ss is it of yours Are you bored as a boss"Lu Qinan instinctively wanted to retort, but as soon as he looked up and saw Jun Zhimu's cold gaze, he could only remain silent.Today is Saturday. Originally,...Funeral.

Jun Zhimu was hurrying home. As soon as he got off the plane, he received a message that his father, Jun Qingcheng, had just passed away. Jun Zhimu stood in the bustling airport, with no emotion on his face, holding his phone and saying nothing.

"Young Master Zhimu, please don't be too sad about your father." The butler on the phone offered words of comfort.

Jun Zhi Mu only then came to his senses, and let out an "hmm."

Actually, he couldn't quite explain it either. Sadness, what did sadness even feel like

His father, Jun Qingcheng, was a sickly child from birth. He was rushed to the emergency room countless times and underwent numerous surgeries just to prolong his life. He lived in constant pain for so many years. If it weren't for his grandfather's reluctance, his father himself would have preferred to be free from suffering sooner.

The driver from Jun's family had been waiting at the airport early on, successfully picking up Jun Zhimu. A sense of relief finally washed over him in his heart.

Over the years, as Jun Qingcheng's condition worsened, the Jun family was shrouded in a heavy, oppressive gloom. The invisible weight pressed down on everyone, making it hard to breathe.

The Jun family estate sits on a hill in Chaoyang, covering tens of thousands of square meters. It's evident that the patriarch, Jun, had grand ambitions back then. Unfortunately, his only son, Jun Qing, couldn't bear such good fortune. Today, white-haired parents are sending their black-haired child off.

When Junzhimu just got off the car, his wet nurse Fang Da Ma rushed forward to greet him, "Young Master Junzhimu, you're back." Fang Da Ma's eyes were red-rimmed, she had clearly been crying recently.

Jun Qingcheng's passing saddened the servants of the Jun family deeply. Although they were just working, the Jun family treated them well with good pay and benefits. Even though Young Master Jun Qingcheng had always endured the torment of illness, he was mild-tempered and humble. Even when he was in excruciating pain from his illness, he rarely lost his temper with the servants. This made everyone feel even more sorry and heartbroken for him.

Fang Da Ma today overstepped her bounds, her voice raspy as she whispered, "Young Master Zhi Mu, you must accompany the old master well."

When Junqing passed away due to illness, the most heartbroken person was Master Jun.

"Mm." Jun Zhi Mu didn't say much, his expression cold, he nodded at her, then turned and strode towards his father's room with another male servant.

Jun Qingcheng had been pronounced dead by the doctor hours ago, but his body still lay peacefully on the bed. No one dared to move him.

Lord Jun's face was haggard, as if he had aged many years overnight. Although he had long expected that his sickly son wouldn't live for much longer and knew that living was only a torment of pain, he still couldn't bear it. This was his only son, and he would use every means possible to prolong his life.

His son never complained about any of his decisions. It was unbelievable that such an arrogant and hot-tempered man could have such a mild-mannered and considerate son.

Why did God let him see his son to the end Wasn't it because he had done too many bad things when he was young Shouldn't karma have come back to him instead of letting his son suffer so much

Elderly Mr. Jun's eyes were cloudy and dry, devoid of tears, like an old well run dry, lifeless and without vitality. The old man trembled as he sat on the large bed, staring blankly at his son who lay there, forever silent.

The shepherd came up behind the old man, placing his large hand upon the frail shoulder.

Mr. Jun's body trembled.

The old man didn't turn his head, he recognized it was his grandson's hand. At this moment, neither the grandfather nor the grandson spoke, but the old man could truly feel a sense of security. The corners of the old man's eyes gradually became moist, and he choked back a sob.

When Junzhi's shepherd looked upon his father on the bed, he saw that his father had long been tortured by illness beyond recognition. He finally closed his eyes, no longer needing to endure the pain.

Jun Zhi Mu did not shed tears, he was a very rational person. If it wasn't for his grandfather's emotional reliance on his father, he would rather help his father find peace as soon as possible.

Although it was so straightforward, Junzhimu's heart remained heavy and uncomfortable.

At last, Master Jun allowed his servants to attend to Jun Qing's appearance and prepare for the funeral.

When the news broke, several of Jun's aunts rushed to his bedside. They had always known their sickly brother's death was a matter of time. While there was some sadness, they were mostly concerned with securing future resources for themselves.

Jun Qing's funeral was held with solemnity and grandeur.

Friends from all walks of life dressed in solemn attire and brought condolences. Everyone at the funeral had their own thoughts, after all, it involved many vested interests.

Many people took the opportunity to chat with Jun Zhimu, after all, he was the official heir of the Jun family after Jun Qingcheng's passing.

Jun, as the successor, was used to such flattery and insincere behavior. On such solemn occasions, he couldn't lose his temper or have people driven away. He had to politely entertain these guests on behalf of his grandfather.

What surprised the shepherd most of all was his mother.

As the wife of Jun, Jiang Mei-li was renowned for her beauty and grace. Today, she wore a black long dress and her usual elegant makeup. However, today she did not maintain her composure.

In the cemetery, as her father's coffin was about to be lowered into the ground, she seemed to go mad. She rushed forward, pushing aside the pallbearers, and clung tightly to the coffin. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her eyeliner and smudging her heavy makeup, making her look utterly disheveled.

"... Jun Qingcheng, how can you, how can you still think of her I am your wife, your wife... You can't just leave like this, I want you to look at me properly, I am your wife..."

Jiang Meili cried like a lunatic, completely losing it.

She clutched the coffin, screaming in broken bursts, as if venting anger and frustration. Though her words were unintelligible to others, her grief, sorrow, and reluctance were palpable.

There was once a rumor that Jun Qingcheng had never intended to marry. His marriage to Jiang Meili was purely for the purpose of having children. Given Jun Qingcheng's serious illness, he couldn't even perform normally as a man. Jun Zhimu successfully achieved pregnancy through multiple attempts at artificial insemination. Therefore, people in the circle believed that Jun Qingcheng and Jiang Meili had no feelings for each other.

At this moment, Jun Zhimu couldn't quite understand his mother.

Insincere Just to save face for Madam Jun in the end

Or did she really ever love his father

Jun Zhi Mu thought it was laughable. He wasn't good at these emotional games and had no interest in understanding them.

When he was a child, he was kidnapped and witnessed his mother's infidelity with her lover. They even conspired to kidnap him and extort a large sum of money from the Jun family, hoping to run away together.

In the end, he escaped. They didn't get the huge sum of money, all the kidnappers involved were dead, and his mother remained today's Junfu.

He did not tell anyone about the dirty thing that his mother Jiang Meili had done, not even his grandfather when he questioned him.

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