Meng Chuyue stuffed all potentially useful items she might need before leaving—property deeds, bankbooks, receipts, household registration booklets, utility notebooks—into her space.
The rest—clothes, bedding, furniture, and the like—remained untouched, even though some were rather exquisite and even though they could fit in her space.
Soon, Meng Yinhua arrived.
Meng Yinhua and Meng Wanhua bore a slight resemblance to each other.
In his youth, he was known far and wide as a handsome lad.
Unfortunately, he had put on weight in middle age and now looked like a genial, chubby man.
Unlike Meng Jingfen's astonishment, he was full of sorrow, his eyes red.
After entering the room, he cried out as he covered his face and asked Meng Chuyue, "How did Wanhua die? How could it have been so sudden?"
See, this was the normal reaction of a relative.
Although she harbored no affection for Meng Yinhua, Meng Chuyue knew he had genuine feelings for Meng Wanhua.
