The seven days of the funeral gradually passed in a somewhat busy and monotonous atmosphere. Naturally, there were people who came to express their opinions or cause trouble, but for the time being, there was no big trouble. For most of the underworld gangs, it was likely that they would only take action after seeing further changes in Sha Zhu Bang.
Xue Cheng and the others were sent to the hospital. Although they did not die, they would not be able to move like normal people for at least one or two years. As the boss of the underworld, this kind of matter naturally could not be solved by the police. For the time being, the Xinning Gang did not have the ability to officially declare war on Sha Zhu Bang in Jianghai.
On the fourth day, Shasha recovered from her ostrich-like state of sadness. She no longer cried and could squeeze out a smile to talk to Lingjing, Jiaming, and the others. People who were related to her still came one after another. After comforting her, they stayed. They were probably waiting for the announcement of Liu Zheng's will.
Among these people, not many had seen Jiaming flip out that night. Most of them had only heard about it from others and did not really understand how powerful a young man was. In addition, those who did not know saw that Shasha's attitude towards others was only polite, but she was so affectionate towards Jiaming and the others. Naturally, there was a lot of gossip. These days, puppy love was not a common thing. After it was said, most of the adults still held a critical attitude.
This kind of attitude was understandable. Moreover, most of them were relatives of Shasha. Therefore, even if there were too many other motives in the criticism, Jiaming was too lazy to pay too much attention to these people.
One day, when Jiaming was not around, Shasha and Lingjing sat at the side and talked. A few of Shasha's uncles came over to express their concern. At the same time, there were two children who knew Shasha. Perhaps because the adults privately said that Lingjing and Jiaming were too despicable, one of the children tried to quietly push Lingjing away as if they were enemies while talking to Lingjing.
"Sister Shasha, don't be sad, okay …"
"Sister Shasha, there's still us …"
"Sister Shasha, in the future, come to our house to play …"
As children, if they just listened to those words and looked at those obedient expressions, although to a certain extent, it was easy to evoke the worries of others, but it was also true that they could make people feel warm and fond of them.
Although Shasha had already started to deal with the people around her politely, in the end, she was still sad in her heart. She only nodded and did not speak much. Of course, the two children were desperately trying to comfort her. She forced a smile and reached out to touch the head of the slightly older girl. That girl smiled and used her butt to push against Lingjing's leg. Lingjing did not want to care about these things with a child. She moved her body slightly and at the same time, a "slap" sounded on that little girl's face.
That was indeed a very loud slap. Even Lingjing was almost shocked for a moment. The few people who were talking around them were also stunned. They saw Shasha slightly lowering her head, with a complicated and sorrowful smile, looking indifferently at that little girl. The little girl who was suddenly slapped to the ground covered her face and looked at that pair of eyes in confusion. Then, she began to cry loudly.
Just now, Shasha was smiling and stroking her forehead, but no one would have thought that she would suddenly slap her face like this.
The right hand that she used to slap her landed lightly on her leg. Her fingers closed and opened again. This repeated several times. Amidst Shasha's quiet silence, the little girl's mother hurriedly pulled her up. She wanted to say something, but was frightened by her state. For a moment, she did not dare to say anything. She quickly pulled the child away. The other adults also looked at each other and hurriedly said a few words and left.
After this incident, there were fewer people who deliberately tried to play tricks in front of Shasha. However, Shasha herself was also included in the list of people who were being talked about. Most people said that she had been deceived by people with bad intentions. If there were people who went overboard, they would say that she had forgotten her roots and treated her relatives too badly. Some people even said that she had hit a child and so on.
However, other than the little girl's family, the others did not leave. As relatives, of course, they had to use love to influence the deceived girl and not let her interests be harmed …
Liu Zheng's body was buried in the cemetery on the outskirts of Jianghai on the morning of September 7th. In the early morning, it was drizzling. When a large group of people left the cemetery, Shasha took the initiative to hold Jiaming and Lingjing's hands. She said in a tired tone, "I want to go home …" Drops of water hung on her long eyelashes. It was unknown whether they were tears or rainwater. When they got into the car, Jiaming chased away the driver and sat in the driver's seat. At the fork in the road, the car went in the direction of Sacred Heart College and parted ways with the motorcade that was going back to the villa.
Originally, there were too many complaints and gossip about the three of them being too close. As soon as Liu Zheng was buried, Shasha completely abandoned these people who came to mourn. It was unknown how many gazes from the back were filled with hostility and displeasure. However, to Jiaming, since Shasha wanted to do this, it didn't matter.
When the car drove to the entrance of the game room outside Sacred Heart College, Shasha slept soundly on Lingjing's shoulder in the back seat of the car. She slept until the afternoon.
When the rain stopped, she got up in a daze and spent more than half an hour to take a thorough shower. After brushing her teeth and drying her hair, she carefully dressed in front of the dressing table. When she walked out of the door, she was wearing a light green sports suit with a refreshing ponytail. She smiled at the two people who were sitting on the sofa and looking at her silently. "I'm done."
It seemed that she had returned to the energetic and even somewhat heartless violent sports girl.
Jiaming opened his arms and Shasha sat down between the two of them. Lingjing hugged her head and kissed her heavily on the cheek. Then, she went into the kitchen to prepare food for her.
In the somewhat quiet room, Shasha lay on Jiaming's body and played games. From time to time, she would shake her head and fiercely poke his chest because of Jiaming's disturbance.
Not long after, Xiao Meng called and said that Liu Zheng's will would be announced in the villa the next morning. Xiao Meng asked if there was anything that needed to be done. Jiaming said no and hung up the phone.
After dinner, the sky gradually darkened. When the CCTV weather forecast sounded on the TV, Jiaming washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen. Lingjing was cleaning the room, but Shasha was nowhere to be seen. After asking Lingjing, he knew that she went to the rooftop to relax.
The two deliberately let her be alone for a while. After more than half an hour, Jiaming went up. Shasha was sitting on a chair under the rain canopy with her hands hugging her knees and silently looking at the night scene in the distance.
After the autumn night, it rained during the day, and the air was slightly cold.
Looking from the rooftop, there were rows upon rows of houses built around Sacred Heart College. Just now, there was an endless stream of traffic in the far distance. In the direction of the center of Jianghai City, there were high-rise buildings like a forest. The whole city was shrouded in a charming light.
When he put the coat on Shasha, Shasha leaned into his arms.
"Actually, I was lying …" She choked and said.
"Yeah."
"I said that I was already mentally prepared. I said that even if he died, I wouldn't be surprised. Actually, it's not like that at all … He has lived for so many years. I thought that he wouldn't die now. He said that he wanted to get married. I really wanted him to withdraw peacefully …"
"Yeah."
"But he still died. Why at this time, or because of that inexplicable thing? He did so many bad things in the past. This time, he didn't want to do it anymore. Instead, he had an accident because of drugs … Jiaming, is this retribution?"
"No …"
"I remember when I was young, I often saw him injured, but no matter how serious his injuries were, he never died …"
Hugging the girl's slightly trembling and crying body, Jiaming silently listened.
In the crying, Shasha intermittently talked about everything she remembered. She talked about her childhood, the few memories she had of her mother, and the fragments of Liu Zheng's injuries. In fact, Jiaming had heard Shasha talk about these things several times, but as if to empty out her entire memory, she just let herself ramble. Occasionally, she would remember some small details that she didn't think of before. She talked about how Liu Zheng once put a gun under her pillow, and she secretly took it out to play with. She talked about how Liu Zheng occasionally brought women home and she saw them. She used her mother's photo frame to hit people, and when Liu Zheng scolded her, she ran away …
About an hour later, she gradually stopped. Lingjing came up to see once, and when she saw the two of them together at the door, she quietly left.
In fact, Shasha's memories of her father might not be able to finish talking even if she talked for a day and a night, but after talking so much, she seemed to have thought of something else. She looked at the city in the night sky, and paused for a long time.
"Jiaming … in my father's will, what will he write …"
"He will leave you what he can, and then … completely separate you from the Sha Zhu Bang and the underworld …"
For a mafia boss like Liu Zheng who could face danger at any time, his will naturally had long been drawn up. Jiaming thought about it, and perhaps that was all. He wouldn't want his daughter to have any more contact with the underworld. Most likely, he would evenly distribute the power under him to all the hall masters, and then give some to Shasha. Although not much could be safely left behind, for Shasha alone, it was enough to ensure that she wouldn't lack in the future.
Shasha thought for a while.
"Jiaming … I hate drugs. Everyone is like that. Huang Haobing is like that, and so is Dad … I want what Dad left behind … I won't let them sell drugs anymore …"
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Happy egg-laying, everyone! It's a new year, and I'm one year older … I'm a little sad … (To be continued, if you want to know what's to come, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support legal reading!)