Chapter 388 Is Yu Ru Dead?
Chapter 388 Is Yu Ru Dead?
It has been seventy-five days since Yu Ru left.
Today is Situ Ningzhai's birthday. In previous years, the Yun family would have held a grand banquet to celebrate, but this year, given Yu Ru's situation, they simply have no heart for it. Although Yu Ru is not a descendant of the Yun family, she is here because the fate of the Yun family's descendants is currently unknown. If the Yun family has any conscience, they should not hold any celebrations until Yu Ru returns. Therefore, today's birthday banquet is just a simple meal for the Yun family members; there are no other activities.
The family sat at the dining table, eating quietly, mostly in silence. Yun Jixing, in particular, seemed to have lost his mind, taking forever to finish a single shrimp.
He dealt with everyone Yu Ru had written about in her revenge diary, except for Deng Huairou. Deng Huairou was the one who hurt Yu Ru the most; she had expressed her desire to punish her herself, so he hadn't made a move yet, waiting for Yu Ru to return so he could take revenge. But day after day passed, and Yu Ru still hadn't returned, nor had there been any news from her. He became afraid.
He stayed home to recover from his injuries during this time, as he had essentially avenged Yu Ru and saw no need to go out. Because of this, he felt incredibly empty. Every day, besides researching the Spider Cult's network of relationships using the information Yu Ru had left behind, he pondered how to eliminate those Spider Men and how to find the leader of the black factory where Yu Ru had previously worked. It seemed that his life had no meaning other than revenge; life suddenly felt hopeless.
What saddened him even more was that after Yu Ru left, Shan Ci, who had always been so talkative, never turned on his phone again, becoming a "dead thing"; the fox family ate and slept every day, no longer affectionate, and no longer seemed to give people the feeling of intelligence they used to have; Gu Xian'an became depressed and melancholy...
One by one, the living things related to Yu Ru slowly turned into "dead things," making him feel as if Yu Ru had never existed in his life. This was truly terrifying!
The other siblings were all watching Yunjixing's situation. Seeing him lost in thought, they couldn't help but sigh, but they couldn't think of any words of comfort, so they could only watch silently.
"Xingxing, eat something else. Don't you like this Dongpo pork?" Sang Zhuxian put a piece of pork on Yunjixing's plate.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Bianzhi placed a piece of green vegetable on his plate, saying, "Eat some vegetables too."
Yun Jixing looked at his parents from side to side and smiled, "Thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad."
Situ Ningzhai noticed their situation and comforted them, saying, "Xiao Yuan, sometimes no news is actually good news. If something had happened to Xiao Ru, she would definitely have been brought home; we couldn't have left her outside. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, grandma."
At this moment, the old housekeeper rushed over and stood between Yun Zhonghe and Situ Ningzhai, saying, "Old Master, Old Madam, something has happened..."
He must have run all the way here; the old butler's health couldn't take it, and he was out of breath. After saying "Something happened," he couldn't continue, only panting heavily.
Situ Ningzhai turned to look at him, his brows furrowing slightly. "What's wrong?"
“Outside…outside…” The old butler patted his chest to catch his breath. “Madam, a bunch of people have come outside, saying they’re bringing something. They…they’re bringing a large coffin, draped with a national flag! Several of them…”
The old butler gestured with both hands in front of his chest, "Several of them were carrying guns. Tell me, who are they... qualified to have the national flag draped over their coffins and be escorted by the army..."
"What!" Situ Ningzhai and Yun Zhonghe immediately stood up. Everyone else was also shocked.
"Go and see what's going on. Tell them to bring the coffin in immediately." Yun Zhonghe was the first to walk out.
A large group of people went to the main gate and, sure enough, saw several people in uniform holding guns guarding a large coffin in the center. The national flag draped over the coffin was particularly eye-catching.
After some negotiation, the Yun family accepted the coffin and carried it into the house. Everyone gathered around the coffin, but no one dared to touch it; they just stared at it.
After a moment, Yun Zhonghe looked at everyone and said, "Call the aunties and tell them to take the children away and not leave them here. Find a yard for them to play together or let them go back to their own yards to rest, just don't come near here."
The children looked at the large coffin with curiosity in their eyes, but they were also observant. Seeing that the adults seemed unhappy, none of them made a fuss and they all obediently followed the nanny away.
After all the children had left, Yun Zhonghe pointed at the two people, Shanxin and Shandi, who were standing nearby, and said, "Shanxin and Shandi, open the coffin."
"Yes, Grandpa."
The two brothers did as instructed, carefully lifting the coffin lid and placing it on the ground. When they saw the face of the person lying inside, their expressions froze, and they looked up to see what Yun Zhonghe and Situ Ningzhai meant.
"Grandpa, Grandma, this..." The believer began, but didn't know what to say. He called out once and then fell silent, keeping his mouth tightly shut.
Yun Zhonghe and Situ Ningzhai looked down and saw Yu Ru lying peacefully in the coffin. She wore a wig to cover her now-shoulder hair, dressed in a black suit with medals adorning her chest. She was surrounded by flowers, her face pale, clearly the appearance of a deceased person. The two elders glanced at her before turning away.
Yun Zhonghe covered his face with one hand and waved to the crowd with the other, "Let Shanyuan come over and let him... handle this."
"You all disperse, stand aside, don't crowd around here." Situ Ningzhai waved his hand, "Disperse, disperse."
After saying this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, letting out a heavy sigh, muttering something unintelligible, and staggering to the side. Seeing this, Shan Shi, who was nearby, quickly went to help her, "Grandma, where are you going?"
"I'm not going anywhere. Help me sit down over here." Situ Ningzhai closed his eyes, looking dazed.
At this moment, everyone went to look at Cloud Trace Star.
Yun Jixing sat on the outermost edge. Although he had used the "Transplantation Technique" to transfer his fatal injury, he still needed careful recuperation, otherwise, he would still suffer from aftereffects. To avoid being pushed around by the crowd, he sat on the very edge, with Yun Bianzhi and Sang Zhuxian protecting him from the side.
He had heard what Yun Zhonghe said, and now that everyone was looking at him, Yun Jixing's unease grew stronger. He thought Yu Ru deserved to have the national flag draped over her coffin, and considering the gazes on him, he already had a rough idea of what was inside. He just didn't want to believe that it was Yu Ru inside.
A scene of Yu Ru lying in the coffin flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. With the help of his parents, he slowly walked towards the large coffin.
Thinking about it is one thing, but actually seeing it is quite another. When Yun Jixing saw Yu Ru's peaceful face in the coffin, his body went limp and he knelt on the ground. He was sad, grief-stricken, angry, desperate, and helpless, but he was powerless to express these emotions. He just stared blankly at Yu Ru, as if he had lost his soul, unable to utter a single word or shed a single tear.
After a while, he came to his senses, his expression unbelievably calm. He stood up, bent down, and leaned forward to lift Yu Ru out of the coffin.
Everyone looked at him without saying a word. The scene was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.
"Boom...boom..."
Yun Jixing, holding Yu Ru, sat down with his back to everyone, his hand trembling as he reached out to check Yu Ru's breath.
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