Limited Time Hidden Marriage

On the day of Sheng Shimo's burial, the flag was lowered to half-mast, the horn was banned, and the whole country observed a moment of silence. The funeral procession had already filled the streets and alleys.

All of this was what Wen Churan saw in the report.

She did not attend the funeral, but Xiao Nai Guan, as the current president and Sheng Shimo's biological son, had to be present.

Sheng Zhixun was also there, and Gu Nanpei was with Wen Churan in the villa.

She was worried about Wen Churan, and she couldn't say a lot of comforting words.

Wen Churan could see it and patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, I feel fine now, not as fragile as you think, you go out first, I want to rest alone first."

Gu Nanpei was still a little worried, "Churan..."

Wen Churan pushed her out, "I'm really fine, Xiao Nai Guan is not here at last, I want to rest for a while, you go out first."

Wen Churan drove Gu Nanpei out of the bedroom, and until she closed the door, her forced smile collapsed instantly, and a long sigh overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Then, she dragged her heavy feet to the bedside, like a deflated ball, unable to support herself anymore, and fell heavily on the bed.

She could no longer deceive herself.

Sheng Shimo was dead...

It was not a fake death, and there would be no miracle.

His body, lying in an ice coffin, was buried in the presidential mausoleum in front of millions of people.

She had never thought that the relationship between her and him would end with death.

It seemed that she had never been side by side with him, but always followed behind him, guarding the most important thing for him.

From the Sheng family five years ago to the V country today.

It was as if fate had made it so that she would be entangled with him for the rest of her life. Even if he died, he would be imprisoned in this V country.

Standing by the window, she saw that it suddenly rained heavily outside. The sound of the rain was mixed with the crying of millions of people from all directions. Wen Chuyan's face was expressionless, but her heart was like a wounded little beast, making a painful wail.

It was not until the evening that Xiao Nai Guan and Sheng Zhixun came back in the heavy rain, and they were completely soaked.

Wen Churan immediately carried Xiao Nai Guan into the bathroom to take a bath.

I don’t know why, but Xiao Nai Guan hung his head and was not in a good mood.

Wen Churan helped him take a bath and asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Little Milk Can sighed, "Mom, human life is too fragile. People who were alive in the last second are dead in the next second..."

Wen Churan was stunned, "Are you... sad for Sheng Shimo?"

Little Milk Can nodded, "Although I have a bad relationship with him and I hate him, he is my dad after all. I have always been curious about who my dad is. Now I have finally found my dad, but before I could avenge you, mom, he died..."

Wen Churan was amused by Little Milk Can's last words, and reached out to rub his head, "Life is like this, so we should cherish the important people around us."

Little Milk Can raised his head, looked at Wen Churan, and asked in surprise, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Your eyes are so swollen? Did you cry?"

Swollen?

Wen Churan immediately covered her eyes, shook her head vigorously, and hurriedly explained, "No, Mommy didn't cry."

"Oh..."

After taking a bath, Wen Churan carried the little milk can downstairs to eat, and happened to meet Sheng Zhixun who had also finished taking a bath.

Although Wen Churan didn't ask anything, Sheng Zhixun still took the initiative to report, "Fourth sister-in-law, the funeral of the fourth brother went smoothly."