Mr.CEO, Please Sign the Divorce Agreement
Chapter 228 What I Should Do

Chapter 228: Chapter 228 What I Should Do

At the Funeral Home, upon seeing Su Mu for the first time, Jiang Bei approached her with a face full of worry, holding her hand so tightly that it pained Su Mu:

"How are you?"

Su Mu nodded and forced a smile:

"I’m okay."

At that moment, Fu Shinian came over and stood beside them, his gaze slightly lowered. Seeing Jiang Bei holding Su Mu’s hand, he furrowed his brows slightly and said softly:

"Doctor Jiang, do you always hold someone’s hand so tightly when you care about them?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Bei looked at his hand holding Su Mu’s. He unconsciously let go and rubbed her hand to soothe it, but the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. Since when had Fu Shinian cared so much about Su Mu? He looked up, wanting to say something, only to find that Fu Shinian had already left unknowingly, now talking with Qiao Yu.

The arrangement of the memorial hall was much better than Su Mu had imagined, with thoughtful details everywhere. Seeing her mother peacefully lying amid a sea of flowers, Su Mu couldn’t help but tear up. Yet, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and she could only accept this path before her. Jiang Bei was there by her side all the time, but even with their good relationship, he found it hard to find the right words to comfort her at this moment.

After all, this was the most painful ’death separation,’ not a ’life departure.’

"Thank you, Xiaobei."

Jiang Bei knew what she meant and shook his head slightly:

"It wasn’t me. When I got to the Funeral Home, Song Yi had already been here for a while. Everything was prepared under Fu Shinian’s instructions; I didn’t help at all. I even heard Song Yi on the phone earlier arranging the burial site; he has prepared everything for you."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu paused for a few seconds, then looked towards Fu Shinian, who was still talking with Song Yi.

"Although you two were at odds before, this time Fu Shinian didn’t let me down..."

"Xiaobei," Su Mu interrupted Jiang Bei, who was about to continue, "Let’s talk about him and me later."

Jiang Bei knew this wasn’t the right time to discuss romance and nodded:

"Okay."

That evening, Jiang Bei insisted on staying with Su Mu. Su Mu’s refusal was ineffective, but to her surprise, Fu Shinian also chose to stay and keep vigil.

It was unexpected, especially since they had never met or spoken while her mother was alive, and considering the past issues between her and Wen Han, there was no apparent reason for him to stay.

During the night, after Qiao Yu and the others had left, Fu Shinian stood outside the hall for a long time. Through the glass window on the door, Su Mu saw him smoking. Sensing her gaze, he quickly turned around, their eyes meeting briefly. A few seconds later, Su Mu looked away indifferently.

Jiang Bei knew that Su Mu didn’t want to talk much about matters of the heart now, but she would have to face them sooner or later. Taking his eyes off Fu Shinian, Jiang Bei softly began:

"You said you were ready for a divorce, but from what I see, Fu Shinian doesn’t seem to have such intentions, or he wouldn’t still be here."

Su Mu looked down at her hands, silent.

"Maybe he has had a change of heart, understands now that there’s nothing between you and Wen Han, and still wants to make things right with you. Are you going to give up as well?" Jiang Bei looked at Su Mu:

"Xiaobei, no one knows better than you about my feelings for Fu Shinian. If possible, I wouldn’t want it to end. But this isn’t just about the photo with Wen Han. It’s about the countless misunderstandings and entanglements he and I have had over the past two years. Who can guarantee that there won’t be another misunderstanding after this? I have no confidence. So many times, just when I feel our relationship is improving, the next second, reality always brings me back to square one. I dare not hope anymore."

Su Mu smiled bleakly:

"I’m tired."

Jiang Bei had never been in a relationship, but she had secretly pined for a senior in her department during university. She knew the taste of disappointment that followed hope. She let herself move on from that torment after only six months, while Su Mu had endured for over two years.

Now, letting herself off seemed like no mistake at all.

The door to the hall opened and Fu Shinian walked in. Seeing him approaching, Jiang Bei rose to her feet:

"I’ll make a phone call."

Su Mu also saw Fu Shinian and nodded towards Jiang Bei, "Okay."

Fu Shinian sat down in the place where Jiang Bei had been earlier:

"I have asked someone to check the dates. There isn’t a particularly suitable day before the new year, but the day after tomorrow is quite good. What do you think?"

Su Mu nodded:

"I have no objections. It’s all fine."

"Good, there’s another matter I’d like your thoughts on."

Su Mu looked at him, "What is it?"

"Considering the relationship between your parents, I thought about burying them together. However, the previous burial site of your father wasn’t very good. Today, I had Song Yi find a new burial site, which is excellent in both environment and Feng Shui. I want to know your thoughts."

Since the incident occurred, Su Mu’s mind had still not settled down; there were many things she hadn’t yet considered, such as the burial date or the matter of her parents’ joint burial. But during this blurry period, the man in front of her had already arranged everything for her.

From setting up the memorial hall to choosing the burial site, he thought of it all.

Su Mu couldn’t help but look at him, her eyes filled with an indissoluble confusion. Fu Shinian looked back at her, and after a long time without hearing her answer, he spoke:

"Do you disagree?"

Su Mu shook her head, "I just hadn’t thought that much. Thank you."

"It’s what I should do."

His intense gaze made Su Mu somewhat uncomfortable, and she slightly averted her eyes:

"There’s nothing much tonight. You should go back and stay with grandma."

"I’ve already called. Grandma also asked me to stay."

Su Mu originally thought Fu Shinian’s stay would be just for one night, but he ended up staying for three days without taking a step away. Even the clothes he changed into were brought over by Song Yi, and he directly changed them in the resting room.

Su Mu didn’t ask why and had no heart to think about it.

On the day of her mother’s burial, it seemed like the heavens also sensed Su Mu’s mood, gloomy and somewhat terrifying. Su Mu didn’t have many friends, yet many people came that day.

Jiang Bei, Qiao Yu, Ji Nanfeng, Wen Han, Wen Shaoyuan, Wen Songyan, Zhou Yaxian, Wei Shaoqin, and grandma... At 8 AM, the weather was as gloomy as if it were the early hours of 5 or 6 AM, with everyone wearing solemn black attire.

Fu Shinian stood beside Su Mu and spoke:

"At this time, you don’t need to keep vigil here."

Watching her dearest kin being cremated into ashes, Fu Shinian knew how painful it was, having endured it twice himself, and it was also Su Mu’s second time.

Su Mu shook her head:

"When my dad passed, I watched just like this. There’s no reason I shouldn’t watch for my mom."

"Your mother’s spirit in heaven would never want you to see such a cruel sight."

Su Mu did not speak again, silently watching. Fu Shinian understood that whatever else he said would be futile. Just before the flames burst out from the cremation furnace, Fu Shinian stepped forward and stood in front of Su Mu. Just as she looked up at him puzzled, he extended his arms and hugged her tightly.

The tears she vowed not to shed were, because of this simple hug, inexplicably stained on Fu Shinian’s chest.