Chapter 1462 Memorial Service
After that, Zhuo Yajun and Zhuo Mingxi pressed on step by step, which made Lin Mumu unwilling to compromise with them.
But if she compromised by not selling her shares, it would mean that she accepted Zhuo Lao's intentions.
It seemed that no matter what she chose, she was wrong.
Is this the biggest problem that Zhuo Lao left for her?
Yun Ting didn't know how to comfort Lin Mumu, so he could only come to the Hidden Group to accompany her for dinner. Sometimes you don't need to say anything, and companionship is the best comfort.
Now that Lin Mumu seems to have come to terms with it, Yun Ting is happy for her.
"Tomorrow is Zhuo Lao's memorial service, will you go with me?" Lin Mumu picked up a piece of braised beef for Yun Ting, biting the end of the chopsticks and looking at Yun Ting.
"Have you forgiven him?" Yun Ting's eyes lit up.
Lin Mumu shook her head: "He didn't do anything to offend me, so I don't have the right to forgive him. Of course, I can't represent the dead.
Because I am me, I am not Zhuo Ning.
I hope there will be another parallel universe, and he can meet Yue Xiaotian and Zhuo Ning again after his death, and go to atone for his sins to them."
"Silly girl." Yun Ting smiled: "Of course I have to go with you."
"Yeah." Lin Mumu smiled, and in a good mood, she picked up another piece of meat for Yun Ting.
It's the same braised beef, why does Lin Mumu's pick up taste better?
"Pick me another piece." Yun Ting looked at Lin Mumu's chopsticks eagerly, waiting to be fed.
Lin Mumu picked up another piece of beef and prepared to put it in Yun Ting's bowl.
Yun Ting was waiting, but this little goblin turned the meat into his mouth.
It's so unfriendly!
Assistant Qiu originally came to find Lin Mumu, and watching the intimate interaction between the couple, he was embarrassed to disturb them. Think about it, it's just a small matter, don't bother Lin Mumu, forget it, he can handle it!
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The next day, Lin Mumu wore a black shirt and black trousers, and Yun Ting drove him to the memorial service of Mr. Zhuo Jiancheng.
After all, Mr. Zhuo Jiancheng was a generation of entrepreneurs and the founder of Tiancheng Group. His memorial service not only attracted many business people, but also some politicians.
For such a large-scale memorial service for a celebrity, anyone who has a little friendship or hopes to have a friendship will come to participate.
The descendants of the Zhuo family all wore mourning clothes in accordance with the tradition of the Chinese country, with white cloth on their shoulders, and responded to the guests in the mourning hall.
This scene alone lasted for half a day. After the worship was over and waiting for the ashes to be delivered, there would be some time for the guests to rest and drink tea.
Lin Mumu mixed in the crowd and did not stand out. She also figured it out. She did not represent anyone. Let the dead solve the past grievances themselves. She only represented her, Lin Mumu.
She came to pay tribute to the old man in her own identity, not as Zhuo Ning's daughter or Yue Xiaotian's granddaughter.
At the memorial service, although the Zhuo family saw Lin Mumu gritting his teeth, they did not get angry, but responded politely.
After all, compared with Lin Mumu, they were more concerned about face.
However, when it was time to rest, Zhuo Yajun's wife Liu Aiying couldn't help it and rushed to Lin Mumu in a very unpresentable manner:
"Little vixen, what kind of magic did you use? It's fine to let the old man give you all the family property, but now even my son has been taken away by you."
Her daughter-in-law Tian Minxiu was holding her three-year-old child and crying beside her.
The child kept crying and shouting: "Give me back my dad, give me back my dad."