Chapter 19: Are You Sure That’s to Create Atmosphere, and Not Just a Bunch of Cuckolds?

Qin He finally managed to squeeze in. As he looked at the especially lively and spirited old lady sitting on the sofa, he immediately understood—this “rich woman sister” turned out to be his grandmother.

He stared at the old lady in disbelief. “Grandma, what are you doing? Today is the 20th anniversary of Grandpa’s passing. Did you forget?”

Lin Qingqing froze when she heard that.

Today is the anniversary of the original body’s old man’s death? And it’s the twentieth anniversary?!

Why hadn’t anyone reminded her in advance?

This kind of day is really not suitable for hosting a party, nor for fooling around. It’s far too disrespectful to the deceased.

After all, the dead should be respected.

Lin Qingqing’s demeanor immediately turned serious. She cleared her throat and swept her eyes over the group of young handsome men in the room, then said solemnly, “The 20th anniversary… I thought we should go big for your grandpa, so I especially called people over to create atmosphere.”

Qin He was so touched he almost cried. His grandmother truly loved his grandfather—their relationship was amazing!

Before today, the whole family had been worried that the old lady might be too sad, that she might get overly emotional and have an accident. They had even arranged for medical staff to be on standby.

They hadn’t dared to bring up the anniversary in front of her ahead of time, fearing it would upset her too much.

In past years, during this month of the anniversary, the old lady would always be gloomy and withdrawn, sitting alone in the backyard fishing pavilion in a daze.

That was where the old man used to spend a lot of time when he was alive.

Her love for the old man was something the entire family had witnessed firsthand.

But seeing her current state, it seemed she had already walked out of the shadow of his death.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to a bar looking for male models a few days ago.

It’s a good thing she’s moved on. At her age, it’s only right to come to terms with life and death.

Looking around at the room full of well-dressed men, Qin He couldn’t help but be emotional. Even though his grandmother had moved on, it seemed her love for his grandfather hadn’t diminished one bit.

She still wanted to go all out for the 20th anniversary.

He believed that if his grandfather could see this from heaven, he would feel that his life had been worthwhile and could rest in peace.

Another day of being moved by Grandpa and Grandma’s love.

Qin He looked at the old lady with a gratified smile. “Grandma, the cemetery is all set. I’m here to pick you up now.”

Seeing Qin He’s eyes turning red, Lin Qingqing thought the kid must be feeling sad about his grandfather. She quickly got up, gently patted Qin He’s shoulder to comfort him, then left with him for the cemetery.

Just as they reached the door, a young man who had been standing there in line whispered to Lin Qingqing, “Rich woman sis, where are you going? Didn’t you say we were here to party?”

Lin Qingqing shielded her mouth with her hand and whispered, “Change of plans. We’re going to the cemetery.”

The young man frowned slightly. “Dancing at the cemetery? That doesn’t sound right…”

Lin Qingqing replied with a serious tone, “The party’s on hold. Now you’re here to help me create atmosphere for my old man’s 20th death anniversary.”

The young man looked stunned. “A 20th death anniversary… to create atmosphere? Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for all of us to go? Aren’t you afraid the old man might get so mad he flips his coffin open?”

Lin Qingqing thought for a moment. “Then you guys don’t go. Head back. For your travel and lost time, go find Butler Ding for reimbursement.”

She wasn’t afraid of someone flipping their coffin—after all, the guy’s been dead for twenty years. He might’ve even reincarnated by now, so there’s no such thing as flipping any coffin.

But she did think that taking so many young, handsome men to the cemetery wasn’t quite right.

Lin Qingqing got in the car with Qin He. Qin He looked out the window and saw that all the men had left. He asked Lin Qingqing in confusion, “Grandma, why did they leave? Weren’t they here to help create atmosphere for Grandpa?”

Lin Qingqing casually made something up: “I thought it over again—your grandpa liked to keep things low-key when he was alive. He probably wouldn’t want me to arrange something like this, so I sent them away.”

Qin He sniffled. “Grandma.”

“Hmm?”

“You really loved Grandpa.”

“……”

Is this kid crying from being touched?

At the cemetery, Lin Qingqing was momentarily stunned by the large crowd in front of the tombstone.

So many people.

Besides her son’s family and her three grandsons, the rest were all unfamiliar faces.

Qin He supported her as they walked up the steps. When the people saw her, they all bowed and greeted her. She stood tall and carried herself with elegance and grace, only offering them slight nods in return.

Fortunately, she was the head of the family. If she were a junior, no one would’ve shown up for her, and by evening, she’d be scolded for being uneducated and rude.

With Qin He’s help, Lin Qingqing walked up to the tombstone. Her gaze curiously landed on the black-and-white photo.

Ever since she transmigrated here, she had been busy collecting “shock points” and changing the family’s fate. She hadn’t even looked at what her “husband” looked like.

From the photo, even though the man’s face and hair showed signs of aging, the sharp lines of his features and his bearing showed he must have been very handsome when young.

Even now, he looked like a refined and good-looking older gentleman.

Just as she thought this, she suddenly felt something wet and warm fall down her cheek.

She raised her hand and lightly wiped it—only to find herself crying without even realizing it.

And the tears wouldn’t stop. The more she cried, the more she wanted to cry.

Why did her heart suddenly ache so much, like something was gripping it so tightly she couldn’t breathe?

Was the original body mourning? Missing her other half?

Lin Qingqing felt like a puppet on strings as she dazedly walked up to the tombstone, squatted down, and gently traced the black-and-white photo with her fingers, as if caressing the man’s eyebrows and face.

After a moment, she suddenly realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her hand back, wiping away her tears.

How strange… Why did she suddenly feel like she was emotionally caught up in the original body’s feelings, treating the man in the photo as if he were her own husband?

“System, do you know how the original body’s husband died?”

【Host, I cannot answer that question.】

Lin Qingqing let out a snort. Fine, if the system won’t say, she could just ask the kids.

Qin He stood straight in front of the tombstone, sobbing as he spoke: “Grandpa, you don’t even know how much Grandma loves you. To celebrate your 20th death anniversary, she even hired a bunch of men to create atmosphere for you…”

Next to him, a girl in a little black dress, who bore a slight resemblance to the photo on the tombstone, asked in a small, curious voice, “Did you just say Grandma hired a bunch of men?”

Qin He nodded. “Yeah.”

Qin Song couldn’t help but say, “Are you sure that was to create atmosphere, and not just a bunch of guys she was cheating with?”

Qin He glared at her. “No way! Grandma would never be that kind of person. Don’t talk nonsense and slander her.”

Qin Song pursed her lips. If she wasn’t cheating, then who was the old lady at the bar a few days ago looking for male models?