It looked like the two of them were glued to each other. No one could guess that they had separated long ago.

She could not help but sarcastically laugh. These two people really confirmed what people said.

Life is like a show. It all depends on one’s acting skills.

The group stood in front of Old Master Fang’s tombstone. Fang Pingjue saw that the soil in front of the tombstone was filled with weeds, so he said to Fang Mu, who was behind him, “Fang Mu, pull out all the weeds in the tomb.”

Fang Mu immediately stood out from the crowd.

He bent down, squatted in front of the grave, and pulled out all the weeds on the small piece of soil.

After he plucked the grass, he raised his head and deeply looked at the old man on the tombstone.

A hint of darkness appeared in his eyes.

He still remembered the first time Fang Pingjue had brought him back to the Fang family home and the way the Old Master had looked at him.

His gaze had been filled with contempt and disdain.

It was the same as when Fang Yusheng had looked at him.

Fang Yusheng was indeed the old man’s favorite grandson. They both looked down on Fang Mu.