The next day, a persistent drizzle set in as the rainy season began.
The news of Shen Wan's death spread like wildfire, with many of the elite families in Ning City having heard something about it.
Clad in a black suit, Shen Heng carried Shen Wan's urn home with a solemn expression. He took it to the cemetery at ten in the morning where quite a crowd had gathered to gawk. Few were there to mourn—how could they offer condolences for a murderer?
The association between the Shens and He Corporation added much buzz to the funeral.
"President Shen, please accept my condolences."
"Your generosity is commendable, Shen Wan's death is not a loss."
Shen Heng let out a sigh and said with feigned solemnity, "My elder brother supported her for so many years, and now she's gone, disappeared like smoke. As her uncle, it is my duty to send her off on her final journey."
"President Shen is truly a good man."
"Yes, I've never seen someone as magnanimous as President Shen."
