C8 (1/2)

”It's her! She's the murderer! She seduced her own Qin Shouren, and in order to obtain the inheritance as soon as possible, she killed someone. She was a shameless fox spirit, a murderer! Quick, catch her, catch her! ”

The police could not find any direct evidence pointing to Su Yan, so with Wen Qing's words alone, they could not catch him.

In less than a day, the news of Qin Shouren's death had spread throughout the entire city.

However, the one being discussed the most was Su Yan.

The secret family matters of the Wealthy Class were what everyone was most curious about.

Su Yan hadn't even stepped out of the door these few days, and there were always people pointing and pointing at her. She was clearly a group of people who didn't understand anything, but they were actually able to look down on her with just a few rumors.

Tomorrow is the funeral, Su Yan could no longer hide in his room.

After dinner at five o'clock, she decided to go back to her room. She had to sleep well tonight, and she didn't know what she would be like tomorrow.

Su Yan was stopped in the corridor.

Looking at the man in front of her, she felt like she was in another world. It had been a long time since she last saw Qin Xiangbei.

He looked a little tired. He must be very busy these two days, taking care of Qin Shouren's ”matters behind the body”.

”Let's talk about the inheritance.”

As expected of Qin Xiangbei.

Su Yan felt that there was nothing much to discuss with him, ”Let's talk after the funeral, I need to rest now.”

Qin Xiangbei frowned in displeasure, he pulled Su Yan who was about to leave, but before he could even finish his words, he was ruthlessly thrown off.

”Don't you have a conscience?! The person has not been buried yet, are you that impatient?! ” Su Yan left as soon as she finished shouting, she was annoyed just by looking at him.

Qin Xiangbei looked at his own hands that had been flung away in begging, he didn't even know how strong she was. Seeing that the woman had left without even turning her head back, Qin Xiangbei felt extremely frustrated in his heart.

There were a lot of people at the funeral, most of them people with good reputations.

Therefore, when Su Yan came, he did not stir up any trouble.

On the other hand, Wen Qing who was at the front of the group, could not help it when he saw Su Yan dressed in black appear here.

Before Su Yan could enter, he was hit on the head by a flower basket.

”You, a vixen, still have the guts to come?!” She had always pounced on him and torn him apart. This time, she only threw a basket at him. This was already considered very good.

But it was a funeral after all, and that was enough to mess things up.

The people around them started to whisper, Su Yan could hear the ear-piercing words clearly. She endured the depression in her heart. All of this was within her expectations; she had been prepared to bear this burden since yesterday.

But there was something unexpected that she didn't expect, Wen Qing threw a dozen or so photos on her red forehead.