My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife-Chapter 330 Preparing to Go to Miaojiang

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Don’t seek revenge...

Leave East Sea...

Hide your identity...

Those were the last words Grandpa Qin wrote with his dying breath.

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He was all too aware of the Martial Alliance’s power, realizing that if his grandson sought revenge, it would be no different from courting death. It would be falling right into their trap, using his death to lure his grandson into a deadly snare.

"Xiaoyu, if there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word!"

Lord Yan’s voice was hoarse as he spoke.

Not only was Grandpa Qin his relative by marriage, but he was also his savior. Without Grandpa Qin’s intervention, he might still be in a vegetative state, unconscious.

"Grandpa Yan, I need some quiet,"

said Qin Yu, holding his grandfather’s body, his lips quivering.

"Alright..."

Grandpa Yan nodded, then closed the door and walked out.

"Mingyu..."

Grandpa Yan saw his granddaughter approaching briskly and shook his head, signaling her not to go in and disturb Qin Yu.

"Grandpa, what exactly happened? Grandpa Qin, he..."

Upon turning around, Yan Mingyu asked in a quiet voice as she walked alongside her grandfather.

"I reckon it’s related to some matters in the Martial Forest. Grandpa Qin’s identity is not simple, and we just never knew!"

Sometimes, Lord Yan would chat with Grandpa Qin, who would occasionally mention some matters of the Martial Forest, although they were usually inconsequential.

"I fear that this incident with Grandpa Qin will be a huge blow to Qin Yu..."

Yan Mingyu bit her lip, looking very worried.

"Sigh... The Martial Alliance is too powerful; we can’t really help much. And Grandpa Qin’s last words... he didn’t want Qin Yu to seek revenge..."

Lord Yan let out a deep sigh, his experience telling that he was well aware of the existence of the Martial Alliance. Even with his wealth, he was nothing compared to them.

"Grandpa, why don’t you go rest for a while? I’ll go keep Qin Yu company!"

Yan Mingyu said, noticing the bloodshot eyes of her grandfather, concerned about his health.

"Alright... You are Qin Yu’s wife; you should be by his side to comfort him,"

Lord Yan nodded. Only when his granddaughter reentered the backyard, did he, accompanied by two bodyguards, step out into the night.

Creak...

A few minutes later, Yan Mingyu pushed open the door of the room Grandpa Qin used to live in.

She saw Qin Yu sitting on the floor, holding Grandpa Qin’s body, staring blankly with eyes full of blood vessels, devoid of any sparkle.

"..."

Yan Mingyu bit her lip and slowly knelt down, kowtowing three times.

It was a gesture of respect and acknowledgment of her role as Qin Yu’s wife.

Afterward, she sat down beside him with tears in her eyes.

All night...

Qin Yu, like a wooden statue, held his grandfather’s body without moving or saying a word.

Yan Mingyu sat silently beside him, also without speaking.

Eventually, Lord Yan walked in and, after looking at the two young people, said, "Xiaoyu, let’s lay Grandpa Qin to rest. I’ve already hired the best undertaker, and I’ve bought the finest coffin made of golden Phoebe nanmu wood. Whether you want to bury him in your ancestral home or choose a blessed site nearby, it’s all possible!"

"Let’s go back to our hometown,"

Qin Yu said huskily.

"Alright, I’ll arrange for the funeral car to deliver him. Mingyu, hand over your work, and we’ll go to Phoenix Village together,"

Lord Yan arranged.

"Okay!"

Yan Mingyu nodded, then went outside to start calling her company’s vice president.

By noon,

Grandpa Qin’s body had been placed in the coffin and loaded onto the funeral car, heading towards Phoenix Village.

Yan Mingyu personally drove a Bentley, with a bodyguard team, Lord Yan, and others following behind.

When they arrived at Phoenix Village, it was evening.

Fortunately, Yan Mingyu had financed the construction of an asphalt road straight to the village gate during the time Lord Yan had been unconscious previously.

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"This... seems to be Old Doctor Qin..."

"Ah... he passed away?"

"Alas... quickly go and notify everyone, to see off Old Doctor Qin on his last journey..."

Some villagers heard the commotion and came out, all showing surprise and grief upon realizing it was Grandpa Qin.

In this small village, Grandpa Qin had been the barefoot doctor for half his life. His kindness had not only touched Phoenix Village but also many people in the nearby villages.

Now, with Grandpa Qin’s death, the villagers spontaneously came to stand quietly by the roadside in mourning.

Qin Yu and a group of bodyguards carried the coffin back to his grandfather’s home, where a funeral director began arranging the memorial hall.

"Dad..."

"Grandpa..."

Qin Jianjun and Qin Wei’er, having received the news from Qin Yu, also rushed back.

As soon as they entered the memorial hall, they knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

The atmosphere of sorrow turned everyone’s eyes red.

That evening, Qin Yu and his father and sister kept the vigil, ready to conduct the funeral the next day, intending to keep everything as simple as possible.

Yan Mingyu, like the lady of the house, helped Qin Yu arrange all details meticulously.

The next day.

Early morning.

Grandpa Qin’s funeral procession began.

The villagers again spontaneously accompanied the procession, and only after they had piled the earth on Grandpa Qin’s grave and the Qin family had knelt to express their thanks did they gradually disperse.

"Brother, how did Grandpa leave us so suddenly?"

Qin Wei’er asked, her eyes red, as she burned paper offerings for her grandfather.

"Grandpa has always been in poor health!"

Qin Yu said hoarsely.

He did not want his sister to know about the Martial Alliance matter, to keep her out of it.

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have gone back to the company. I should have spent more time with Grandpa!"

Qin Wei’er said with regret.

"We just need to live well; that’s the best way to honor Grandpa!"

Qin Yu spoke these words with his fists slightly clenched.

He needed not only to live well but also to strive to break through to the Huajin level as soon as possible, so he could avenge his grandfather.

"Mm..."

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Qin Wei’er nodded gently.

Three days later, the period of mourning ended, and Grandpa Qin was laid to rest.

Qin Yu and his sister rode back to East Sea in Yan Mingyu’s car, while Qin Jianjun stayed behind, wanting to live in his hometown for a few months, in a way to make up for the years of neglect towards Grandpa Qin.

"Miss Yan, take Wei’er to the airport!"

Upon arriving in East Sea, Qin Yu had Yan Mingyu drive straight to the airport. The Martial Alliance might still be in East Sea, and he didn’t want his sister to be exposed under their watch.

Qin Wei’er was somewhat unhappy, wanting to stay with Qin Yu for a few more days before leaving. However, seeing Qin Yu’s stern face, she dared not say much.

On the way back, Yan Mingyu, driving, glanced at the man next to her, whose posture was cold and statue-like, and asked softly, "About Grandpa Qin’s matter, you’re planning to..."

"Put it aside for now, I’m preparing to make a trip to Miaojiang!"

Qin Yu replied.

Although he was desperate to find the killer who murdered his grandfather at the Martial Alliance right away, with his current strength, it would be no different from serving his head on a platter.

Moreover, he had previously promised Ghost Granny to visit Miaojiang, and it would also divert the Martial Alliance’s attention, keeping them from staying in East Sea where they might target Yan Mingyu or her father.

"You... going to Miaojiang?"

Yan Mingyu looked puzzled.

"I want to draw the Martial Alliance away. If they find out about our relationship, I’m afraid..."

Qin Yu shook his head, indirectly acknowledging that Yan Mingyu was his wife.

"I see... okay, then I’ll wait for you in East Sea!"

"I might leave early tomorrow morning. Try not to contact me; the people of Martial Alliance are all ruthless!"

Qin Yu said through gritted teeth.