The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

The crowd was unable to help and could only stand by silently watching.

In the room, an altar for worship was set up with lit incense and candles, and offerings were placed upon it.

Everybody in the room watched as Lin Chuan scraped off the cement little by little with his fingers. His fingernails were overturned, and blood gushed out. The sight pained Tang Yumeng so much that she could hardly bear to look. Zhou Rui was beside her, holding Tang Yumeng. Two women, who were originally strangers, now embraced each other in mutual comfort, as if warming each other's hearts through the connection they had with Lin Chuan.

After more than two hours of effort, Lin Chuan's hands were ruined beyond recognition, but fortunately, his mother's body was finally peeled from the heavy cement. However, because her body had already stiffened, it remained in the same horrifying position it was in at the time of death when lowered: arms raised in a defensive position and legs curled.

"Mom..." Seeing his own mother in such a grim state, Lin Chuan broke down once again.

A living person had suddenly been transformed into such a sight. Not just for a son beholding his mother, but even for outsiders, the scene was heart-wrenchingly cold.

"Lin Chuan, please keep your sorrow in check," Tang Yumeng rushed forward to embrace him.

Lin Chuan plunged into Tang Yumeng's arms, sobbing, "Sister, my mom died so miserably."

"I know!" Tang Yumeng nodded, her teeth gritted as she said, "I support you in taking revenge for her, no matter the consequences, I'll shoulder them for you!"

"Sister!" Lin Chuan's eyes red with tears, choked up and said, "I must find them, no matter who it is, I'll kill them, and if anyone dares to stop me, I'll kill them too."

At that moment, no one doubted Lin Chuan. His aura, ready to kill the gods or Buddha that stood in his way, encountered no questioning from anyone.

"Good!" Tang Yumeng firmly said, "Even if it's the King of Heaven himself, I support you in killing him."

At this moment, Tang Yumeng stood resolutely by Lin Chuan's side. Even though she was a public official, a city secretary, she was unwilling to cling to the so-called laws. She decided to resolve the problem with righteousness, just like Lin Chuan.

After all, everyone's heart is made of flesh. Tang Yumeng felt more sympathy for Lin Chuan than anyone else, especially after seeing Mrs. Lin's tragic death, she felt a bone-deep hatred for the murderer. It was bad enough to kill someone, but to seal their body in a cement barrel and ultimately sink it to the bottom of the river was utterly abominable. Tang Yumeng would never tolerate such a criminal act.

"Lin Chuan, Auntie has passed away," Zhou Rui gently persuaded, "Now that she is gone, let her be laid to rest."

"Yes." Zhou Kai urgently agreed.

By now, many people from the factory had come to Lin Chuan's home upon hearing the news. Aunt Zhou squeezed in, urging, "Chuanzi, don't be too sad, keep your mourning moderate. Your mom worked hard her whole life, and now with your successful career, you've given your mom something to be proud of. Regardless of the reason, she's gone now; let's lay her to rest."

"Right, right," many of the elders nearby also advised, "If you don't bury her on time, it will affect her reincarnation in the next life."

With everyone's persuasions, Lin Chuan decided to first bury his mother and then investigate the murderer. No matter who it was or how powerful they were, Lin Chuan was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Okay," Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "My mom's funeral will be held tomorrow."

"We're all from the factory; we're a family," Aunt Zhou said, "We will all help tomorrow. Chuanzi, where will we set up the mourning hall?"

"Let's set it up in our factory," Zhou Kai suggested at that moment, "The space in the factory is large; it can accommodate as many people as needed."

"Right!" Aunt Zhou nodded and said, "We have to order the crystal coffin overnight, along with some other things. As Lin Chuan is the dutiful son, and our Zhou Rui is Lin Chuan's girlfriend, although not yet married, she can still wear mourning clothes in the name of a daughter-in-law..."

Aunt Zhou's words reminded everyone that Lin Chuan and Zhou Rui had already become a couple. If they stood together in the mourning hall tomorrow, most likely all the guests would understand Lin Chuan and Zhou Rui were a pair. Lin Chuan offered no refusal, and Zhou Rui was even more oblivious.

Soon, everyone started to get busy.

It was already midnight, and people hurried to knock on the doors of various offering shops to buy all kinds of sacrificial and funeral goods.

The effort went on until the next morning.

The crystal coffin was delivered overnight. Since the body was stiff, the undertakers forcibly pressed the rigid body down, the cracking sound of joints, bones breaking, fracturing...

Lin Chuan knelt in front of the bed, his forehead bruised and red from kowtowing. Tang Yumeng, Zhou Rui, and Nuo Xiaoxi, as well as others, also knelt down, lying prostrate on the ground. Seeing this, Zhou Kai and others followed suit and knelt down as well.

The dead are treated with great respect; everyone knelt down regardless of rank and whether appropriate or not.

Finally, the undertakers placed the body in the crystal coffin and then transported it into the factory, where they erected a huge mourning hall. Once the mourning hall was set up, neighbors from the factory community brought wreaths, a dense circle of them arranged inside the factory, spiraling towards the entrance and then placed down the road, stretching out on both sides of it—easily a hundred to two hundred wreaths in total.

Passersby couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the funeral service.

On the first day of the mourning, the elders and folks from Changlin Factory almost all arrived, with most of them bringing wreaths. A lot of the young factory workers relied on Lin Chuan for their livelihood, and his status at Changlin Factory could be said to have risen with the tide. Everyone held a great deal of respect for Lin Chuan.

The memorial service began in the afternoon, drawing a large crowd of attendees.

However, people were soon surprised to discover that in front of the mourning hall, it wasn't just Lin Chuan who was clad in the sackcloth of mourning. Tang Yumeng, Nuo Xiaoxi, and Zhou Rui were all following Lin Chuan, dressed in the same mourning attire.

Tang Yumeng couldn't resist Lin Chuan's persuasion either.

"Xiao Yu, this isn't good for you," Lin Chuan persuaded, "It's not good for your reputation."

"It doesn't matter," Tang Yumeng shook her head and said, "The whole world knows I'm your girlfriend, what difference does it make? Sooner or later I'll be your woman, I'm just afraid I might not get the chance to wear mourning attire for your mom in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan could only nod in agreement.

Lin Chuan could understand why Nuo Xiaoxi was wearing mourning attire; after all, his mom had always treated her like a daughter-in-law, providing her with lots of care and affection at home. Therefore, Lin Chuan didn't say much about Nuo Xiaoxi wearing mourning attire, only Tang Yumeng and Zhou Rui were different cases.

"You..." Lin Chuan looked at Zhou Rui.

"My aunt is here," Zhou Rui glared at Lin Chuan, saying, "You wouldn't forget, would you? She agreed yesterday that I should wear the mourning attire. If I don't wear it today, I'm afraid... she'll break my legs."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan could only nod in agreement.

The workers from Changlin Factory couldn't understand, a filial son like Lin Chuan, how could he suddenly have three daughters in mourning? The Lin family only had a single son, didn't they? Nuo Xiaoxi was Lin Chuan's future daughter-in-law, everyone in the factory knew that, but... who were the other two women, as beautiful as Heavenly Immortals?

"This is strange, what's going on?"

"I don't know!"

"Could they be hired mourners from the funeral service company?"

"Impossible!"

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, many of them not understanding this scene.

In front of the mourning hall, a man and three women knelt before it, returning courteous bows to the friends and relatives who had come to offer their condolences.

At the door, the master of ceremonies from the funeral service company continuously announced, "A guest has arrived!"

People entered the mourning hall in succession, saluting, bowing, offering incense...

"Hey, isn't that Song Ming? Why have they come too?" someone from the Jvyi Gang curiously asked.

Indeed, Song Ming's car slowly pulled up at the scene. Following that, Song Ming and his family of three got out of the car and walked towards the mourning hall.

"A guest has arrived!" the master of ceremonies shouted loudly.

Lin Chuan, along with Tang Yumeng and the other two, looked towards the entrance. Song Ming dressed in a black suit, Song Hao behind him in a white shirt, and Mrs. Song in a dark outfit. The group walked slowly towards the mourning hall; the three of them lined up, bowing neatly, before offering incense.

Song Ming walked up to Lin Chuan, his face filled with grief, and said deeply and sincerely, "Lin Chuan, my condolences!"

"Vice Secretary Song, I'll turn my grief and indignation into strength," Lin Chuan said earnestly, "I will personally capture the murderer and kill him with my own hands."

"Good, good, good!" Song Ming said 'good' three times in succession.

As Lin Chuan spoke, Song Hao beside him shivered, his whole body trembling slightly, seemingly very afraid of Lin Chuan. He didn't dare to meet Lin Chuan's eyes and followed his father, head lowered, exiting the hall.

As a deputy secretary with high authority, Tang Yumeng never understood why he would come to Mrs. Lin's funeral.

After leaving the mourning hall, Song Ming got into the car with his son and wife.

Not long after, a black Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly approached.

The Northeast Tiger accompanied by the bearded man and Qiu Wuming walked slowly towards the mourning hall. The master of ceremonies shouted, "A guest has arrived."