She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 870 Funeral
After entering the study, Huo Baiyuan just sat down when his cell phone rang. A text message came out. It was from the president of another group, with whom he had a good relationship. Upon learning the news of Song Lishu's death, he sent a text message of condolences and asked about the time of the funeral.

He has received quite a few calls today, seeking comfort for his widowed wife.

funeral?

He had no intention of holding a funeral for Song Lishu, which would be a waste of time and energy.

But now it seems that he can use this funeral to secretly win over the connections of other families, which will help him to obtain the inheritance rights of the Huo family in the future.

Thinking of this, Huo Baiyuan called Qin Miao.

The funeral was held as scheduled three days later. There was a constant stream of people coming to pay their respects. Song Lishu's portrait was placed above the hall. Huo Baiyuan stood aside, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't had a good rest for several days.

He glanced at the photo of Song Lishu. The woman in the photo was in black and white, but her bright smile still seemed to have color.

Since her death, Huo Baiyuan has never visited her, and he doesn't even know where she is buried.

A middle-aged man walked up to Huo Baiyuan, patted him on the shoulder, and said soothingly, "Please accept my condolences."

Huo Baiyuan lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes, and his face looked a little haggard.

Reporters took pictures one after another, capturing Huo Baiyuan's seemingly sad expression.

Qin Miao was busy greeting guests and accidentally saw this scene of Huo Baiyuan.

Just yesterday, Huo Baiyuan had already planned a marriage with the Shu family. Today, he looked decadent and sad again.

All major media outlets only vied to report on Huo Baiyuan's loyalty and righteousness, and Huo Baiyuan also won over a lot of family connections at the funeral, which was a two-birds-with-one-stone move.

After the funeral, everything returned to calm. Huo Baiyuan went to the company in the morning and returned to the Huo family in the evening. He ate, slept, and socialized, just like before. It seemed that Song Lishu's existence was always dispensable to everyone. In the morning, Huo Baiyuan tied his tie, took his coat, and went downstairs. He suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting at the dining table on the first floor.

Huo Yijun was biting a piece of bread in his mouth. Huo Baiyuan waved and greeted him: "Brother, good morning."

Huo Baiyuan's face turned slightly cold. He walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite.

Huo Yijun said: "I'm so sorry. When my sister-in-law died, I was still abroad working on a project that my father gave me. I didn't have time to come back to attend the funeral."

Huo Baiyuan ignored him.

Huo Yijun took a sip of milk, then stood up and suddenly came to Huo Baiyuan and said in a low voice: "Brother, my sister-in-law is dead. You must be very happy now, right?"

Huo Baiyuan glanced at Huo Yijun coldly: "Mind your own business."

Huo Yijun sneered, sat back in his chair, and looked at Huo Baiyuan. A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

On the way to the company, Huo Baiyuan received a call from Mr. Huo.

Mr. Huo is currently recuperating abroad and his health is deteriorating. Now is a critical period for the Huo family to change the person in power. Huo Baiyuan and Huo Yijun both know this well.

Huo Baiyuan answered the phone and called respectfully, "Dad."

Mr. Huo's weak voice came from the other end: "Since the person is dead, you should be careful not to get entangled with that kind of woman again. It will damage your own reputation and the reputation of the entire Huo family. You should understand what I mean."

(End of this chapter)