GBP Chapter 333 Reburial
Chapter 333 Reburial
'This reporter is definitely going to marry into a wealthy family!'
'Tch! Why not say that Young Master Jiang is a shoo-in for the top female student at North China Electric Power University?'
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Mo Yilan was even more shocked. Even though she had agreed to date Jiang Baishen, she still clearly understood the class difference between them.
But the Jiang family actually admitted it directly??
Logically, shouldn't wealthy families be more cautious?
Is there really no evaluation process?
So you've accepted her?
It feels even more like a dream than yesterday...
The people at the station now look at Mo Yilan with a mixture of awe and curiosity.
So, they not only won over Young Master Jiang, but also his entire family?
What kind of ruthless methods are those?
However, we can't blame them. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, the position of a top-tier wealthy wife is something that young ladies in the rich district would fight tooth and nail for. Not to mention, with Young Master Jiang's stunning good looks, no one would find it unreasonable to say that he was going to marry a princess from a neighboring country.
In the end, the prize went to Sister Mo, something no one expected.
However, this only makes Jiang Yao look like a clown. After causing such a scene yesterday, she not only attacked zero people but also got herself arrested prematurely.
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[The Chief Executive's Office issued an instruction:]
The 16 sets of remains unearthed from the Zeng family's residence have been confirmed to be those of soldiers who belonged to the Xuanming Legion under the Qi family's military power.
Sixteen heroes, in their quest to thoroughly investigate the injustice done to their leader and seek justice, bravely faced treacherous schemes and sacrificed their lives. Their unwavering loyalty shines as bright as the sun and moon; their indomitable spirit forges their loyal souls. These courageous and heroic martyrs will forever be revered by the Chinese people.
Now, in accordance with the leader's personal decree, the 16 martyrs who were unjustly killed will be posthumously awarded meritorious service and reburied in the Chinese Martyrs' Cemetery with the highest national honors.
As soon as the announcement was released, the internet fell silent, as if everyone had spontaneously chosen to mourn the hero in silence.
For those heroes who fought bravely on the battlefield, only to die tragically at the hands of their comrades. And even more so for those young children who died in their early twenties.
The day of the burial.
The sky was azure, the air was fresh, and the bright, warm sun shone down, scattering like shattered diamonds on the sixteen coffins draped with the Chinese flag as they moved slowly forward, as if the remains inside themselves were radiating a subtle shimmer.
Unlike the clear skies and sunshine, the entire city of Jinghua was enveloped in an exceptionally solemn and somber atmosphere today.
Every street the convoy passed through was packed with people.
They stood quietly at a distance, clutching white chrysanthemums in their hands. The clusters of serene flowers under the bright sky became the deepest longing in their hearts.
Everyone composed themselves, their gazes following the direction of the coffin, their faces filled with sorrow, yet their eyes were full of respect and comfort.
The injustice has finally been redressed, and the hero will finally sleep peacefully.
The official in charge of ceremonies stood solemnly before the platform and read the eulogy, each word a tribute to the loyalty, bravery, and heroic sacrifice of the martyrs.
Sixteen coffins covered with flags were laid to rest smoothly in sequence, honor guards saluted, and the crowd bowed their heads in silent mourning.
People who were unable to enter the cemetery spontaneously stood on the street to mourn, creating a grand and solemn scene.
After half a day, the dust settled and the loyal souls returned to their earth.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, the aloof and stunningly beautiful girl emerged from behind a large tree in the distance.
The man gripped her hand, a little tighter than usual.
She turned to look at the man with concern, only to see his sharply defined profile revealing an indescribable sadness and an extreme restraint.
She didn't know how to comfort him; all she could do was quietly stay by his side.
She looked at the several brand-new tombstones and felt a sense of unease and depression.
In the past, life and death were simply natural occurrences for her, rarely evoking any emotional response.
But she didn't know when it started, and she gradually became trapped in the shackles of emotional connections.
Perhaps, sadness does not stem from life and death themselves, but from separation.
Think about how these people are to Qi Mu; their relationship is probably comparable to that of Chi Tao and himself.
Imagine if Ike Momo suddenly died...
Well, even though she's noisy, let's hope she doesn't die.
"Achoo!!" Chi Tao, who was in her office in the Kyoto University research building, suddenly felt a tickle in her nose.
Just as Ji Ran was having a brainstorming session, a stranger suddenly approached him.
Qi Mu became more alert than she was and stood directly in front of her.
The person on the other side obviously couldn't see him.
This person... looks so familiar...
The person approaching from the opposite side bowed respectfully to Ji Ran, a polite smile on their face.
"Hello, Professor Ji."
Ji Ran frowned slightly, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her. He wore thin-rimmed glasses, and the corners of his eyes behind the lenses were slightly lowered, giving him a refined, composed, and efficient appearance. Yet, his gentle demeanor revealed a strength that could not be underestimated.
You can tell at a glance that he is the kind of person who is meticulous and has a very organized mind.
"who are you?"
The visitor presented his business card with both hands and introduced himself verbally:
"Lin Cheng'an."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ran and Qi Mu were both visibly stunned, as if they were quite familiar with the name.
Ji Ran took the business card and looked down. He saw four large characters printed in the title section:
Chief Secretary
Ji Ran suddenly realized that he was Chief Luo's secretary all along.
No wonder it looks and sounds familiar.
"Is there something you need?"
Lin Cheng'an smiled and gestured to a black car with white license plates not far away.
"Chief Luo has something he would like to discuss with you. Please come in."
Upon hearing this, Ji Ran frowned.
She couldn't think of any reason to communicate now, and given Luo Yesheng's previous inefficiency, she didn't have a good impression of this leader.
But ultimately, Qi Mu's injustice could be cleared, and Zeng Nian's shady deeds could be brought to light, which was indeed inseparable from Luo Yesheng's influence.
She lightly tapped the back of the man's hand with her fingertip, indicating that she would be right back.
Qi Mu glanced at her twice with concern, but did not lessen the pressure on her hand at all.
"Don't worry, Professor Ji," Lin Cheng'an reassured her, seemingly noticing her prolonged silence.
"Chief Luo just wants to have a chat with you, nothing serious will happen."
Seeing this, Ji Ran nodded, "Okay."
Then, Qi Mu finally let go.
"I'm here, don't be afraid."
Ji Ran pursed her lips in response.
Then, following Lin Cheng'an's guidance, she walked towards the black car.
Qi Mu watched her retreating figure while also sizing up Lin Cheng'an.
Unexpectedly, Lin Chengan suddenly turned around and glanced at him, but quickly looked away.
It was impossible to confirm whether he was looking at Qi Mu or simply glancing at the cemetery casually.
Qi Mu frowned slightly, a dark current surging in his crimson eyes.
Only after watching the girl get into the car did he look away, then look at the tombstones again, unable to resist reaching out to touch their cold surfaces.
But the next second, beams of holy light suddenly appeared.