After Swapping Lives, the Metaphysics Side Character Became the Wealthy Family's Beloved - Chapter 135

Sigh!

After Li Feng came out of her bedroom, He Jianhong asked about the matter concerning Bai Ci.

With a worried expression, Li Feng said, “Jianhong, I don’t think A’Ci will give up easily.”

“It’s fine if she doesn’t.”

Unexpectedly, Li Feng glared at him immediately.

“What nonsense are you talking? The attitude Jingnian has toward that girl, we both saw it. If A’Ci keeps pushing herself on him, what does that make her? A homewrecker? A troublemaker?”

“Your words are too harsh. Jingnian said they’re just friends, which means they haven’t established a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship yet. If A’Ci can win Jingnian over, I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Relationships should be based on mutual affection.”

“Such a narrow-minded view. A’Ci is our distant relative. If she marries Jingnian, it will only benefit our family and do no harm. I could keep my position as clan leader until I die!”

He Jianhong had his own selfish motives.

The position of clan leader was a highly coveted one, with many people eyeing it.

Li Feng suddenly fell silent.

The position of clan leader must not be lost!

She hoped A’Ci would work hard and strive to win over He Jingnian as soon as possible. A’Ci’s looks and figure were exceptional.

He Jingnian was a vigorous young man—there would inevitably be moments when he couldn’t control himself.

After all, men were easily tempted.

The next day.

Downstairs.

The dining table was set with specialty foods from Qingshui Town—soft, glutinous dishes that were both visually appealing and delicious.

Li Qiao picked up her spoon and took a bite. It was sweet and so delicious that she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

“Qiaoqiao, any plans for today?” Li Shaoyu asked.

He Jingnian, sitting at the head of the table, set down his spoon. “There’s a celebratory funeral today. Would you be interested?”

“Sure.”

Li Qiao nodded. A celebratory funeral was a good thing.

Since his sister agreed, Li Shaoyu naturally had no objections either!

After breakfast, they headed to the household holding the funeral.

During yesterday’s dinner, the clan leader had mentioned that the deceased was an elder of the He clan.

Since He Jingnian had returned, it was only right for him to attend.

When they arrived at the host’s home, the family warmly invited them in, behaving eagerly and enthusiastically around He Jingnian.

Li Qiao examined the portrait of the deceased elder—a kindly looking old man.

The ice coffin was placed in the main hall.

On both sides of the hall knelt the children and grandchildren of the deceased, each with a smile on their face.

Not a single person in the entire courtyard was shedding tears.

Li Shaoyu tugged at Li Qiao sleeve and whispered, “Qiaoqiao, aren’t these people too unfilial? Their elder has passed away, and not one of them is crying.”

They were simply disgraceful descendants.

“This elder lived to be 115 years old, free from illness and pain. This is a celebratory funeral for someone who lived to a ripe old age. It shows that his children and grandchildren are all filial and righteous people, and the old master was a respected elder of high virtue.”

“This is a beautiful outcome achieved through mutual effort. Whether someone cries or not doesn’t truly represent anything. Besides, some people aren’t filial while their elders are alive. What’s the use of crying sorrowfully after they’ve passed away?”

“So, tears are not the measure of filial piety.”

Li Shaoyu looked at Li Qiao with a complicated expression. His sister was so wise.

For a moment, Li Shaoyu felt rather ashamed.

He adjusted his face mask and stood quietly beside Li Qiao, watching the host family prepare for the funeral.

The preparations took a long time.

Li Qiao and the others couldn’t help much here. As the sun began to set, Li Qiao and Li Shaoyu left the host’s home.

Outside, Li Qiao glanced at the paper effigies placed on both sides of the road.

“Miss Li, where are you headed?”

Li Qiao looked up to see He Lichuan approaching. She glanced at the faint flames on his shoulders.

So weak!

“We’re heading back,” Li Shaoyu said. His face was hidden behind a mask, and He Lichuan found it a bit strange, but city folks were different, so it wasn’t his concern.

“Where have you been?”

“Oh, I went to help out at the burial site. Now we’re just waiting for Second Elder He to be laid to rest!”

Li Qiao nodded. Just as He Lichuan was about to enter, Li Qiao called out to him.

“Have you encountered anything strange recently?”

A confused He Lichuan shook his head.

Li Qiao said, “If you come across anything unusual, remember to come find me at the He family old house.”

“Okay, sure.”

Although he didn’t understand what she meant, He Lichuan politely made a mental note of it.