Chapter 8: Is the Gossip on Weibo True?

Looking at Luo Qi like this, Luo’s mother felt heartbroken and quickly stepped forward to pull him, “A Qi, be good, don’t make a fuss. If you keep making noise here, Qianyun will definitely be angry.”

Obviously, Luo’s mother knew that bringing up Luo Qianyun was the way to make Luo Qi listen.

Sure enough, Luo Qi immediately calmed down, “I can’t make my sister angry.”

But although he said so, he still shed tears of grievance.

Luo Qi’s features inherited from his father and mother, and he was even more delicate than Pei Xianxian.

Unfortunately, because of the fall he had when he was young, his mind stayed at the age of a child. Otherwise, with his looks and family background, he wouldn’t have to worry his family so much.

Luo’s motherwiped his tears and whispered, “Don’t cry, don’t you love small cakes? Mom will have someone take you to eat small cakes, okay?”

“I want my sister to eat small cakes with me.” Luo Qi cried.

“Your sister…” Luo’s mother eyes also turned red, “From now on, your sister is only Xianxian. After all, Xianxian is your real sister.”

Luo Qi angrily slapped Luo Mu’s hand away, “No, I want Qianqian, I want my sister…”

Then he turned around and ran away.

Looking at his back, Luo’s mother could only sigh.

Luo Qi, who couldn’t find his sister, squatted in the corner crying in grievance. The others didn’t care about him, and the security guards only needed to make sure he didn’t run outside.

Many people came to the scene today, and Luo Qian Yun’s colleagues, classmates, and friends also came one after another. Everyone was a little hard to believe that Luo Qianyun was gone just like that.

But who would joke about death?

Song Yunjing and Luo Qianyun were also in the crowd, but compared to Song Yunjing ‘s openness, Luo Qian Yun, sitting in a wheelchair, was wearing a hat and a mask.

“This memorial service looks very elaborate at first glance, but it’s actually just like that.” Song Yunjing whispered.

“It’s indeed quite perfunctory.” Luo Qianyun pointed to a flower path, “I hate this color of lilies.”

“Didn’t you quite like white lilies before?” Song Yunjing asked in confusion.

“I hate everything associated with it. Lu Yan used this flower to confess to me, and now I really hate it.” Luo Qianyun said.

Hearing this, Song Yunjing couldn’t help but tsk tsk, “Poor lilies, their reputation was ruined by Lu Yan.”

Luo Qianyun inadvertently saw Luo Qi in the corner. Actually, Luo Qi squatting in the corner was really small. Perhaps it was because he was used to Luo Qi hiding when he was sad, and he had searched for him so many times that he had a subconscious habit.

“You go ahead and admire my portrait, I’ll go find my brother.” Luo Qianyun said.

Song Yunjing followed Luo Qian Yun’s gaze and also saw Luo Qi, “That little fool, why is he hiding there? I’ll take you there.”

“No need, don’t forget you have a mission.” Luo Qianyun patted Song Yunjing ‘s back, “I can go by myself.”

Thinking of the task Luo Qianyun had given her, Song Yunjing immediately took out her phone, “Guaranteed to complete the mission.”

Luo Qianyun withdrew her gaze and turned her wheelchair towards Luo Qi…

“Wuwuwu…sister…”

“Where are you going to play, I want to go too…”

“Mom said you died, I don’t believe it, my sister wouldn’t die…”

…

Luo Qi cried as he spoke, tears falling one after another, and he couldn’t help but pull at the grass in front of him.

Luo Qianyun sat behind Luo Qi, listening to his rambling, “Brother, don’t cry.”

Originally, she wanted to wait for her brother to discover her and then give him a surprise, or maybe a fright.

But obviously, if she didn’t speak, her brother could cry like this forever.

Although he seemed to have heard Luo Qian Yun’s voice, Luo Qi thought it was an illusion and continued to cry.

Luo Qianyun had no choice but to stretch out her finger and poke his back, “Brother, if you don’t talk to me, I’m going to leave.”

This time, he felt the force from behind, and when Luo Qi turned around with a heart full of anxiety, he bumped into Luo Qian Yun’s smiling eyes.

At this time, Luo Qianyun had already taken off her mask and greeted him openly, “Brother, why aren’t you eating your small cake, why are you crying here?”

As soon as he saw Luo Qian Yun, Luo Qi’s tears flowed again.

After he cried for a while, he pulled at Luo Qian Yun’s skirt with one hand and wiped his tears with the other, “Sister, I don’t want to eat small cakes anymore…I don’t want to eat them anymore…”

“Why not eat it anymore? Isn’t that your favorite?” Luo Qianyun handed him a tissue.

“I don’t want you to be angry, if you’re angry, you won’t want me anymore.” Luo Qi said.

Luo Qianyun said helplessly, “How could I be angry with you for eating small cakes?”

“Xianxian said that you were angry because I ate small cakes, so you died.” Speaking of this, Luo Qi burst into tears again.

“Do you believe such nonsense?” Luo Qianyun was really amused, “Have I ever controlled your eating of small cakes since you were a child?”

“Yes…” Luo Qi nodded weakly, “During the New Year, you wouldn’t let me eat small cakes.”

Luo Qianyun had a big question mark on her head, and after much effort, she finally remembered that it was something that happened on the third day of the New Year. It was a long time ago, and it was a miracle he still remembered.

There was nothing she could do, Luo Qianyun could only explain carefully that she wouldn’t ignore him and that she really wasn’t dead.

On the other side, because Song Yunjing was taking pictures at the memorial service, Lu’s mother, accompanied by Pei Xianxian, was ordering her to delete the photos she had taken.

“Yunjing , I know you are a good friend of Qian Yun, and you are also very sad to hear about Qian Yun’s death. But it’s not appropriate to take pictures at such an occasion today. You should delete the photos.” Pei Xianxian said softly.

Hearing this, Song Yunjing clenched her phone, “No way, if I delete the photos, what will I use to post on Weibo and Moments?”

“You still want to post on Weibo?” Luo’s motherwas really angry at Song Yunjing ‘s words, “Your good friend died, and you still post on Moments. Qianyun always considered you a good friend, you’re not sad, but you’re using her death to attract attention.”

“Mom, don’t be angry, Yunjing , don’t deliberately anger my mom. I know you must be blaming me and Lu Yan, but we couldn’t do anything about the situation at the time. If I could, I would rather be the one who died.” Pei Xianxian said, tears quietly streaming down her face.

Seeing this, Song Yunjing ‘s friends who were familiar with her also persuaded her to delete the photos.

After all, it’s customary not to take pictures at a memorial service, and even if you want to take pictures, you need to get permission from the family.

Obviously, the family didn’t agree.

Under everyone’s persuasion, Song Yunjing fiddled with her phone for a while, then turned the screen towards Luo’s motherand Pei Xianxian.

Everyone thought she had deleted the photos, but she said, “I posted it on Weibo, you can forward it if you’re interested.”

Wow, that really pissed off Luo’s mother.

“Qianyun considered you a good friend, and this is how you treat her? You’re using her death as entertainment, how vicious are you?” Luo Mu’s words fell, and the people around her pointed at Song Yunjing .

But Song Yunjing didn’t care at all, “Who’s using her death as entertainment, you know better than I do.”

Just then, someone was curious about what Song Yunjing had posted, so they clicked on her Weibo.

They took a look, and Luo’s motherand Pei Xianxian’s expressions changed, “Song Yunjing , is the gossip you posted on Weibo true?”