Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 5

The crystal coffin for storing the urn was already prepared on the plane, Xia Zhiwei put the urn in, and then found a comfortable place to sit.

However, this time it was not Wei Lai who sat next to her, but the man who reminded her to take the urn just now.

"Madam, please let me go with your condolences."

Xia Zhi took a look at the other party, "Yes."

Seeing Xia Zhiwei's expression was cold, Xiang Nian didn't care. No woman could accept such a thing.

"Madam, if you have anything to do, you can tell me and Jingyang to do it. If Chairman Shen is not here, I, Jingyang, and Wei Lai will follow your orders."

"Oh."

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to talk, Xiang Nian hurriedly said, "Madam, then take a good rest."

"Row."

At 1:20 in the middle of the night, the plane arrived at the Imperial Capital Airport smoothly.

Wei Lai put a black armband on her right arm for her.

Fortunately, this time, instead of her holding the urn, it was placed in a crystal coffin and carried off the speeding car by four bodyguards in black.

On the tarmac, there were hundreds of luxury cars parked in black, which showed the prominence and status of her husband's family.

It's a pity that she died early, at the age of... Hey, how old is her ghostly husband this year?

Sitting in the hearse decorated with an extended luxury version of Rolls-Royce, Xia Zhiwei touched the high-quality leather seat and sighed, how inhuman.

The hearse convoy drove from the airport all the way to the Shen family's old house in the suburbs.

Xia Zhiwei thought the old house was a big old house, but when she got out of the car, she realized that the old house is obviously a magnificent private garden.

At this time, a large group of people stood darkly at the gate of the Shen family's old house, and the one standing in the front was an old man with gray hair and a walking stick.

Seeing the crystal coffin lifted from the hearse, the old man greeted him tremblingly with a mournful expression.

"Aye..."

"Eldest Young Master" and low whimpers sounded all around.

Xia Zhiwei was thinking about whether she should cry twice when she heard the old man call her, "Daughter-in-law Ah Ye, thank you for your hard work. If it wasn't for my old bones that can't take the plane, I would definitely go pick her up in person." Ye is back."

Xia Zhiwei was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

Although she guessed that the old man might be the grandfather of the boss's husband, what if it wasn't?
Based on the principle of talking less, making mistakes, and not saying good things, Xia Zhiwei said with care, "It's not hard work, this is what I should do."

The old man patted her arm, "You are a good boy, but it's a pity that Ah Ye is not blessed..."

Wei Lai stepped forward with red eyes, "Old man, it's not appropriate to leave your coffin outside for a long time, let's go in and talk about it later."

"You're right, hurry up, let them carry Ah Ye in."

After stepping into the door of Shen's house, I realized that the house is bigger than it looks.

With white walls and black tiles, sparse flowers and trees, pavilions, winding paths and small bridges, Xia Zhiwei has the illusion that he is visiting the garden for vacation.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the group came to a separate yard.

The whole yard was arranged as a mourning hall, covered with white cloth all around, and white wreaths were placed in the mourning hall.

In the center of the mourning hall, a portrait about half a meter long was placed on the altar made of white chrysanthemums.

Xia Zhiwei subconsciously looked at the man on the portrait.

How should I put it, if she hadn't known in advance that the photo on the altar was her dead husband, she would have thought it was a poster of some male star.

Just based on this face, let alone a rich man, even a poor man has a lot of women to follow him, okay?

Alas, what a pity.

It was so burned that there were no bones left, and it was impossible to take advantage of the heat.

(End of this chapter)