Upon arriving at Old Ling’s morial service, the place was crowded with high-ranking officials and nobles, yet it was very quiet. Among these influential attendees, Ye Lu was surprised to see Yiren and couldn’t help but freeze.
Her gaze darkened. Yiren had actually shown up here, her presence lingering like an unwelco ghost.
Yiren seed to have noticed her too. Turning her head, Yiren gave her a contemptuous smile. Her eyes shimred with a mysterious sense of triumph, as if provoking her.
Ye Lu turned her face away as if nothing had happened, certain that this woman was still unsure of her identity.
This provocation was a test, an attempt to probe her authenticity.
Yiren’s gaze then fell on ThirdYoung Master Jun standing beside her, turning seductive and captivating, making no attempt to hide her intention of flirtation, practically stalking ThirdYoung Master Jun like prey.
ThirdYoung Master Jun casually greeted her, "Miss Yiren, you’ve co too."
Ye Lu felt incredibly irritated and, leaving ThirdYoung Master Jun behind, walked toward the hall of the morial service.
She saw Ling Yan and Ling Xiu standing next to the morial tablet, both in black suits, their faces pale, a mournful aura enveloping their entire beings.
Ling Yan was more self-controlled, not showing any signs of emotional breakdown. He was composed and courteous as he greeted the guests who ca to bow, displaying the deanor of a great family and the extraordinary capability.
Ye Lu felt that he would surely inherit Old Ling’s legacy and beco a powerful figure in politics, with great influence.
Ling Xiu looked more like a sharp, unsheathed blade. Cold and sharp, his eyes burned with a fierce fire, filled with pain, regret, and a strong desire for revenge.
The sight was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
After Ye Lu paid her respects, she waited in the hall.
Shortly after, Third Young Master Jun entered. He walked slowly with a somber and respectful expression, deeply bowing in front of Old Ling’s portrait.
His posture was impeccable and brimming with mourning. There was a spontaneous respect in his eyes as he looked at Old Ling’s photograph.
Ye Lu watched him, filled with more doubt.
How could a man who killed Old Ling have such respectful expression on his face? If it was an act, yet his eyes were clear, lacking his usual frivolous deanor, seemingly showing genuine respect from the heart.
Ye Lu’s heart stirred.
Then she saw Hua Yiren enter. As she did, there was a low murmur of surprise among the business magnates present, their eyes flickering as they sized up this heiress of the powerhouse Hua family who had recently beco quite prominent.
It was unexpected for her to appear dostically.
It was said that this woman was actively seeking a husband recently, in full swing, highly sought after by families in Europe and Arica. Yet, being of Eastern descent, perhaps she didn’t fancy the hairy European and Arican n. Could it be that she was planning to find a husband in the East?
This thought electrified the spirits of many businessn with sons present, invigorating them.
Political marriages were all the rage in the business world. Who wouldn’t want to join forces with the huge Western corporation that was the Hua family? Knowing that Hua Yiren was the heiress, any child she bore would inherit the Hua family fortune.
That was akin to a diamond falling from the sky, undoubtedly the most coveted boon.
Yet Hua Yiren regarded those stares with an arrogant indifference. After bowing to Old Ling’s portrait and exchanging a few words with Ling Yan, she walked straight towards Ye Lu.
"May I have a word with you?" she asked, looking at Ye Lu.
Ye Lu glanced at Third Young Master Jun, who was conversing with so guests in the distance, and her eyebrows raised slightly.
"I have nothing to say to you. The person you’re looking for isn’t , he’s over there."
Yiren lifted her chin, looking down on her with a seductive and beguiling air.
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