Reincarnated as a Poor Little Green Tea, Am I Destined to Be Bullied? - Volume 1 Chapter 85

Chapter 85: No Room for Discussion

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The cemetery staff were very professional, handling the urn with delicate care. They knew what they were carrying wasn’t just an ordinary box, this concerned their work, even their fate.

If she were just an observer, Lin Yueye might have appreciated their work process and praised their professional attitude.

But once she remembered that her remains were in that box, Lin Yueye couldn’t feel cheerful anymore.

You think Xia Mujin was the only one trembling now?

Wrong, Lin Yueye could resonate with that feeling too, damn it.

They carried Xia Muqing’s urn, and initially Lin Yueye thought they would end things by placing it in the crystal coffin in that pit, but they didn’t head towards the pit. Instead, they carried the box into the crowd — specifically, bringing it before the Xia family head and his wife.

This wasn’t just procedure.

Rather, it was also the necessary humanitarian aspect of parting between life and death.

The staff member behind the urn took out a prepared flower bag and threw it forcefully!

In an instant, flowers filled the scene.

“Say farewell to Young Master Xia, may this blessed land guide him on his smooth journey.”

As flowers rose, life’s curtain fell.

At the moment the petals scattered, all relatives, whether they had known Xia Muqing in childhood or not, were speechless.

Su Shuolan was a mother, and at this moment she couldn’t care about anything else.

She couldn’t control her emotions, nor did she want to. Kneeling on the ground, she wailed loudly, reaching out to take back the urn. Seeing her emotional state, the staff could only hand the box to Xia Qinyang. Su Shuolan tried to grab it back, but seeing her state, Xia Qinyang didn’t dare let her touch it, fearing she might drop it. The Xia family head, tears blurring his vision, stepped backward with the urn in his arms, surrounded by relatives as they all spoke words of farewell, even though their voices were choked with sobs and their words fragmented.

Su Shuolan’s empty hands seemed like the predetermined boundary between life and death, always so clear.

But if this was known from the start, why bring the box among the crowd?

Because the deceased has passed, but the living must continue.

Meeting is easy, parting is hard.

For the staff, whether handing over the urn or scattering flowers, it was their daily work, repeated over and over. But for those receiving the urn, it was a weight that would last a lifetime, and they wished those flower petals would never fall.

White flowers fell at Xia Mujin’s feet.

The chaotic crying from that direction struck deep in her heart. Her breathing grew heavy, her eyes beginning to redden, gripping Lin Yueye’s hand with extraordinary force. Lin Yueye felt her fingers might break, and as fingers are connected to the heart, the pain pierced deeply.

She couldn’t say farewell.

How dare she say farewell.

Luo Yahan couldn’t bear to watch. She walked over, helped arrange the black hair stuck to her forehead with cold sweat, then hurriedly pushed into the crowd. She still needed to care for the kneeling, wailing Su Shuolan — this should have been done by her daughter, but since Xia Mujin couldn’t attend to herself, she had to take on more responsibility.

Xia Mujin could also hear her mother’s crying.

She turned back helplessly, several times trying to step in that direction, but seemed caught by something, unable to move forward.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, anxious and distressed, everything before her growing increasingly blurry.

But…

Only the sounds remained so clear.

“It’s alright… don’t force yourself.”

Xia Mujin turned surprised to the side, looking at Lin Yueye who shook her head as she spoke these words.

Xia Mujin’s expression relaxed, like someone rescued just before drowning.

“Right… it’s okay… Yueye, it’s just a family member I’ve never met who passed away… so it’s okay, right?!”

“No…” Lin Yueye gently shook her head, in her jade-like eyes tinged with crimson, reflecting not only Xia Mujin’s face eagerly seeking answers, but also her own not-so-gentle gentleness, “I meant… even if you do nothing, your brother won’t blame you.”

“Why say such things… how do you know he won’t blame me…”

The low murmur stuck in her throat, but emotions hidden for so long began to emerge with Lin Yueye’s no-longer-avoiding words.

“Because I saw the photos, your photos together.”

“Photos… photos? Yueye… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying… maybe, he would want you to come see him off.”

Lin Yueye gazed somewhat bewildered ahead.

Slowly turning her head to meet Xia Mujin’s eyes, fingers interlocked, that gaze was like some kind of plea, like some kind of wish.

“……”

This might be the first time Xia Mujin heard something like “pleading” in Yueye’s voice.

She had never yielded before, always fighting to the end, never asking Xia Mujin for anything.

But this time, her words carried a pleading tone — wanting you to see Xia Muqing off.

Perhaps demanding anything more from such a broken soul of a sister was cruel and heartless.

But these days, Lin Yueye had asked herself honestly.

She really didn’t want to hear Xia Mujin say “it doesn’t matter” anymore.

Does it really not matter?

“Xia Muqing” is already dead, he indeed can no longer care.

But I can’t.

So can you?

If it’s truly how you feel, then say what you will, but I know these aren’t your true feelings.

So… don’t say it anymore.

And there had always been only one way to complete her broken soul.

【Lin Yueye, there’s a situation here, hurry hurry.】

Yuebing?

Lin Yueye turned to look at the crowd, seeing Yuebing meow frantically dodging through the sea of people, trying hard to approach the center to gather information.

【Uwah…! Almost stepped on me, scared this cat to death, over here… seems they’re saying it’s time to put this box down, but they don’t know who should do it.】

Ah?

They need to discuss who puts down the urn? So many formalities?

Now the crying from that direction had gradually stopped, and Lin Yueye could hear the staff’s explanation.

“Of course it doesn’t have to be siblings… any relative of the deceased will do, just put the urn in the coffin, seal the earth, then it counts as properly buried, but please decide quickly… time can’t be too late, the funeral arrangements have already been delayed somewhat.”

“Listen to me on this, no changes.” The speaker was Xia Qinyang, holding the urn.

With Luo Yahan’s support, Su Shuolan stood up swaying, face pale, unable to believe her husband’s decision.

But this time, Xia Qinyang didn’t plan to delay any longer.

He held the urn tightly, looking towards the outside of the crowd, in Xia Mujin’s direction.

Relatives who knew the situation still tried to dissuade him.

“Second Brother… let it go? I know your personality, but you know your family situation, don’t force the child.”

“Stop talking, Muqing must be laid to rest by Mujin herself, for Muqing to rest in peace, and for Mujin to live more easily in the future, there’s no room for discussion on this. Since she came, she must do this thing, you don’t need to say more, you can speak about other arrangements, but on this matter, I as a father know best.”