Two days later, Zhuang Kehao held a simple funeral for Han Qin.

The whole funeral took only two hours, and there were very few people who came to see Han Qin off. When Han Qin's ashes were buried, Zhuang Yibo did not show up.

The people present were all the merchants themselves, so naturally they couldn't help but ask Zhuang Kehao, but Zhuang Kehao said nothing.

It was not until everyone dispersed that Zhuang Yibo finally appeared in front of Han Qin's tombstone.

She said nothing, only put down a white lily, stood still for a moment, turned around and left.

After all, she could not say goodbye to her daughter. Just like this, she was like a stranger, and there seemed nothing wrong with it.

Zhuang Yibo calmly left the cemetery, and Shen Wangjin was sitting in the car at the door waiting for her.

When Zhuang Yibo got on the bus, Shen Wangjin was on the phone with a foreign country. She didn't bother him. She got into the bus quietly, gently tapped the driver's back, and signaled him to drive.

The car started slowly, and Shen Wangjin was still talking on the phone seriously, but one hand reached out and silently held her.

Zhuang Yibo sensed the temperature from his palm and turned to smile at him.

Seeing the expression on her face, Shin Wangjin took her hand and put it on her lips and kissed her, continuing to respond to the question on the other end of the phone.

Zhuang Yibo sat quietly, listening to his pure and fluent English, and couldn't help but remember the information Qianxing sent her yesterday.

Although she had no relatives with her parents, she had no worries about food and clothing since she was a child and lived a wealthy life. She met Qianxing in high school and knew that Qianxing and her uncle and her family were crowded in a small house of less than 70 square meters, which was the harshest living environment she had ever seen.

Before she truly grew up and became sensible, she did not know the sufferings of the world;

After leaving the dealer to live independently, she thought that the world should be what she had seen.

But she never knew that under the same sky, there was another world - a world wrapped in thick darkness that could not be shone in a trace of light.

And he came out of that world.

He was obviously from a wealthy family, but when he was ten years old, he suddenly lost his parents and all his relatives, leaving only a 6-year-old brother to rely on each other.

He himself is still a child, so he has to support himself and his younger brother without anything.

The alley he lived in at that time had been demolished, but Zhuang Yibo still saw the old appearance of the alley in the old photos - it was dirty and dilapidated, low, dark, wet, and even snakes and rats that she had never seen in her life.

He lives in such an alley, mingling in various food streets, trying his best to do whatever he wants, but he does nothing but to survive.

No one knows what he has experienced. He only knows that when he was eighteen years old, he became the manager of a bar, then a shareholder, and finally a boss, one room becomes two, two rooms become four.

When his business was at its peak, he resolutely joined the real estate industry, caught up with the wave of rapid development of real estate, gradually walked out of the darkness, and finally stood in the sun.

He became the youngest outstanding businessman in Bincheng, and countless people were rushing to curry favor with him, but at this time he transferred most of his industries overseas.

No one understands why his decision was made.

It was not until today that Zhuang Yibo finally understood.

He never really stood in the sun, he was always trapped in the darkness he was young.
Chapter completed!