The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

"Is it them?" Zhou Kai almost blamed everything on the Northeast Tiger, and when he saw the Northeast Tiger still dare to show up, he immediately prepared to arm himself. At that moment, Lin Chuan reprimanded, "Stop!"

"Brother Chuan, aunt must have been killed by this brat," Zhou Kai said loudly.

"Today's guests are to be respected," Lin Chuan said with a somber face, "No one is allowed to act recklessly."

"Ah!" Zhou Kai grit his teeth and could only helplessly retreat.

The three brothers of the Northeast Tiger wore dark navy blue suits with dark blue ties. After entering, the three bowed and offered incense.

"Brother Lin, my condolences," said the Northeast Tiger, his mouth always carrying that slight, mocking smile, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"Rest assured," Lin Chuan shook hands with the Northeast Tiger, smiling, "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Blood for blood, life for life!"

"Exactly," the Northeast Tiger patted Lin Chuan's shoulder, "Brothers who struggle in this world all have a backbone of steel. Kill one of mine, and I'll kill your entire family! That's the spirit. Brother, I hope you find the killer of your mother soon."

"Thank you for your kind words," Lin Chuan's eyes were bloodshot, his aura murderous.

After the Northeast Tiger left the memorial hall, he got into the car.

"Big brother, it looks like we have to think of some ways," said Qiu Wuming, "Lin Chuan is dead set on finding the killer."

"I have already made arrangements," said the Northeast Tiger, "Little Two and Little Three will smuggle to Hong Kong tonight, then from Hong Kong to Canada. From now on, let them settle overseas. Lin Chuan will never be able to find the killer. As long as he doesn't find them, hehe… we can rest easy."

"Hmm!" Qiu Wuming nodded.

The funeral was arranged very grandly. Unable to properly honor his mother during her lifetime, Lin Chuan could only make up for it now with grandeur.

During the three days of the vigil, Lin Chuan almost stopped eating, drinking, and sleeping.

"Lin Chuan, please eat something," Tang Yumeng nearly pleaded.

"Sister, I won't eat," Lin Chuan shook his head, "I am unfilial, and this is the punishment I deserve. It will forever remind me."

"But, if you don't eat or drink, your body will eventually collapse," Tang Yumeng said helplessly.

"It won't," Lin Chuan shook his head, "I know my own body."

Tang Yumeng was somewhat anxious. Whether it was Tang Yumeng, Zhou Rui, or Nuo Xiaoxi, none of their attempts to persuade him worked.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, Tang Yumeng bitten her teeth and said, "Fine, if you won't eat, we won't eat either."

"Yes, if you don't eat, we won't eat either!" Zhou Rui hurriedly nodded, "If you're going to starve, then we'll starve with you."

Seeing that these three women were set on getting him to eat, Lin Chuan reluctantly ate a bowl of rice. Only then did the three women feel relieved. Tang Yumeng wiped Lin Chuan's mouth, saying, "Why don't you rest for a while? You haven't slept for several days."

"I'm not tired!" Lin Chuan shook his head.

No one could persuade Lin Chuan when he was this determined; they could only accompany him helplessly.

On the third day of the memorial service, the emcee shouted, "A guest has arrived."

Outside, a taxi stopped. A tall girl with short bob hair and tanned skin. She was in a camouflage suit, looking sleek and capable, radiating a brilliant and vibrant aura. Lin Chuan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw the woman, "Xiao Jia?"

"Lin Chuan, I'm sorry, I'm late," Song Xiaojia said, her eyes red.

"No, not late," Lin Chuan shook his head.

Song Xiaojia entered the memorial hall then knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Normally, guests perform three bows and then offer incense. However, Song Xiaojia performed the filial piety of a devoted son, which was unexpected for those around. After offering incense, Song Xiaojia wiped her tears alone. Lin Chuan went up to comfort her.

Song Xiaojia held on to Lin Chuan's arm and said, "Lin Chuan, I only found out about your aunt's death yesterday, and I flew back home overnight."

"It's good that you could come back," Lin Chuan held Song Xiaojia, soothing her gently.

Being a peacekeeper police officer in Yemen, Song Xiaojia managed to take leave immediately upon hearing the news and rush back, which was quite remarkable. Not to mention the difficulty in taking leave as a peacekeeper, and the journey back home was tremendously long as well. The plane flight alone took more than ten hours. Her journey was arduous and indeed pitiful.

Despite not wearing mourning attire, Song Xiaojia was busy at the memorial hall, attending to the guests.

The afternoon of the third day was time for the funeral procession.

On this afternoon, the sunlight was glaring. The funeral home was discussing with Lin Chuan the route to the crematorium.

"No need to discuss," Lin Chuan spoke, "Today, I want the whole Jiangbei City to know that my mother is having a grand funeral."

Rustle…

At this moment, over two hundred young men in black suits, white shirts, wearing treasure blue ties, and black leather shoes, appeared neatly at the road outside the gate. Before the hundreds of guests at the scene could even react.

A voice came: "Unity Hall is here to guard the spirit."

Zhou Kai, imposing and majestic, held two axes in his hands, dressed in a black suit, looking incredibly handsome.

Another voice came: "Jvyi Gang is here to guard the spirit."

Lu Dapao stepped forward.

Huang Bo, the last one, who used to stutter, now no longer had the problem. He fluently said, "Ren Yi Hall is here to guard the spirit."

"Bow," Zhou Kai shouted loudly.

Over two hundred neatly dressed members of Feixiang Company bowed, a total of three times.

The head of the funeral company was terrified and thought, damn, so Lin Chuan is actually a gang leader. No wonder he made such bold statements just now, originally thinking he was lying, only to find out it was true. This was truly surprising.

Since Lin Chuan had made arrangements, there was nothing more to be said, and the head of the funeral company immediately proceeded according to Lin Chuan's plans. Lin Chuan's request was simple, to circle the city with the hearse.

"What!" Manager Liu was scared, saying, "This... this might not be a good idea?"

"Tell me, what's not good about it? Is it a lack of money, or is it difficult to manage?" Lin Chuan asked coldly.

"Money is no problem, it's just... having so many people walking on the road might not be good," said Manager Liu awkwardly, "If it's just the hearse circling the city, there would absolutely be no problem."

"Nonsense!" Lin Chuan spat in his face, saying, "What I want is just to circle the city, and the funeral guests will follow all the way."

"This..." Manager Liu had never encountered such a tricky problem before and didn't expect to face it today. He said awkwardly, "The traffic police... might not be okay with it?"

"I'll take full responsibility," Lin Chuan patted his chest.

"Then... okay," Manager Liu could only nod and agree.

Afterward, the hearse led the way, and the professional funeral team from the funeral company cried in mourning through loudspeakers at the front. Lin Chuan walked behind the hearse, holding a portrait. Tang Yumeng, Zhou Rui, Nuo Xiaoxi, and Song Xiaojia followed behind Lin Chuan.

Behind them were hundreds of the funeral's friends and relatives. Flanking them left and right, guarding, were Zhou Kai, Lu Dapao, and several other members from their halls, all in uniform.

Over two hundred people formed lines on both sides, guarding the hearse and friends and relatives in the middle. The procession emerged from the south road intersection of Huai Mountain, immediately catching countless eyes.

"Wow, such a magnificent funeral."

"Which family lost an elder?"

Bystanders asked curiously because they had never seen a funeral of such scale, elegance, and imposing nature before. Even the most lavish funerals just had more cars following; however, today's funeral completely overturned everyone's concept. Filial sons walking, all friends and relatives on foot, and a crowd in uniform as escorts, clearly were high-standard honors.

Once the motorcade hit the road, it immediately drew countless onlookers. On both sides of the road, dense crowds stopped to watch this grand funeral.

Since the road in Huai Mountain was a six-lane road with three lanes in each direction.

The funeral procession barely got on the road when the three lanes were completely blocked, with cars behind continuously honking. Meanwhile, the funeral procession kept emerging from the intersection, slowly moving along. The cars behind were extremely impatient.

Suddenly, this main artery in the eastern part of the city was completely blocked. The traffic behind the funeral procession quickly accumulated over a hundred vehicles, with more cars continuously driving in this direction. Eventually, the line of cars grew longer and the scene more spectacular.

Many people called the traffic police department to complain.

After receiving the complaints, the traffic police immediately rushed to the scene to assess the situation.

The person in charge was still the same veteran traffic officer. Upon arriving, he didn't act immediately.

"Captain, isn't this funeral procession a bit too extravagant?" a few traffic officers were dumbfounded.

"This..." The old traffic officer was stunned, spotting Lin Chuan dressed in mourning from afar. He said in astonishment, "It's him?"

"Captain, shouldn't we go forward and persuade them to stop?" other traffic officers asked.

"Wait a moment!" The old traffic officer immediately shook his head, saying, "There's no need to stop the funeral procession. Go and direct the cars behind to detour to nearby intersections. Also, send a few people to the southern Huai Mountain intersection to stop cars from continuing on this road and redirect all traffic to other intersections."

"Yes!" The traffic police team moved into action.

Soon, the trailing traffic flow was diverted. The old traffic officer, along with his team, followed the funeral procession, diverting vehicles at each intersection and halting traffic from using this road. Thus, the traffic in the eastern part of the city remained smooth, and the funeral procession was undisturbed.

"The deceased elder really had a grand funeral."

"That's someone with status and background. Otherwise, how could there be traffic police escorts?"

"And so many people escorting too."

Along the way, wherever they went, they nearly caused a spectacle, evoking the feeling of a whole town sending off the deceased. It was truly astonishing and unbelievable.