The convoy didn't go to the provincial government. It headed straight for the funeral home.
Chen Shouyi stared blankly out the window. When he came back to himself, he asked Bai Xiaoling, "Do we have a condolence envelope?"
"Yes! We do!" Bai Xiaoling hurriedly took a white envelope she had prepared earlier from her purse. The black character for "condolences" on it stood out starkly.
Chen Shouyi took it and saw that it already contained some money. He didn't mind, gave it a glance, and slipped it into his pocket.
They soon arrived at the funeral home, where a large crowd was already waiting at the entrance.
"Skree!"
The convoy came to a stop.
Chen Shouyi, dressed in a black suit, got out of the car, his expression stern.
Qin Liuyuan's wife, Wang Suzhen, wore white mourning clothes. Grief and exhaustion etched her face, and her eyes were swollen from crying. Yet when she saw Chen Shouyi, she still grew a little excited and hurried over. "Chief Chen, I never thought you'd come too. If Old Qin knows of this from the afterlife, he can rest with a smile."
Chen Shouyi fell silent. "Old Qin was my friend. When something happened to him, of course I had to come and see him one last time. Sister-in-law, please accept my condolences."
Wang Suzhen pressed a hand firmly over her mouth and turned her head slightly, trying to hold back her grief. After a moment, she called over her two sons. "Jiale... Lingjie, hurry and greet Uncle!"
"Hello, Uncle Chen." Qin Jiale and Qin Lingjie were both Great Martial Artists now, prominent figures in Ningzhou, but neither felt the slightest resistance at calling Chief Chen, who was roughly their age, "Uncle." They greeted him with great respect.
He nodded and patted them