He Wanted To Hold A Funeral For His wife

The black MPV turned a corner and drove steadily up the street, brushing past a bright red sports car.

In the driver's seat of the sports car, Su Xinyue gripped the steering wheel tightly with an ugly expression. She did not notice the MPV passing by her at all.

She was in a terrible mood. She was going to have her wedding with Fu Beiting next month, but Fu Beiting did not take the initiative at all. He did not even take the wedding photos that he had booked.

However, even though Su Xinyue looked angry, her voice on the phone was still gentle and soft.

"Madam Wang, it's fine if Beiting doesn't pick me up. I can drive back by myself."

Wang Yingying's apologetic voice came through the bluetooth earpiece, "Xinyue, I've let you suffer. When Beiting comes back, I'll lecture him properly."

"It's alright." Su Xinyue smiled magnanimously and hung up the call with her future mother-in-law. Then, she stepped on the accelerator as if she was venting her anger and drove as fast as she could.

Did she really think she was so easy to fool?

Su Xinyue snorted and did not bother hiding her disdain.

Wang Yingying was only Fu Beiting's stepmother. How could she have the right to criticize him?

Besides, Fu Beiting was now the head of the Fu family. If he could be so easily manipulated by others, then the wedding that they should have held five years ago would not have dragged on until today!

At the thought of this, Su Xinyue slapped the steering wheel angrily.

Qin Xiangwan!

It was all this dead woman's fault!

Originally, when Qin Xiangwan died five years ago, the Fu Family wanted Fu Beiting to marry her. In the end, he outright rejected them, saying that he wanted to hold a funeral for his deceased wife. No one could say anything to persuade him otherwise.

Since then, she had waited for five years.

Old Master Fu was still in poor health. He wished that Fu Beiting would marry and have children in his lifetime, finally convincing Fu Beiting to agree to marry her. Otherwise, this marriage would have been delayed for who knows how many years more.

Su Xinyue desperately wanted to marry into the Fu family, but she had to wait until now, so the resentment in her heart was immense.

Fortunately, in the past five years, Fu Beiting did not have any other women by his side, so she was able to keep him for herself.

Su Xinyue let out a long sigh. In short, she would be Mrs. Fu next month and everything that has happened in the past would come to an end.

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The cemetery in the suburbs was especially deserted.

Fu Beiting stood in front of Qin Xiangwan's tombstone. His handsome face had lost a lot of weight compared to five years ago, and his facial features were even more defined and handsome.

His eyes were dark as he stared at the tombstone.

In the black-and-white photo, she was still smiling brightly, her bright eyes especially lively.

"It's been five years, Xiangwan… You're still the same as before."

For a moment, Fu Beiting looked lost and the pain in his eyes disappeared.

He bent down and placed a white rose before Qin Xiangwan's grave. Then, he reached out to touch the tombstone gently, as if he was caressing the girl's face.

"Do you still hate me for the past five years? You probably do. Otherwise, why haven't I dreamed of you even once in all these years?"

His deep voice was exceptionally hoarse.

The chauffeur and assistant standing in the distance knew better than to disturb them.

They all knew that President Fu would come here every year to pay his respects to his deceased wife. He would come here once on her birthday and again on her death anniversary. Every time he came, he would stay here for an entire day and talk to himself in front of the tombstone.

The driver was new and stole a glance at Fu Beiting. He had long heard that President Fu hated his ex-wife and had never celebrated her birthday with her before her death. But looking at Fu Beiting's painful expression now, he felt that that did not seem like the truth.

At the end of the day, he did not dare to ask nor say anything.

Fu Beiting was silent. He had not been happy a single day for the past five years. If she could come back, he would definitely make everything right again.

Unfortunately, the dead could not be resurrected, and nothing could be redone.

Faint footsteps sounded behind him. Fu Beiting's face turned cold and shouted without looking back, "Didn't I say not to bother me with anything-"

"Beiting…" Su Xinyue's gentle voice came from behind.