Of course, the Zheng Family's reception of the Xiang Family's siblings was extremely solemn, causing quite a stir throughout the venue.
It was evident that the influence of the Xiang family clan from Ningnan Province was profound and undeniable.
The siblings had no attendants, yet their steps were in unison, walking with the grace of those born to prestigious families, both handsome and beautiful, full of style.
Many outsiders, just like the person who had arrived earlier, stepped back and opened a path, watching them with the respect due a salute.
Even Li Tanglu and Luo Tianlin, among others, stood up in the rest area and paid close attention. Of course, Old Secretary Li's heart must have been filled with even more emotion, right?
This was influence, this was sophistication!
At least, Liu Zhizhong could deeply feel it. Even his vanity found a considerable measure of satisfaction.
Look, Xiang Wenhua approaching steadily; that is my wild father-in-law, whom I privately must address as 'Uncle.' A father-in-law just past thirty, haha, young and with such poise.
Look, Little Aunt Xin, no need to mention the nature of our relationship, right? Improving day by day!
Of course, Xiang Wenhua representing the Southern Xiang Family and Qian Xuan representing the Qian Family from the southwest each had their distinct qualities.
In terms of temperament, Qian Xuan, having lost both legs, remained elegant and composed. His wife Luo Shuxiu was dignified, gentle, and generous, fully capable of supporting him in the public eye.
And Xiang Wenhua, of average height, appeared around one meter seventy-four or five in leather shoes, with a temperament like a calm iceberg, steady and cool.
Wen Xin was delicately beautiful and radiant, her unique features suggesting a comic book heroine, extremely eye-catching and striking.
The Zheng Family Master, too, was busy with courteous exchanges, meeting and conversing with the Xiang siblings—all so naturally and solemnly.
What Xiang Wenhua and his sister said to each other, Liu Zhizhong could not hear, nor could he make out their lips moving. But he could sense the siblings felt even closer. They both embraced the Zheng Family Master, whispering something in low voices.
That included Xiang Wenhua and Feng Xiaoyue, who also embraced in a very polite and composed manner, having a brief conversation.
Wen Xin did the same, even with Feng Jianren, whom she often criticized—embracing and comforting her, with none of the usual complaints or resentment visible. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁
In the face of a funeral, everyone was so restrained. This was sophistication, this was tradition, right? After all, respect for the deceased comes first!
Liu Zhizhong could also see that Mr. Zheng had spoken a few extra words with the Xiang siblings, even holding Xiang Wenhua with his left hand and Wen Xin with his right. The siblings were very respectful and courteous in their conversation, leading Mr. Zheng to shed many tears, though it was unclear what was said. Beside them, Feng Xiaoyue and her in-laws, along with her younger sister-in-law, were incessantly wiping away tears.
Liu Zhizhong could feel that this circle of powerful people was different from the general public, though even within the circle there were varying degrees of closeness. It was clear that the Qian Family and the Xiang Family had different levels of relationship with the Zheng Family.
Afterward, Xiang Wenhua and Wen Xin together offered incense with a very traditional and deep bow, perfectly expressing their sentiments.
Xiang Wenhua did not say much in front of the spirit tablet. After completing the incense ritual, he still took his sister to the side of the body, where he reached out to touch Zheng Sanjing's cold hand and held it for a good while, which drew people's attention.
After some time, he finally looked up to the sky and sighed deeply, gently stroking and patting on Zheng Sanjing's hand and softly intoning, "Have a good journey, classmate Sanjing!"
Liu Zhizhong saw this from the side and could sense that at this moment, Xiang Wenhua's heart held no rivalry, only the intent to send an old friend on his final journey.