So with the recommendation of the clerk, Jiang Qin quickly bought a suitable suit without even negotiating the price.
When he came here, he actually brought a suit that he often wore. After all, he had several business banquets to attend during this trip to Shanghai. The suit was custom-made and fit him perfectly. But when he thought about going to meet Feng Nanshu’s mother, , he still wants to wear a new one.
The next morning, the sky was a bit gloomy in the distance, and the family drove to Qiushui Cemetery in two cars.
Then a group of six people walked up the stairs step by step, and finally came to No. 606 in Area B, where they laid out the tributes they brought one by one.
Jiang Qin stood next to Feng Nanshu in a suit and tie, looking at the photos on the tombstone. The image of the little rich mother’s mother gradually became clear in his mind.
Feng Nanshu looks very much like her mother, and she is also a stunning beauty. Her photos were taken when she was in her twenties, almost the same as Feng Nanshu now.
Jiang Qin asked his aunt before and found out that she died of cancer. There was no other reason. She was simply a woman with a bad life.
“Every time Nan Shu comes, she will cry here for a long time. She can’t remember Lin Xian clearly, but she misses her mother very much.”
Qin Jingqiu looked at Yuan Youqin and said softly: “Actually, if Lin Xian’s life is better, our Nan Shu will really be a rich lady.”
Yuan Youqin patted Qin Jingqiu’s hand: “She is also a rich young lady now.”
“The eldest lady is actually not very accurate. When my partners mention Nan Shu to me, they will call her Mrs. Jiang.”
“Jiang Qin said this when he was in the news, right? This kid is still doing some human things.”
At this time, the little rich woman was kneeling in front of the tombstone, looking at the woman on the tombstone, and said to her heart, Mom, I brought my big bear here to show you whether it is handsome or not.
And Jiang Qin was standing behind, reaching out and stroking her hair, his eyes were rarely mischievous.
After Feng Nanshu’s worship was over, Qin Jingqiu handed a stick of incense to Jiang Qin: “Let’s go down below and burn some paper money. You can stay here to talk to Nanshu’s mother.”
In fact, the biggest protagonist of this worship ceremony is Jiang Qin, because everyone knows that this is to let Nan Shu’s mother see who will eventually marry her precious daughter.
Yuan Youqin took Feng Nanshu’s hand and warned her son before leaving: “If you dare to talk nonsense with Nanshu’s mother and call her a good friend, you will never enter the house again.”
“Then what’s my name?”
“Call me aunt, but never say “honey”. My good friend’s mother, I am Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu’s good friend.”
Jiang Qin opened his mouth and said to himself, “You are really my mother. Do you know all my tricks?”
Yuan Youqin said nothing, stepped down the steps, took Feng Nanshu to meet Qin Jingqiu, and carried the gold, silver and paper money to the incinerator.
At this time, the wind was howling in the sky, and the cold wind was blowing straight into the distance. It felt cool to the core, and even the surrounding pines and cypresses were swaying.
Jiang Qin lit the incense in his hand, inserted it into the incense burner in front of the tombstone, knelt down and kowtowed six times to the rhythm of dong dong dong dong, dong, dong.
“When we worship our elders, we usually kowtow four times.”