Paranoid!Crazy batch!The real daughter is a black lotus

Chapter 253 Mrs. Qin’s funeral and wedding gift
Shen Que returned to Yinjiang Manor.

The housekeeper was slightly surprised to see her so early: "Miss Shen, you came back alone today."

Normally, it would be with Jiang Jingchen.

Shen Que smiled and waved his hand: "I came back long after class, so what? I went upstairs first, I'm a little sleepy."

"Ok."

Shen Que walked upstairs, instead of going to the bedroom, she went to the study room, closed the door, and started to look around.

I have been interested in this study before, but I have never observed it. It would be boring to ask Jiang Jingchen directly.

Shen Que walked to the bookshelf, glanced at the books, picked up one and looked through it, and found it boring, so he put the book back and went around to play elsewhere.

When he walked to a hanging painting, Shen Que stopped and looked straight at the painting. It didn't match the surroundings. Who painted it? Did it come about recently? Or haven't you observed it before?

Doubts sprouted in her heart, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it. Looking carefully, the corners of the painting were a little yellow, and it looked like it was old.

Shen Que took a step forward and accidentally touched the wall with his toes.

Suddenly, the wall moved, and a lighted secret passage appeared in front of Shen Que. It was too deep to see the bottom.

"Brother's study has a lot of good stuff. What's in it?"

Out of curiosity, she walked down.

The secret passage was a bit cold. Shen Que held the wall with one hand and walked all the way in. At this time, a bright light appeared in front of his eyes. What caught his eye were countless colorful paper cranes. They were hanging high in the air, and a bed fell in the middle. ,

Maybe it was because she came in that she brought in the wind, and the paper crane swayed slightly, as if it was alive.

Shen Que froze on the spot, his eyes scanning almost every paper crane.

Six p.m.

Jiang Jingchen came back with flowers in one hand and milk tea in the other. The butler walked forward with a smile: "Fourth Master."

"Are you really back?"

"Ms. Shen came back and said she was a little tired and was resting upstairs."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingchen took off his coat, picked up his things and went straight upstairs.

When he pushed open the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, the room was empty. Jiang Jingchen frowned slightly, turned around and went to the third floor, but there was still nothing.

He stood on the third floor and shouted down: "Butler, are you sure you are back?"

"Are you sure, Fourth Master, what's wrong?"

Jiang Jingchen said nothing and returned to the second floor. He glanced at the study room that was not closed tightly and reached out to push it open: "Yes..."

He glanced around and saw the wide open secret room, and his heart skipped a beat.

He walked in quickly, with a little cold sweat on his forehead because of his nervousness.

After a moment, Jiang Jingchen saw Shen Que lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed, her chest was rising and falling, and she was asleep. The shadows of the paper cranes above her head crossed her cheeks.

With his heart beating like a drum, Jiang Jingchen walked over step by step, squatted down, and whispered softly: "Yes."

Shen Que's eyelids moved, and when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw him, he couldn't help but stretch, and hooked his arms around his neck: "I'm back."

He leaned over and rubbed it: "Where's my milk tea?"

"In the room, how did you get in?" Jiang Jingchen held her waist with one hand and moved forward.

"You're walking in." Shen Que let go of his hand, moved in, and patted his side with one hand. Upon seeing this, Jiang Jingchen stood up and lay down. Shen Que took his arm, lay in his arms and closed his eyes again, muttering: "I didn't know that my brother's study had such a beautiful place."

Jiang Jingchen was dumbfounded, this was not a good place.

"Why don't we go out?"

Shen Que opened his eyelids slightly and glanced at him: "Are you guilty? Then I won't go out."

Jiang Jingchen seemed speechless as if he had been caught for making a mistake, and his hand hanging on one side tightened.

When Shen Que saw that he was silent, he chuckled, put his hands on his neck, and gently pulled him down. His amber eyes met his blue eyes, and his voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up: "Jiang Jingchen, I like this about you. Look, if you don’t know what to say, just kiss me.”

Jiang Jingchen's breathing became heavier. He looked at Shen Que, with emotion spreading in his eyes. The next second, he leaned over and kissed her, conquering the city easily.

As the breaths intertwined, the temperature in the small secret room gradually increased, the paper cranes swayed, and the flickering light and shadow fell on their intertwined bodies.

The next afternoon.

Shen Que had just finished class when a man ran in in a panic: "Qin, Qin Bo, hurry up, go back quickly, your grandma passed away."

The pen in Qin Bo's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. He was completely stunned and had no idea what he was doing.

I was talking to her last night, why did she leave this afternoon?
The students in the class were in disbelief when they heard this and started talking about it.

Shen Que patted the table: "Quiet, Qin Bo, go back quickly."

Qin Bo came to his senses and got up from his seat. He had no time to pack his things. As soon as he took a step, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. Bai Yu reached out to hold him up to avoid collision with the ground.

Finally, it was the hospital where Shen Que drove Qin Bo. The ward was filled with the Qin family, and a group of juniors were kneeling on the ground, all of them looking sad, and faintly sobbing could be heard.

Shen Que stood at the door and saw through the crowd that Mrs. Qin was lying on the hospital bed with her eyes closed and a faint smile on her lips. She seemed to have not suffered much pain before she died. Shen Que heard the person next to her say ,
Mrs. Qin had just eaten ninety-year-old longevity noodles this morning.

Like her husband, she disliked extravagance and waste all her life, and she continued to do so after her husband passed away. The Qin family planned to hold a birthday banquet for her, but she didn't even ask for it.

Qin Bo stumbled over and knelt on the ground.

On that day, the Qin family set up a mourning hall.

People who had received donations from Mrs. Qin came to pay their respects one after another. This incident even attracted reporters, but the Qin family did not let them in.

The moment Shen Que left after paying homage, Qin Ziyu chased him out. He was wearing a black suit with white cloth strips tied around his arms. His eyes were slightly red, and he must have cried.

"Shen, Miss Shen."

Shen Que paused slightly, turned around and said without knowing why, "Is something wrong?"

"Here, here you go." Qin Ziyu handed her a red box and explained in case she misunderstood: "Grandma prepared it for you before she was alive."

Shen Que stared at the box. There was a golden handwritten word "happy" on it, and two small words in the lower right corner. It was obvious that it was done with care. She reached out and took it.

"Grandma said, this is a wedding gift for you."

Mrs. Qin prepared one for each member of the Qin family. At first, Qin Ziyu was wondering why she was preparing this, but she prepared the last one just two days ago.

Shen Que held the box and didn't know what to say for a moment. This gift was a bit heavy.

After a while, she nodded: "Thank you."

"I originally thought about giving it to you in two days, but I might be very busy later and I'm afraid I'll forget it. Don't mind." Qin Ziyu was also afraid that she would feel uncomfortable.

Shen Que shook his head: "No, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Qin Ziyu hummed slightly, watched her leave, suddenly lowered his eyelids, and turned back to the mourning hall.